Saturday, June 27, 2015

Bucket List

I don't think a bucket list should be just for people who are on the way out.

I have a few things that I want to do and this week I happened to scratch one off the list.

It might seem strange but I have wanted to go to a hookah lounge or whatever they call them. It was a fun time. The atmosphere was interesting The hookah whatever you want to call it was very different and I had a good time so one thing off the list and we'll see whatever I else I can find. I also found a great recipe for Morrican tea.

Will write more when I get to my computer. This tablet is difficult.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Time

I am here in Florida with Brenda. brenda is an awesome audience. She is very encouraging and I am now going to go back to definitely writing. Not just pretending that I'm going to write or thinking about writing I am going to write because Brenda says I can.
. Thank you, Brenda

PS hey no attention to the rotten grammar and grammatical characters because this iPad is not working right

Monday, April 20, 2015

Long Time No See

I couldn't believe how difficult it was this morning to open my blog and even consider writing. Some of it is definitely embarrassment. Good grief, it's been since last August. I had no idea.

Another factor was fear. I have only written snippets since last I posted. I had a part-time job that I discovered drained me. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. I am now free. Oddly, blessedly free.

I am starting to write again. Forgive me for saying this, I don't know if it's because I am tenacious or stupid, but I am still working on Nothing But Blue Skies. I started with Chapter One again. Not a total rewrite, but I did move an action piece forward into it and brought the wizards to the forefront, too. I think it makes a difference.

D and I are still working on her book. It is coming along nicely. She is in the midst of a very difficult part, but the challenge, at least for me as her editor, is fun. I can't wait till she finishes this next chapter. Hint, hint, hint,

As for my dear friend Cynthia, I got a 'are you alive' message on my facebook page. I'm hoping we'll be getting together again soon.

Claudia Taller is offering another Word Lovers Retreat for the beginning of May and I am signed up. Even though I have not been writing, I went to her last one, I think it was November. I keep hoping that if I surround myself with creative people, that their juice will run off and I'll get some to kick start me.

I don't really know what's happened this morning to allow me to visit you again, but I'm glad. I've got to learn more and more. If you'd like to share any writing tips, I'll accept them gladly.

It's good to be back. I don't think I'll write here every day, perhaps I burnt out the last time, but I will be back.

Blessings,
Sharron

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Slogging

For the past many months, I've felt like I'm on an algae-smelling river, in a boat without a paddle. It's a wooden boat, not of Elvish make, but one with no beauty nor grace.

I've made it out of the boat but ended up in a fly-infested bog, slogging forward. The best part of the bog, if there can be such a thing, is that my brain is clear, frightened, but clear.

Writing is so personal, no matter what my subject matter. It's like going into a deep, water-floored mine. I know there's something down there, but I'm afraid of what it could be.

It's me

Tonight, D came over and we had an awesome time with her Cornelius story. I can see her characters and know what they're thinking and what's happening to them without any thought. She reads me a line, usually funny, and I am off, eyes closed, imagining the scene before me and voila - somehow - I see more. I see the little things that make humans special and fun and I tell her and she sits there, mouth agape. It is such an unusual thing, being a teacher/editor. I know now what spurred on my love of reading as a child. I could see it all before me and imagine, before I read the next part, what might happen. I loved those moments when I was right.

As we sat there, I pondered  upon my own writing - now that I can look at it subjectively. I wondered why I couldn't edit/revise my own writings the way I could with D and my other student/friend.

I pulled out 'Blue' and D and I went over it - the first two paragraphs - and I was able to see what I thought might be good changes to make the character more vibrant and the scene more understandable. In the midst of it all, I realized I needed to move a scene up. It's an action scene and it's much farther down in chapter one. Moving it up will answer questions sooner. I used to think it was better to keep my readers guessing, but I think there's only so much a reader wants to guess :)

D is happy and I'm excited - after all this soul searching. I know how to read/review/revise this book, at least for the moment. Tomorrow morning, though it's technically already tomorrow, I'm taking the pages we scribbled over and write them out. Then onto the next paragraph. It's going to be tedious, the thought of which has disabled me these last few months, but I feel hope again.

Life is hope. Blessings, my friends.