Imagine, a hangover. But not from cocktails.
A heavy head, filled with fog. Thick and soupy, full of words that won’t transmit.
A fantasy filled with desire and hope.
There is no time, no peace, no focus.
But it will come. It has to.
The story takes shape, slowly, like the torso of a snowman. Getting bigger, fatter.
Until it melts. Again.
Sleep eludes. The wifi beckons. It never sleeps.
Maybe the words will form at dawn.
Imagine a writer. A house full of family. Noise and clutter.
Continue reading Imagine a writer
To be quite honest, I don’t really believe in this whole gift giving thing at Christmas anymore. Sure, let the kids have some presents, but for myself, I honestly don’t need or even want anything.
Which doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the token. I’m just saying, save your money. 🙂
Continue reading Thoughts about gift giving, writing and She Sheds
She saw him sitting there on a bar stool at the counter, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was looking at a screen in his hand. He didn’t see her looking at him.
Continue reading The abstract dream
Imagine, a cabin. A single room with a small kitchenette, indoor plumbing, electricity and a fireplace.
Continue reading The writer’s cabin
Should I start a binder? Or keep an electronic file for my rejections?
One thing I’ve noticed is that I don’t have that many rejections (but I do have several). Main reason for this is because I have not submitted many pieces. I need to get it together here and JUST DO IT.
Continue reading Collecting writing rejections
So this NaNoWriMo thing has been kind of unconventional for me.
To be clear: I’m writing, daily, but I’m not writing the memoir as I originally planned. I have my reasons – partly because I have to have oodles of uninterrupted time to go back to that childhood memory of me in the hospital, and live in it, if you know what I mean. I have to find that little girl voice and experience the experiences, so I can put them in words.
I can’t do that when I have to constantly go to the rink or cook dinner or answer questions or supervise chores or feed guinea pigs or go grocery shopping or argue with teenagers…
Continue reading Squeezing in writing during youth sports weekends
…is irking me a bit. And I will complain about it in a minute 😛 but first, I wanted to share a couple of photos I took on the way to the polling station. Because…today we vote for a new federal leader, and my polling station was next to a college campus and I tell you, the colours and scenery were absolutely breathtaking. I walked the 25 min round trip and stopped to snap some photos.
Continue reading This NaNoWriMo thing…
I’m on the fence about a lot of things in my life, but my latest struggle is about NaNoWriMo.
Continue reading On the fence: writing in November