Writing has been going slow – still. I don’t know if I’m trying to do too much with sewing a quilt, crocheting a doll and writing a story. Don’t forget the blog posts.
I also have too many unfinished works in progress piling up. How? Well, I come across a prompt that jars something in my muse and I start writing. Then the tree falls across the path and I can’t get over it or around it. I don’t think it is a plot hole. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I need to dig a tunnel under the tree to get around it. Hmm – I wonder what’s under the surface?
I love reading fantasy! Game of Thrones is my ultimate high. I’m on book four after reading one book a month. But like I said, maybe I have too much going on. Don’t forget the hot weather. I should be done with book four, but I’m still at 6%. It’s not that I’ve lost interest. I think there are other things distracting me.
I love GRRM writing! I love the way he builds his characters, shows the settings, fills in the backstory, and mystifies the plot. – By the way – I believe Jon Snow will live. I haven’t gotten to that part of the storyline, but he is a warg and if they don’t kill his wolf, he should live on – unless he is beheaded.
I have to finish reading the series, there’s no doubt about that. I want to learn to be a writer like him, weave a story just like George Martin. Settings and description always give me the most trouble. I’m not actually sure about how well my characters are built. Those will take a bit more skill too.
Blogging does help with my writing, along with time and patience.
I’m trying to build a blogging schedule. That’s not the easiest thing to do when you work a full-time job. Please forgive me if I go off schedule from time to time. At least now, I have a vague idea as to what my blogging schedule could look like. A bit of photo, poetry, flash fiction, quotes of the day, news flashes, and any other craziness I can come across.
Next month my RWA meetings return. Monadnock Writers’ Group begins their meetings again too.
It’s been a busy summer, with health issues and recovery. Returning to work was most welcome when I started feeling better and grow stir crazy. I think I’ve had a full overhaul this summer, between doctors, eye doctors, and dentists.
My hopes for this fall are:
- Finish one work in progress
- Pick and can applesauce
- Go to King Arthur’s Fair in Carver Mass.
- Take pictures of Fall leaves
- Make sure the Maple trees are marked with paint so I can tell them from the Oaks in February for Sugaring Season.
That’s five things. I’d be happy if I could at least get around to doing one of them.
What are your plans for the coming fall?
This birdfeeder is the best. All the squirrels and chipmunks hate the thing since they haven’t once been able to rob it. The feeder was purchased at the Tractor Supply Store and was reasonably priced. It was a Christmas gift given to my DH. He loves it! When and if, a squirrel or chipmunk makes it to the perch, their weight causes the spring controlled cover to close making the food inaccessible. The roof, itself, keeps them at bay.
Last year we used a conventional feeder. No matter what we did, we couldn’t stop those critters from taking all the seed. The older dog didn’t help matters. She won’t chase them. Apparently they are her friends. Every time we would try to shoo them away from the feeder she would take to barking at us, not the pesky rodents.
Keelaa, on the other hand, loves to chase those squirrels and chipmunks. She’s pretty fast too. One day she managed to run up the hill before the squirrel and was waiting for it. I guess that critter was in a bit of shock to find a little dog waiting for it. That squirrel ran up the nearest tree, complaining the whole time.
Everyone has an excuse not to write. I think we are afraid of ourselves, of what we might write. It’s not so much about the writing being bad, it’s more. When you write, it is like peeling an onion. Somewhere in our writings there are bits and pieces of us layered within. A small memory, making our writing be like that pensive Dumbledore had in his chamber.
Yes, we fear constructive criticism, but our worst critic is ourselves. If no one tells you what is wrong with a story, then you can’t fix it. You only need let go of your ego. Yes, that little chip on your shoulder that says you are greater than all. We all have a small piece of that chip that needs to be brushed off once in a while. Don’t get me wrong, it’s good to believe in yourself, but it’s not good to not be able to look at yourself.
I love watching myself grow as a writer. Yes, some of my early works suck. They’re not written in stone, though. I can go back at any given time and rewrite them. I won’t until I feel I have gained enough skill to take another shot at them. I’ve learned to forgive myself for anything poorly written.
A beginning artist draws stick figures as a child. The more they draw, the more their figures take shape until they have that piece of artwork that draws the attention of all at the local art show. Writing is the same. It is a skill that isn’t a given. The more you do it, the better you get.
Don’t be afraid to let the words flow. Stop your excuses. Find a time slot in your day and write, something, anything, and write as fast as you can. The more you do this, the easier it gets to write. You’d be amazed at what you can write in just ten minutes. With practice, even your typing skills improve, making your word count increase.
So Write – Write Often…
Knowing something that is about to happen can be sort of freaky. But what if you did this all the time? Like when Melvin drove that old truck of his out across the pasture. He didn’t think anything of it. He’d done it time and time again to pick up the hay in the field. On this day, he had to hurry. A storm was brewing, the winds were picking up fast. Last thing he wanted was the hay to get wet.
A crack of thunder sounded off in the distance. He was sure he had enough time. Three more rows of bales and he’d be done. Just when he tossed the last one in the back, another crack sounded. This time it was much closer.
The frogs were out. An odd night for them to litter the field. They squished under the tires of the truck while he drove down the rutted dirt road. A flash of light lit up the dark sky. Black clouds billowed overhead. Melvin had that feeling again. Like he’d been here, done this. He slammed on the breaks for no apparent reason, or so he thought.
Twenty feet in front of him, a bolt of lightning struck a tree, snapping it in two. Had he not stopped when he did, he and his ugly red dented truck would have been flatter than a junk that’s been in a car crusher. He may have lost a day in his life by knowing his future, but did he actually lose a life? Instead, he merely exchanged one day for another.
By the way, the hay did get wet. But that story is for another day.
Joy is when I see butterflies
I like to see and hear fireworks
Playing with the puppy puts a smile on my face
Reading an excellent book passes the time fast.
Hugging my kids brings back memories
Doing something fun makes a day that much better
Time is slowly flowing when things are not quite right
My muse flows a trickle at a time
Plugged with rocks and twigs, that hopefully will break apart soon.
Believe it or not, sometimes I miss the payphone. We didn’t hear about people driving and texting or talking on their cellphones. If the call weren’t necessary, it could wait. If it were, you would just find a payphone and make the call. I have a cell phone that I hardly use. I can’t seem to get into the mode of turning it on to make a call or check for messages. Most times I’m too busy to be bothered with it. If the call is important, then they will call the landline phone instead. I only keep the phone for emergencies, since there aren’t any more payphones to be found.
My summer has been pretty eventful this year. Not all in the happiest sense. Ever since the middle of May I’ve been out of work for major surgery. Most of this time has been spent resting and recuperating. Many weeks I never made it to the keyboard. It was just too uncomfortable to sit at the desk for extended periods of time. As you can see, I’m feeling much better and looking forward to returning to work on Monday. So much for fun during summer vacation. At least I got much-needed rest. Now I’ll have to wait another four months before taking any vacation time.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to take a vacation to Las Vegas. I’m not sure if I’d like it. My worst fear would be to go to a casino, spend all the money, or lose all the money, and have no way to get back home. I don’t know how I’d explain it to my other half. I guess, in that case, we’d have to buy a loaf of bread once we got there along with a jar of peanut butter and jelly. And, make sure we had roundtrip tickets so we would be able to get back home. What an emergency plan.
Could you live off of peanut butter and jelly for a week?