If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you how much I hate being sick. I thought I was doing the right thing by getting the flu shot like I’ve done for the past six or seven years. Once again, I got sick within a day or two after getting the shot. You can keep telling me all you want about how there is no way a person can get the flu from the shot. I’m beginning to believe otherwise. Not only did I get sick, but my mother got sick too. She received her flu shot the day after I got mine and we both became ill together. We got the runny nose, post nasal drip, the bad cough, and couldn’t stay awake when we weren’t coughing up a storm. My chest hurt for two days. I even missed 2 days of work. I hate missing work.
If we were having coffee right now… I would complain about it getting cold outside. I know it officially is fall, but couldn’t summer last just a bit longer? I really didn’t mind the hot weather we were having. At least we finally got some much-needed rain. My apple tree was glowing. I saw it hiccuping green leaves into the air. Maybe next year we’ll finally get a decent crop of apples.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you how much I don’t like politics. Yes, I vote, but I won’t discuss the political matters at hand. I won’t even get started on gun issues. I get it, but I won’t go there. I now turn off the news when there is a debate or a mass shooting. I can’t control either of these except I can choose to listen or not.
If we were having coffee right now… I would mention to you about my book, What Karla Wants, is free on Google Play. This book has been tweaked, edited, and recompiled to the point that there isn’t anything left to do to it to make it any better. I have to accept it as it is. I think I made a lot of changes to it in the past year. You may not even recognize it. The overall storyline is still the same, but like I said, it’s been tweaked. I like how it came out. I even like the new title. I had to rename it, I knew the readers were right about how the title wasn’t good enough. If you haven’t read the book, now is your chance.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you about how close I am to finishing up that Barbie Bed Doll I’ve been working on since June. I started crocheting it right after having my surgery. I needed something light to keep my hands busy while I was recuperating. The doll is made with #10 crochet cotton. That’s the fine thread that is sometimes used to make doilies, tablecloths, and runners, or lacing. It usually takes me about 2 or 3 months to complete a doll. When I’m done with this project, I will finish up an afghan I was working on before I had to operation. After that, I’ve got a quilt to work on during the winter months. I’ll be nice and warm under it.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you that I’m back on a sewing machine at work. Yes, I do have a day job like the average American. I don’t stay home and write all day. I’m not sure if I would want to leave my day job. I like my co-workers. Where else would I come up with ideas for plot lines? Those gals help me. They brainstorm, beta read, and cheer each story on after I publish it. I guess some writers would envy my work and writing relationship. One of the things I decided right off the bat when I started writing, I would make sure that I treated my day job the same way I treat my writing. Seriously, I care about what I do, and I let my co-workers know that too. I’m not the type of person who goes to work just for the paycheck. If you’re a writer and working a daytime job, take pride in that job. You will be surprised how much help it is to have a positive attitude at work. Believe me, the higher-ups notice. It’s an image you not only want to portray but keep.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you I went to the doctor’s the other day for a check up. She said my A1C is coming down, but not down enough. I’m to continue doing what I’ve already done, but I also have to focus on losing some more weight. Bah- I’m tired of doctors. I feel healthy and happy, why do I need to keep going back. We’ll see if I return in six months. At least she never needed to put me on any insulin medication.
If we were having coffee right now… I would have to tell you about the pup, Keelaa. She ran down the driveway today, and across the street. Little bugger! Now she’s grounded. We think she saw a black and white cat that looked like her deceased friend, Gracie. Every time she sees this black and white cat, she starts barking like mad, it’s as though she were trying to call the cat to come home. Poor pup doesn’t know that we had no choice but to put Gracie down. She was almost 20 years old and having serious health problems.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you about the book I’m reading. It’s the fourth book in the Game of Thrones. I won’t tell you any spoilers. But, what I will tell you, is that I love the way GRRM writes. I like how he builds his characters, settings, and plots. After this book, there is one more. He has a sixth book coming out. I just don’t know when its release date is. When I hear, I’ll let you all know.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you that I’m a Walking Dead fan. They say that the new spin-off, Fear the Walking Dead is slipping in ratings. I think this could be associated with the fact that there is active drug addiction being portrayed in this story hitting too close to home for many folks. It can even, unknowingly, trigger addicts to begin using. There should be a word of caution at the beginning of episodes, warning about the subject of drug addiction. Triggers are real, and there are too many people suffering addiction to ignore involuntary triggers on TV.
Oh, I got to go… I think we’ll meet again for another coffee session.
“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody — no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds… Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 5: A Game of You
I have met so many people who can’t fathom how a person could spend so much time writing a book. Others believe it is a natural thing to do until they give it a try. Most likely, they forgot how hard it was to write that essay or short story back in elementary school. Back then, it was a feat to be able to write a 150-word short story for the Halloween contest.
Neil Gaiman is right. I do believe everyone does have at least one story to tell in their lifetime. It doesn’t matter whether it is a fictional story or a memoir. It’s still a story. Some of those real stories are the best ones to tell. Take for instance a drug addict. They each have a story not only to tell but needs to share. This is one of the ways they work toward their recovery. They build a bridge to the next person who needs help by sharing how they know what it’s like to be in such a predicament.
Their stories bring hope. That hope gives others another chance at life. Just the thought of knowing that they are not alone in such a big world that has been filled with craziness that they’ve experienced helps. Not only does these stories help the addicts, but they can also help bring hope and recovery to the families and friends of the addicts. They learn that their loved ones are still human, after all the ugliness they’ve gone through.
So don’t ever let someone tell you that you don’t have a story to tell. Your life is a story and no one can tell it as you can.
Help save a life, reach out and make that bridge by telling your life story. It has more meaning than you could imagine.
Every night I go to my little cubby hole, I call my office. There I will attempt to write, surf the internet looking for ideas, check emails, social media, and possible play a computer game of some sort. The dogs keep me company. The little dog, Keelaa, makes sure I take my breaks from writing. I think she has an egg timer hiding somewhere that only she knows about it. We have to stop to play a game of tug. Then there is the receiving of a chew toy of some type. She prefers rawhide chews.
[media-credit id=1 align=”aligncenter” width=”300″][/media-credit]In my office, I use a desktop. I do have a laptop, but I stopped using that so much ever since Keelaa came along a year ago. I used to use it in the living room, but I’m afraid the pup will use it for a launch or landing pad as she catapults herself across the couch. Now, I save the laptop for travel, especially when I go to a writing function and have to stay overnight.
[media-credit id=1 align=”aligncenter” width=”300″][/media-credit]Sometimes I’m productive. I’ve learned how to put the dogs to sleep. That happens when I put Celtic music on to help me get into the zone for writing fantasy. They don’t sleep so well when I put Today’s Top Hits on, for writing Young Adult Contemporary. I always have to have some sort of background noise when I write. It can’t be perfectly quiet. Even when I was in school, I couldn’t do my homework or study without having either the radio or the tv on.
Most times, it’s night time when I go and work in my office, Monday through Friday. On the weekend, I tend to start writing by 7 am. The reason I don’t start writing at that point in the morning during the weekdays is because I have a regular 7-3 job. Yup, I work in a factory making things. Sometimes I will either weave fabric, sew fabric, or put parts together. I like my day job. I like the people I work with. I think I would be hard pressed ever to give it up, because of them.
I don’t just use a computer to write. Many times I will jot things down on scrap pieces of paper, even when I’m at work. If an idea comes to me, I have to capture it before it is lost in the abyss of the mind. That is where the pens and pencils come in. I make my own notebooks up with blank cardstock that I can print a cover design on. This I fill with lined paper and use brass fasteners to hold it all together.
My ideal space would have everything I need in a day, right there in my office. Unfortunately, I lack the room. A small refrigerator for cold drinks would be nice. Room for exercise equipment would be nice too. Then there needs to be storage space for all the manuscript files and don’t forget bookshelves for all those books I need to read.
Someday, I’ll be able to have an office like that. For now, I’m happy the way things are.
It doesn’t matter what you’re trying to do, but if you want it bad enough, you’ll find a way to acquire it. A drug addict will always find a way to get that next fix. An alcoholic will find a way to get that next drink. Same goes for the smoker. I know, I quit smoking ten years ago cold turkey. I did this by eliminating one cigarette a day each week until I was down to one a day. That was when I wondered why I was even bothering to light one up.
I think there has to be a need to have a want. You can want something, but that doesn’t always guarantee that you’re going to get it. But if the need is stronger than the want, it acts like magic. – Maybe it is Magic!
Same goes for writing. There’s writer’s block, I do know that, but then there’s the other writer’s block from lack of motivation. I think the lack of motivation is a form of lack of confidence. When we write every day and put our words out for others to read, that’s how our confidence begins to build. It’s one of the main reasons why I believe all writers should blog at least once a week.
You say you’re on Social Media. That’s fine, but are you afraid of your writing being read by millions of people? The thought of this does make me a bit squeamish at times. You’re center stage and the spotlight is on you when someone not only buys your book but reads it. This is when your left wondering, did they like it?
Blogging can help overcome this feeling and build your confidence. You won’t get a lot of readers right off the bat. I think this can be a bonus. A blog can be your playground. You can use it to try new ways of writing. Play with writing prompts and see where they take you. Use it for a writing journal and make friends in the process.
It’s not always about trying to attract new readers. They will appear as your skill with writing grows stronger. You’ll lose your awkwardness with words and become less – let’s say – shy – would be the word.
I’m one of those quiet types. I try to listen to those around me and learn. As I get to know a person better, I become more comfortable with them and begin to interact more.
Writing is the same too. The more you are comfortable doing what you’re doing, the more likely you will do it every day.
I’ve been blogging much more since I moved my site. I feel the need since I am paying for this service; I’d better be using it. At work, I’ve found myself interacting with my co-workers more too. So the confidence level is growing not only in my writing but also in my ability to communicate with other individuals.
The point is, I wanted to write more and found a way to motivate myself to do so. I may not be working on my work in progress at this time, but I am writing, none the less. My goal by the end of the month is to be writing a post every day. Maybe my next post will lead me to a brainstorming session or an ah-ha moment, and I’ll come up with the next event of my story. I do have a lot of plot holes to get rid of, it’s going to need a lot of work. For now, I’ll use my post to keep me motivated and fuel my need to write because I want to finish this manuscript.
[media-credit id=1 align=”aligncenter” width=”300″][/media-credit]I love old farmhouses, I think they are a treasure to have. They have nooks and crannies, giving lots of storage space. We lived in such a house several years back, which we rented.
This house had four bedrooms or three with a library, a three-season sun porch, a kitchen that stayed cold year round. I miss the garden plot we had. Apple trees, pears, crabapple, and grapes grew on the property. Across the street, we had our own swimming area on the Black Water River.
I regretted the day we had to move. It’s a shame we didn’t buy the place. It was bad enough, my daughter had to change schools. She had just made new friends and was doing so well in school. At the time, we didn’t think we could afford to buy the place.
We had deer, moose, turkeys and bears walking about our yard. It was neat the day the deer was close to the house, That was the day, my daughter stepped out the back door of the garage and was within a couple of feet of them. They stayed there until she moved quickly to wave to us in the window. Then the scooted off.
The bear bent our rod-iron shepherd hook holding our birdfeeder. It never dawned on us that there were bears in the area, even though there was this huge pile of dung in the back yard. I just thought that someone had a big dog on the loose.
When the moose came to visit, it was early morning. I would have taken a picture of it, but I was afraid it would be gone before I returned with the camera. It had blocked the living room window at eight o’clock in the morning. It was funny how it investigated my daughter’s trampoline as though it were going to climb up on it and take a nap.
Those were the days, almost ten years ago. We’ve been living with Mom ever since. Someday, we’re going to find another house like that one. Or maybe we will build one.
Just a future dream after retirement. By then, I’ll have new dreams to look forward to.
Not much to report. I did add 2k words to the manuscript on Sunday. I think I’m just about done with the first act. It does need more, but it’s the first draft, so I’ll go back to those chapters later and hash them out some more. Right now, I’m just trying to figure out the bare bones. I have some conflict, but I don’t think I’ve created enough. I see plot holes popping up every where too. (sigh)
I’m sure I won’t get too much done this Saturday. My RWA meetings are starting back up . This weekend, our speaker is Michelle Bourassa, a certified professional coach who will be talking about “Getting it D.O.N.E.”. It will be interesting to see how motivated I will be after the meeting. Who knows, maybe I’ll be looking at one of those 5k word days on Sunday.