My husband is off work today; he works a 9/80 schedule, so every other Friday he doesn’t go to work. Not often does that interfere with my day; usually he has something going on, but today was free and clear. We went to breakfast, then returned home to an expected sunny, warm day. Yet, I wasn’t feeling motivated to write; I am such a creature of habit that as I started the kettle, noting it was already after eight a.m., I’d be taking today off too.
The WIP is coming right along, in a slightly unusual way; I’ve been tinkering, which I never do. I just write, no inner editor in the road. But this novel, which began on a complete whim, which I have done in the past, well this novel has been chock-ful of plot since day two. I eliminated the info dump, cutting and pasting the overwhelming but necessary paragraphs into other documents. Normally I’d leave all that superfluous description, but as I told my husband this morning, it’s like I have too much plot in my head for what was going to be a simply story. Instead of scribbling these notes onto paper, I’m letting them bubble in my head, but trying to keep a lid on them. So far it works, but maybe I need a day to not think about it.
I’ll do laundry instead.
A hummingbird just flitted into view, stole a few sips, then buzzed away; it’s that kind of Friday, where the only way to tell it’s not full-blown spring is by the bare trees and spindly grapevine along the back fence. I’ll hang clothes on the line, as if it’s late May. And as if to scatter more spring-like joy on the day, I’ll note some awards that were recently bestowed upon the blog: Kristi at Dressed To Quill proffered the Versatile Blogger, while Chelsea Brown at The Jenny Mac Book Blog presented the Very Inspiring Blogger and the Beautiful Blogger. My heart was so warmed by their kindnesses!
One of the reasons I blog is in part to get off my chest all the writing-related hoo haa that I encounter just about every day. Even when I don’t write, I’m still thinking about writing, or blogging about it. A few projects are stewing at the moment, including that idea that was a little scary, but maybe not so frightening after all. Blogging about these issues tears down those walls that would otherwise keep a novel from being written.
Another reason I blog is to give back to anyone willing to dip their toes into these often rambling posts; be it about writing or whatever else I feel needs discourse, well here it is. Take from it whatever you can use.
Lastly I blog because I’m a writer at heart, and if I’m not feeling up to banging out some sturm und drang, at least I can come here and let my fingers dance along the keyboard. Speaking solely for myself, this writer seeks to communicate, even if I spend a lot of time staring at a monitor. Blogging offers an instantaneous method of reaching out, well, as soon as I clean up the post and proof it. But it’s not like crafting a novel which sits silently for ages, all that blah-blahing held deep in my PC’s hard drive, and pretty tightly wound within my head. Over his eggs, ham, and country potatoes, my husband poked at my writing brain this morning; usually we don’t talk about it much, mostly because all my melodrama makes him break out in a rash. But this morning we were eating at a place he really likes, one that I sort of tolerate (mostly because they don’t have waffles, and I REALLY AM a creature of habit). Maybe he was feeling like making an overture, or perhaps he was simply curious; would I ever write another screenplay? (I wrote one years ago, but the formatting isn’t something I want to relearn.) Talking about the writing with him was lovely; it doesn’t happen often. Most often I come here to share the third biggest part of my life.
After my faith and my husband, all I am is a writer. And a blogger morphs into that; I tried to quit last summer after my daughter’s wedding. I lasted all of about two weeks.
Why am I so compelled, and that’s really what it is; I am driven to record some section of this authorial journey. Is it the need to display my heart? Is it the journaler in me, desiring to leave more than a trail of bread crumbs as I blindly forge ahead? Whatever it is, here I am, writing another post, and giving great thanks to those who like what they have read. Kristi and Chelsea, ta cheers thanks loves!
Now, just a little business before this is all said and done: Chelsea’s awards came with no rules, bless her heart. Kristi asked for seven interesting (or not) things about me. In no particular order, here they are…
1. I used to be a licensed hairdresser. I stopped paying for the licence renewal after moving to Colorado and having my third child, assuming I would never again dwell in California, hah!
2. Just recently I quit adding sugar to my lattes. The ease of that transition has surprised me, as I have always had coffee with some type of sweetener. So far, I’m coping quite well.
3. Even more recently I’ve attempted getting over 7,000 steps daily. That too has come along well, although maybe not as easily as sipping unsweetened java. Dragging my butt outta the chair is definitely a challenge.
4. I have been so out of the loop with sports since the Super Bowl that I only learned about 49ers’ quarterback Alex Smith being signed by Kansas City because of an email from my husband. Yes, I’m still bruised by that loss. (Football, what’s that?)
5. I’m still not that adept with my smartphone, but I sure like all the bells and whistles, even if don’t use 75% of them.
6. I like to say I’m not the techie sort, but if nothing else, indie publishing has put that statement on ice.
7. Someday I might not write novels. But I will probably still be blogging…