Here it is Monday again and I noticed that my last post was a poem. Today, I’m just tapping the keyboard and seeing what comes out.
I do want to report that I finished my story and put it on kindle, but I haven’t yet promoted it.
I will promote it after a few select people read it first, but it’s up and complete, and now I can move forward to the next idea. I’m excited to work on it. At the moment I’m brainstorming with my creative family and playing around with ideas.
I must admit, it’s nice to have fresh thoughts.
What is work?
“activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose or result.”
I looked up the definition because I think work means something different per each person. This description fits me because it goes beyond a paycheck. However, earning cash is a reward and puts a smile on my face.
But, more than the money is the sense of purpose that I believe we all need as humans.
I feel sad for the homeless person for that reason. I know they lack money, but I wonder if it’s more distressing to lack purpose? Or is their purpose to remind us (the ones who do have jobs, money, shelter, etc.) to remember to be grateful for what we have and not take it for granted and to give to those who are less fortunate?
There is inequity in our world and life is very unfair to a great amount of people. I think it’s best to keep it in mind to be grateful for what we have and to share our “wealth” with the poor.
Hello blog, I know it’s been a while, but I’m still here, doing this and that, writing here and there and other stuff. I wanted to document some thoughts:
One, I’m learning and processing so much from the Creative Writing class lately, that I could be found either doing chores like scrubbing tubs or laundry or sitting on my couch, drinking tea, drooling, and staring into space. All of which have something to do with processing new all this new information.
There are multiple aha moments and enlightenments that I’ve had and wish to apply to the story I’m writing. I’d began the class, feeling proud to come into it with a nearly completed draft.
And now? I’ve been humbled and the draft has been significantly transformed. But, that’s okay, I want to write something good. I want my efforts to lead me in a producing a work that is more creatively readable.
That is all.
~Peace to all.
Soooo, the interesting things of late…
I’ve recently discovered that I’m very much the fan of humorous and fashion blogs alike. I read them, skim them, and I come away with a smile on my face, so thank you to recent followers who have such blogs. I need them and so do many others. Keep at it!
Next, update on the writing class…pretty much, the teacher has challenged me so much, that I’m secretly trying to write a whole other story in my head because I’m beginning to dislike the story that I’m almost finished with, no joke!
However, she warns of such a phase and to push through it. Great, (I think) Of course, finish what you start. And I will….(I think)
That’s the update for now.
So, here it is Monday again. The good news is that my husband and I woke up early and worked out, so no matter what happens for the rest of the day, I can scratch off a large item on the to do list, and if I don’t accomplish much else, then I’m still ahead 😉
The bad news? There really isn’t any for me and I’m grateful. I truly am. I’ve tried to keep this blog focused solely on writing, but honestly the events of the world effect everyone and everything and I just need to face that reality, pray, absorb some positive vibes and move forward.
Today, I’m trying to ignore the turkey tasks and impending cooking and cleaning and enjoy the time I have with my daughter who’s here from school. It’s nice to catch up on the life of a 19 year old college student. I’m also trying to stay true to my goals with blogging and writing a chapter a day. Have a great week amigos!
~peace to all.
I didn’t write today, and it’s okay…the world won’t end, no one is taking grades today. Relax, pull down your shoulders and breathe…
Yes, I’m talking to myself and anyone else who has high standards for themselves like I do.
No, I didn’t write, but I did do a “brain-cleanse” of sorts. I thought a whole lot about the world at large, my kids, and other random stuff. Sometimes that’s what I need especially after an especially heavy brain-load of information.
I had writing class last night and so today, I decided to put my energy into cleaning the bathroom tiles. How does that dark stuff accumulate in between the tiles? It’s so annoying! Anyway, manual labor like that helps me process thoughts, the news of the world and the details of my small life.
I’m coming close to finishing another draft. That’s what I’ve decided to call it. A draft and it’s liberating to call it what it is. It’s not a complete book. Simon and Schuster isn’t knocking at my door just yet. But, it’s a goal completed, and that is an (or will be) accomplishment.
So, the post that was supposedly bubbling up inside me never made it out. Maybe it went out the other end! 😉 It’s Monday and interestingly enough I’m motivated to write on my novel, I’m on Chapter 14. I’ve been in kind of a roll with it, so I’m gonna keep this post short.
Just a tidbit of what I’ve learned (writing-wise):
- It was truly a good thing to have not written on my story for a while. Now that I’m back to it, I see so many disjointed thoughts, unfinished scenes and of course, typos and grammar errors.
- Even if I’m doing a fairly good job of re-knitting the story, I’ve pretty much decided that after this second draft run through that other interested people need to get involved. They will have even fresher eyes and can give constructive feedback and can help the forward motion continue.
- There are many distractions from job searches, world news, Facebook posts, etc. all vying for my attention and it’s a challenge to remain focused.
- You have to learn to continue living life as a social being if you’re gonna be any good at writing a novel which is supposed to be about relationships. (In my story)
Many thoughts swirling around and it’s Friday, a somber Friday. A 9-11 Friday. Where was I? I was in my suburbia home in Texas with my three small children gathered around the television just as many that day were. I had just listened to a message from my husband that he’d left early on the answer machine. He was in Florida on a business trip. His voice and breathing sounded strained, and fearful and it got my heart racing.
I turned on the television and was watching with my children trying to put together what my husband said in the message with what I was viewing live on television. The scene was playing again and again and the towers were smoking, but still standing. I’m sure my children had begun playing, but I could see they were also noting the distress in my countenance.
I stayed watching, listening to the reports and thinking, “Oh my, this is war!” and just as I was thinking a thought like this, I saw on the television as the first tower fell and I couldn’t believe it. It came down in waves and I was horrified thinking of all the people who were in it, around it and under it. I looked at the innocent faces of my young children and they were looking at me putting my hand to my chest and shaking my head. I decided reluctantly to turn it off at that moment. They like me had just witnessed a horrific, deadly scene.
I wanted to keep watching because I wondered what else might happen and what other building might be struck, and to make sure we were safe, but I couldn’t subject my children to this reality anymore. I wanted them to keep playing and to laugh and smile to help keep the normalcy in our home.
Sometime that day, my husband would call back and tell me that it would be days before I saw him because he would not be flying, but instead car pooling his way back to Texas with his co-workers. There would be no flying for a while. I was both thankful to hear his voice and grateful that we were alive when so many had lost their lives, but also I just wanted to be near him and to be held by him so that I could fall apart.
My thoughts and prayers are with all those involved. No, we didn’t forget.
A new post has been bubbling up in me for a while, but unfortunately today hasn’t helped it to spring forth. It’s because I’m like a child with my phone, kindle and laptop near me on the couch and not knowing with which to play. So, there’s not a whole lot of organization to my thoughts, and I have also started editing a story. That is too much for my brain to keep up with.
So, thanks to whomever is responsible for creating Labor Day because I have permission to play or do “work” I prefer and I don’t have to spend any time buying gifts, or decorating windows or carving anything. I can make pancakes for lunch and drink a cool glass of Pino Gris at 3:00 p.m.
That’s it for now, More soon.
Yep, Labor Day is my kind of holiday; the kind that mostly means fun.
Today, I awoke with a song in my head. I’m not a musician, but sometimes songs come into my head without any way for me to get them out, so I just enjoy them in my head. I’m not sure if I have musical talent, but I was successful at birthing a few musicians, so there’s that.
Anyway, I’m motivated today to think positive and to inspire others. To what? Mostly just to have faith and to keep things real.
People aren’t perfect, but I think we seem pretty good at putting pressure on others to be perfect and the only outcome to that is added stress, anxiety, and fatigue. These things lead to anti-production, illness and worse, take away from our potential instead of adding to it.
People will try to tell you what to do, how to think and how to appear so that you could be acceptable to the world. Not sure how to spell it, but I remember my daughter using this sound and it fits “Psh!” That is what I say to all that. (I try!) My husband would say, “F*&$^#@ it!” and to him I say, “Yeah”
To those individuals (like me) who have a harder time saying those things out loud and believe it, I say, “Don’t give up!” “You’re worth it!” And listen to what comes each day. If it’s a song, enjoy it, if it’s a word of encouragement, share it. If it’s silence, then take a deep breath and know that the answer is coming. It’s coming and in the meantime, wait and play your favorite song. Or better yet, put on the video.
Here’s one of mine: