On one hand, it seems silly to participate in a month long attempt to bang out as many words as possible in the attempt to finish a novel, good or bad, just get the words on paper and worry about the editing later. For you newbies, I’m referring to NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month, which traditionally occurs in November with a preview event in July: www.nanowrimo.org. On the other hand, the tantalizing dream of hauling that niggling idea in the back of your mind onto the page, then shaping and forming the characters, watching as they become people separate from you with their own foibles and conflicts, and then dragging the entire weary mass finally, limping and screeching in protest, over the finish line. It’s an intoxicating idea to which no wine can compare.
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I’ve been in the living room for ten minutes, and already, Granny has asked me five separate times whether I would like to have a glass of tea. Even if I graciously accept and am holding the syrupy-sweet, cool glass of liquid in my hand, she may ask again. When she walked across the room unassisted and sat down on her daughter’s plush sofa, she was mostly steady on her feet, with only an occasional dizzy wobble due to her 96 years of age. When I asked how she felt, she threw out “fine as a big mud hole” which left me puzzling over whether that’s a good thing or a bad. Continue reading “The Creative Mind”
I am flawless.
A stack of books for company,
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Thoughts on the rights of children for pictures on social media
“I don’t want that picture posted,” my daughter remarked as she flipped through the images on my iPhone. I glanced over casually and laughed out loud, for the umpteenth time, at a picture of my five year old daughter squatting and ‘shaking her booty’ as she mocked the prissy walk of one of our cats. “I think it is hilarious. Your aunts will love it,” I chuckled.
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For years, I have followed a variety of interests and favorite authors through blogs. I get easily irritated when particular favorites don’t keep up with their blogs because they are off doing something serious, like writing a book or traveling for book signings. Why, why, why?! I want it all – I want them to write books and share those precious tidbits on a daily basis – or maybe just weekly! I have become the worst aspect of modern living, desiring that instant gratification.
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