Becca, did you do your assignment you (nearly) promised yesterday that you would do? I just did my homework. I wrote about a time I “bonded” with someone. It was a good exercise. I remembered something I haven’t thought about in nearly 10 years. Did I write anything in my WIP? Nope. So sue me.*...
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Monthly Archives: September 2009Sometimes I think I’m a writer. Then there are days when I have nothing. Nothing in my fingers. Nothing in my brain. My very soul is a shriveled pod, empty of thoughts or images or ideas. But at least I can always be overly dramatic, right? So I’m cheating. Sort of. I googled “writing prompts”... The other day, Kid 4 called me to come into the office. “I have something for you,” he said. Which could be anything, you know. As it happens, he had found a preview for the movie FAME on the computer. He knows. He’s 5, and he knows that my heart goes all fluttery for the... Thirty-five was a very good year. (Frank Sinatra is singing in my head right now. Yes. I am a huge nerd.) Here are some of the things that I did, learned, or experienced when I was thirty-five: I did my own hair. I never got a professional haircut or any kind of color. I’m looking... I’m working on a story that has all kinds of things in it that I don’t know anything about. Because I can’t always write what I know. I don’t know all that much. I’d run out of ideas pretty fast. But there would be a lot of food in my stories. Um, there is, in... And tomorrow my life changes, once again, forever. (Dramatic, much?) This is the last day before my last baby heads to school. So we are going out to play. And tomorrow, there will be much writing, with phones turned off and windows blinded. But for right now, I’m off to play. Oooh. Yesterday morning I woke early-early and worked on a story for/with a friend. It’s sort of a collaboration thing. She has a great historical nugget, and I put it in my words. If I do say so my own self, it is beautiful. We have some kinks to work out, and some details to... Title Drama is ebbing. Hooray. There are such good, brilliant people working at my publisher’s house (Hi, Lisa, Heidi, Emily!), and sometimes I just take their word for stuff. You know, like I would with my parents back when I was suggestible to their direction. Sure, okay, if you say so, I’ll go with you.... |