There I go

All packed up and ready to unpack.

Packing it all up

It's been over two months since I posted an update. With a snap of fingers, the weeks have flown by. The remodel ran longer than planned, which caused the move date to be delayed. The tile order that was supposed to take two weeks to come in, wound up taking five. The last nine weeks have been go, go, go. And it looks like the new computer that is so desperately needed, is going to have to wait.

How I wish I had a cabin in the mountains where I could retreat to and rest. Of course it would have a functional computer, internet, and Borders Bookstore nearby. (Their caramel lattes put Starbucks to shame).

The writing bug returned thanks to my friend Kaia and I was able get over the hump that pestered me. Many times, I wanted to give up, figured no one would care to read CBG anymore and there is another story on the back burner I've wanted to get into. Soular has also been en her own gentle way. I'm grateful for the support and inspiration.

I'm longing to have a day where I can shut away for hours and type to my heart's content. There are about one to two scenes to finish. Then I have to edit the whole chapter. With the way things are going, I don't know if there'll be time to get it ready for Thanksgiving.

Back to packing now. It's odd how the stuff just isn't disappearing!

Today's a special day.

Getting my groove back

It's a gorgeous summer day and I feel that urge to write getting stronger. I'm longing to visit Sascha's world again.

House hunting

I might be moving soon and doing so with a heavy heart. There's no time for writing these days.

Rain break

It just started raining. The trees are swaying and the pattering against the windows, walls and railings sounds like a wind chime. So pretty. My dog's not going to like it though. She needs to walk once the rain stops.

I'm back to writing. It's slow going. I'm on the third or forth version of the same scene I've been working on for over a week. Last night I started a new story to distract myself and prove that I could get a hundred words in. I made it to five hundred. This one's a suspense though. I wanted to go in a completely different direction and practice external conflict more.

But I'm going to refocus on CBG today. I think if I let myself get swept up in another story, I risk having two incomplete works on hand. Discipline in this arena is good.

Wow, it's pouring down now. Poor doggie. I should have taken her out sooner. Ah, it's slowing down again. No, typed that too soon.

I caught the last half of the Jersey Housewives reunion. Is that show bananas or what? Must catch the repeat this evening! Sarah's House is coming up in a few minutes on Fine Living. She's got fabulous taste.

Rain stopped again.

A mind shift is needed

June has been an unsettling, bad-news month so far. Subsequently, writing has taken a backseat because it feels self-indulgent. It's also become a frustrating microcosm of the other areas of my life: I'm not making the progress I think I should be making; the way isn't clear. (So much for the escapism of it.) That's when I question the point of staying up past 1 in the morning tapping away on the keyboard. You can liken it to the tree falling in the forest and no one hears it--does it count?

But someone left the following comment a few days ago: "This story, your writing, it's just beautiful. The emotion that just seems to pour from the text as I'm reading is truly breath-taking. I've laughed, I've gotten choked up. Absolutely beautiful."


That was like someone offering a hand to pull me up. Upon reading the comment, I grabbed the flash drive and did a rewrite. Chapter five should be called: 'Agony'. My appreciation for published authors has deepened more and more.

I've got a few quiet days this week (fingers crossed that the plumbing and the household fix its are resolved) and one of my favorite writers sent in new material to edit, which is a treat and inspiring too. Hopefully, I'll get some decent sleep and regroup. I sure need it.