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Wanted: Travel agent for my train of thought…

     I wrote a chapter yesterday and deleted it.  I’ve been doing this almost every day lately.  I can’t seem to find the train of thought that book was traveling on.  Where oh where is that train bound?  I wish I was on it once again. 

     I think I need a new travel agent.   One who will book me on the right train and get me to my destination of finished book.

     You all have a good one!

July is here already

     June ended with great sorrow in the family.  Losing Aunt Janet was a huge blow to all of us.  She was always such a little dynamo, full of enough love for anyone who showed up on her doorstep.

     And so July begins, with plenty of heat and noise to start us off.  We’ve already had nightly illegal fireworks going for two months around here and I’m hoping they manage to explode them all by the fourth so we don’t have to suffer through them for the rest of the summer.  Yes, I know that is a pipe dream.  At least the noise doesn’t bother Gavin and Patty like it does many dogs.

     I dream of having tons of inspiration and creativity burying me over the next several months so I don’t have time to dwell on sorrows.  It’d be nice to finish all my projects.

Scattered

     I see piles of unread books on the tables and more books languish in my Kindle.  I need to read but between The Curmudgeon and the dogs it seems I am not allowed to do that. 

     I hear the characters’ voices in my brain begging me to write them down and again although I need to do it I haven’t done it. 

     The house smells of wet dogs.  I need to clean and yet I haven’t done that either.

     Bitter and sweet the taste lingers on my tongue.  I think of grabbing another cup of coffee.

Wheeeeee, whee, whee!

Carefully check out all the baskets…

Buy a bunch of tickets…Dave’s arm length is best…

Place tickets in bags for baskets you hope to win….

Win baskets to take home.

Getting antsy for the PW conference

     My conference room-mate and I reserved our room back in January.  I paid my conference fees last month.  Why isn’t it May?

     Because I haven’t planned my basket donations yet?  Gee, I really need to do that.  The title for this years conference is A Writer’s Map.  A theme basket could be in order….any ideas? 

     I have a pile of books to put in baskets again this year.  Most are mysteries but there are several writing books too.  Hmm, I need to start getting into  basket creation mode.

   You all have a good one!

May conference is getting here fast

     Today I filled out my Pennwriters conference registration form and paid for it.   I am almost ready for May to get here.

     I have begun to create some baskets to donate.  I plan to shop for a dress–yes, I am going to attend the banquet this year.  I wouldn’t miss Hank for the world.

     I’ve started putting leftovers in the freezer in containers that The Curmudgeon can heat  in the microwave for dinners while I am gone.  I’ve arranged to have friends check on him and the dogs for the four days I will be away too.

     I even talked to my room-mate yesterday so we are now on the same page.  Yay!

     You all have a good one!

Once upon a time

     A long, long time ago a poor lad discovered a strange pathway through a nearby forest.  No one ever traversed the forest for fear of the ogres and beasties that dwelt within.

     Every day for a week he walked to the path, stood, and stared down its length as far as he could see.  Which wasn’t far for the forest gulped the path down into its black maw a few yards beyond the edge of the trees.

     “Tomorrow I’m going to follow the path and see what lies beyond the edge of the forest,”  he said to himself every day, but he never did it.

     Do you put off entering the forest  or do you follow the path and seek out the unknown?

     I’m following the path…

     You all have a good one!

Keep your eyes on your goals

     Even though I hadn’t done much writing since August, it didn’t mean that I wasn’t champing at the bit to do so.  The words just weren’t coming.  I do believe the dam has developed a crack.

     I finished a chapter the other day and I am at present working on another.  I won’t jinx it by saying that I’m writing again.  Let’s just say, I am working on writing again.  My goal is to get back into a groove where I am writing at least several hundred words a day.

     The goal after that is to get back up to a thousand or more words a day and then the next goal is to finish the friggin’ books that have been staring at me for months at a time!!! 

     Wow, I have goals again!

     You all have a good one and keep your eyes on your goals.  It’s all one step at a time.

When characters fight back

 

      She’s insisting she will not become romantically involved with her coworker.  Every time I try to write a bit of a love scene, she stalks off and won’t talk to me. 

    The sexual tension is there and she refuses to play with it.  I’ve tried bribery (If you play along I’ll write you a fabulous chase scene), coaxing (Oh, come on you know you like him), and threats (If you don’t let me write the scene I’ll wound or kill you in the next scene).  No good.  She won’t be moved. 

     I have a feeling she intends to hold herself aloof for her debut and then maybe she’ll loosen up in the second book.

     At least she’s talking to me and that’s a start.  My other characters have gone into hiding.

On the road back to writing well

 

     I can pick up my desk top computer today.  Yay!  I hope he has good news to tell me about my data.  I am glad we purchased the lap top even though it will take a little while to pay off that once clear charge. It did come in handy for the time it took to fix my old faithful desk top.

     I will set the desk top up on my desk in the living room and take my lap top up to my bedroom.  I’ll have a place I can escape to where I can write in peace once again.   The antique desk from the MIL’s house is in the bedroom which will make it a decent writer’s retreat. 

     It will be nice to have the lap top to take with me when I find a new I-need-to-get-out-of-the-house place to write this summer.  I used to go to our local Borders but now that is closed and I really do need to find a new place.  The B&Ns here have tiny cafes and they aren’t very friendly to anyone who wants to sit there for more than a few minutes.

     I am scoping out a small coffee shop that might allow long-term seating with coffee purchases.  It isn’t far from the house and their coffee is wonderful.

I still want my old desk top

 

     I’m glad The Curmudgeon shies away from using my new lap top.  This is a good thing because it means he’ll leave it alone all the time once my old workhorse is back home.  Yeah, the lap top is cool, but I’m used to my desk top and I miss it.

     I did have a difficult time getting used to the mouse pad, so when I am using the lap top at my desk, I hook my mouse up to it.

     I have no idea how long my old work horse will be in the computer hospital–not much longer I hope.  However, if he can save most of my hard drive he can keep it for as long as he needs to.

     I still want to shoot the malicious turd who malware bombed me.  I had some pictures on that computer I hadn’t saved to my flash drive yet.  {Sigh}  I hope they aren’t lost forever.  Hell, just shooting them isn’t good enough–they should suffer through a bunch of torture first then get shot.

     You all stay healthy and have a good one!

Write the perfect want ad

    

     My body is flabby.  My brain is flabbier.  I am out of shape both physically and mentally.  Although I’ve quit smoking and am eating healthier meals I find I’m gaining pounds by leaps and bounds.

     I’ve tried exercising but since I’m basically a very lazy person I tend to fade fast.  That also goes for any writing exercises I’ve tried.  My brain tends to overload rather quickly.

     At this point, I’m beginning to think that I not only need a personal trainer to kick me physically back into shape, but I also need a personal writing trainer to tie me to my desk and hold a gun to my head.

     Maybe one that does both.  How does one write that want ad?  How would you write it?