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Saturday, August 19, 2017

Vacations are for Writing...

A funny thing happened just before I went on vacation...I picked up one of the 8 unfinished novels I have...the one closest to being done...the one I love the most...and easily started making edits that seemed way to complicated to deal with in 2010, 2014, and 2015.  I guess when you are ready, you are ready.  The most amazing thing is...I shut off social media...and focused.  I didn't write about it.  I didn't post about it.  I wanted to surprise one of my friends for their birthday.  It was the perfect motivation.  It was like all of my fears fell by the wayside.  My voice came back.  I was suddenly ready to finish.

There were many reasons for finishing.  What gave me my kick start was that I had a new idea hit me when I was sitting at an Irish Pub with my sister.  I was watching a "session" and I had a vision for a closing scene...I could feel it.  I was so close.  I knew how the story was going to end.  It is a glorious feeling...when it hits.  Sometimes I get the title first.  Other times there is one vivid scene and the rest of the novel works it's way around it.  In order to fully engage in a new novel, I knew that I had to finish my NanoWrimo 2009 novel.  I need to do the work before I start a new one.  It was a respect thing.  I accepted that I am a writer and I need to write.  As I writer, I owe it to my words to complete them so that others can read them. 


After my Irish Pub Visit...I did some planning...

My first day of vacation...all the edits (pen and ink style) fell across the page...while I had my first ever Duck Doughnut.

Electronic Edits commenced on a novel with hints of espionage while drinking a beer called Burner...it was kismet.

The last set of edits happened at the beach...my haven...Cape May...I came home and printed it to send to Texas.

Monday, October 31, 2016

Twas the Night before NanoWrimo... (Word Count = 0)

So, maybe I won't write a novel in November...but my goal is to write every day.  A story a day.  A story a day that I will post on my blog.  It is something to get my writing going.  That is the point of National Novel Writing Month (NanoWrimo)...to get the words out.  I need to get back to my writing...with some form of consistency.  I don't know what I will write about.  I'm hoping that each short story over the next 30 days will have some common thread to it.  My hope is to let a song inspire me each day to write a story.  Perhaps even a baby sized beer every now and again too.  I have a plan.  Each morning during my 4 miles...I'll pick a song or ask for song recommendations the evening before.  Then I will spend the my hour on the treadmill plotting and maybe making some notes.  Then...after work...maybe with a baby beer and maybe without...I'll put fingers to keys or pen to paper...and write!!  WRITE!!  I can't wait.  It will feel so good to get my creatives going.  A story a day...for 30 days.  This year I am a Nano Rebel...

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Just be...

I always look to the trees for answers...I used to just look to my tree...the one that has watched me grow since I was eight.  The thing is, there are trees everywhere and each is worthy of answer seeking.  You can't be afraid to switch things up. Look for different trees.  Change your perspective.  Let the energy move you. Trust it.  Flow with it.  Grow with it.  What you need. What you want.  What you have.  Where you need to be.  You shall be... 

Sunday, November 29, 2015

In that sacred space...

No matter how many years pass, in a split second, you can get pulled back into that space.  Sometimes you go willingly...you spur it on with a song or going to places once visited.  Sometimes you find it on the wind while watching the sunrise.  Sometimes you are sitting in a pub, watching soccer, and you overhear a conversation between siblings about their parent.  How to manage their care.  How to rearrange the furniture.  How to convert the downstairs bathroom to include railings.  How to add an extra railing in the stairwell.  How to add a ramp to the garage steps.  It all came rushing back during the time of year where it all still lingers.

Something happens in this space of time from late November until mid March...there is this thing that travels overhead and settles around.  Every year I think I am strong enough to not let it weigh into my being.  It is this sacred space that I shared with my Mom and Sister when we were caring for someone who was dying.  There was no time for wallowing.  There was no time for regret.  There was only time to be fully present and ready for whatever the next moment brought.  It was hard.  It was scary.  It was not without tears.  It was beautiful.

There was a moment last night when I stood by the water and I could feel it all.  The ebb and flow of everything.  The energy.  The sky was strewn with color.  Everyone we needed was around.  We toast.  We live.  We love.