Onward, Ever Onward

Spent some time editing chapters 18 and 19 today. I'll print them out tomorrow and go to a cozy little restaurant and finish them off.

Tomorrow is my little AA group for writers. Writers' Ink is a great group of friends here in Ohio. We'll talk and laugh and share the ups and downs. I can't wait to hear what my friends are up to. 

The week-end is busy - with things that are not writing related - but I expect to spend time writing anyhow. I've got to. The Muse will be revitalized after tomorrow's meeting. 

I have no idea what the blasted gems are that Gozon bought at the market. That they are magic was abundantly clear as poor Kaspar reeled in their presence. How on earth the Muse comes up with these things, I don't know. *g*

Life is good.

PS - FOUR giraffe sightings today!

Wishing and Hoping

So many of my years were spent in fairytale-like wishing. Nowadays, I try very hard to discourage my own little one from such thoughts. Life is too much fun if you give it a chance. If you sit around wishing, it's quite dull. Even sad.

Today, even with all this tremendous knowledge, I found myself wishing to see some giraffes. Now, as I've explained before, I have seen giraffes everywhere since I sent my MS to the publishing houses. Today was no exception. First thing in the morning, I was watching TV for the weather and there they were - twice. Giraffes. Unbidden. Unwished for.

So later today, I was at the science museum with the little one and there were pictures of elephants and wildebeests and chimpanzees. So I thought, OK - good place to see giraffes. None came. I started wishing for giraffes. None came.

It finally dawned upon me - wishing will not get something done. Now, I'm not that dense that this very thought hasn't come to me hundreds of times before, but I am slow and need refreshing - the good old F5 button.

The same is true with writing. I know it is. If I sit at my computer and wish I could write something, nothing will happen. Same is true with my trusty, rusty yellow pad.

BUT - if I sit down and 'know' that I'm going to write - I do. No excuses need be made when that moment finally comes. I love the Muse.

Life is stirring.

Writing - Hard on the Body

I'm exhausted - but in a good way. My back is killing me - but in a good way. I've been writing - but in a good way! Because today, I wrote more 'Blue.'

I spent a couple hours yesterday working on press releases and task lists and such for the Skyline conference coming up at the end of this month. http://www.skylinewriters.com/conference2011.html

I don't know how I end up on committees - but there you are.

I finished Chapter Eighteen and never even noticed that Chapter Nineteen was contained in it. So that's two whole chapters done. 'Course, I've got to edit them. But the important stuff is in there. As I was transposing from my rusty, dusty yellow notepad to Word, a whole other section just fell into the computer. It was fun and surprising. I had to rearrange quite a few pieces of the handwritten stuff to accommodate the new stuff. But isn't that a glorious thing - to have to accommodate writing. *g*

Life is good!

Grief and Such

I went to a blog tonight that was mentioned in a friend's blog.

The writer was talking about rejections - which I always read about - and said that we must recognize that grief is part of the rejection process. I sometimes forget that grief is such a huge part of our lives. At least mine.

Every day, there is a moment of grief that can be used. Eye doctor today. Good news and yet not quite. A bit of an astigmatism for my little one. Now that doesn't seem bad, but anything that might make her life a bit more difficult, makes me sad. So I mourned it. Properly. For about two seconds. That's all it was worth.

My son-in-law picked up a call from me on my daughter's cell. He and I are estranged. Seriously. I was furious. As always, he was obnoxious. I had to mourn the feelings that came with talking to him. I had to mourn the fact that I didn't get to talk to my daughter. 

These are little things. But honestly, each day, if I can remember to look at a thing that has caused me a wee bit of sadness, give it its moment of mourning and grief, then I will waylay anger and fear. Those are important things to be rid of. They promote depression.

Oh - I had to mourn the fact that I won't be able to go to Dragon*Con again this year. One of my favorite authors will be there. 

I've got the Skyline Conference to go to. So that will be fun. I think I best remember also to rejoice on a daily basis. 

Life is convoluted.