- To all the moms out there, Happy Mother’s Day. I’ll be leaving in a while (after mass infusion of caffeine) to go see mine.
- I didn’t get around to posting yesterday because I was busy ripping out the rest of the scene I wanted to finish this week. Made it. It’s actually been a really good writing week. 4540 over 5 writing days, plus some significant note taking for the NA bunny. I am down to 3 scenes left…and maybe and epilogue depending on what I do with the last scene. If I can sort out all the details of my final fight scene, then I MIIIIIIIGHT get finished by end of next weekend. Maybe. It would make me really happy to be able to send this off to CPs then and to take a week to play with something while they rip it to shreds. And maybe watch some more Downton Abbey season 3.
- Over the last several months, I’ve been experiencing this subtle shift in my perspective, in my expectations, having a lot of mini-piphanies, and generally starting to come at this writing professionally thing from a slightly different perspective. This has been really good for me, I think, because I really feel like my creativity is burgeoning. I’m having lots of ideas and like it’s easier to get back into the fun of writing. And I feel less pressured and stressed. For the last five years, I’ve had myself on this bullet train, trying to Accomplish Things because once certain things were sorted, we were going to be starting a family. No, I’m not pregnant, but it’s on this year’s agenda. And that’s been this huge Ticking Time Clock because I have always felt like my life and all the things I want to do with it, will be over when I have a kid (I’m not talking rational thought here)–at least until said kid is in school. I waited so long to start pursuing this writing thing as a career, and it really felt like I HAD to MAKE IT before I had a kid. Because then I’d lose all momentum because the kid would suck my brain during pregnancy (babies are parasites–if you don’t take in enough nutrients for both of you, it starts taking stuff from your body–creepy, unromantic, and totally true), steal my sleep for at least two years once here (and we have established I am NOT A NICE PERSON when I don’t get sleep), and just generally be a great big massive TIME SUCK that I can’t just put in a kennel or outside when it’s being loud or annoying (Reason number 71 for why puppies are superior to babies–they also house train much faster). Yeah, I know, perhaps not the healthiest view of parenthood.
Anyway, the year we plan to do this is finally HERE, I haven’t made it, and…it’s like finding out that that axe that’s been hanging over the back of my neck is actually made of rubber or on a different track altogether or something. I’ve really come to accept what my friend Aly is always telling me: You can do almost anything you did before with just one kid. I mean, yeah there will be changes and adjustments. But you figure it out and it’s not that big a deal. It’s when you get into multiples that it’s harder. Since we’ve settled on just one, that pressure feels somewhat abated.
And now that my five year plan has turned out to be a big illusion, I’ve taken a time clock off. Which is a great thing because you CAN’T predict (usually) how things will go and what book or books will launch you (or if). And trying to do so is crazy making. The last couple of years, I’ve had a LOT of personal crazy. And it really stifled my creativity and my ability to produce. :see long dry spell since last self pub release: :hears crickets:
What’s got me thinking about this this morning is this post I just read by Justine Musk (who always seem to have thought provoking content on her blog) about Provoking The World. In particular this little bit here: What if you tossed aside that five year plan and fully lived each moment in front of you, explored it, followed those whispers of intuition? What if you put your ear to the ground of the culture and spent some time listening, listening hard?
This brought forth a huge resonant YES in my brain when I read it. I feel like this is what I’m trying to do with my writing now.
- We went to see Iron Man 3 on Friday night. It is my favorite of the trilogy. SO MUCH BETTER THAN 2. And courtesy of the teenagers behind us who did not shut up for the ENTIRE MOVIE, I have a public service announcement:
LOL and OMG are text abbreviations. They are not words unto themselves. Saying LOL instead of actually laughing or saying OMG instead of actually Oh my God makes you sound like an inveterate MORON.
That is all.