Sometimes You Just Need a Drink

Life is not easy going. It is not a bed of roses. We have heard these sayings and other similar ones. Well, they are all true. That means that sometimes you just need a drink.

I had one of those days at work. When I say work, I mean my day job that pays the bills and supplies health insurance. It also supplies a lot of writing material though sometimes I wish it was not quite so exciting.

I didn’t ask for patience. I didn’t ask to have roughness in my life to smooth my own rough edges. By the end of the day, I needed a drink.

There are times it feels like that every day. I get very stressed when I feel like I’m in a deep pit with others standing around the edge to pelt me with rocks. Do you get that? Do you feel that you have a target on your back or at least all over your body? Please tell me I’m not alone.

It seems that too often I’m on the defensive. Someone is pointing a finger at me because they want to cover up their mistake. Oh, I make plenty of mistakes. They don’t point them out. Maybe because I admit to them. They make up stuff. I just don’t get it.

I do try to turn it around and make it positive. In fact, I think of scenerios I could put in a book where they get payback. Oh, the fun I have in that. It can be funny at times. I don’t have them murdered in my mind. I have in comical situations, embarrassing situations. Then I laugh the next time I see them because I see them with the pie in the face or the monkey licking their face.

The best part? They have no idea what I’m laughing about. I really do get the last laugh then.

When a Writer Learns to Knit

Hobbies can help a writer relax. They are meant to give inspiration and clear the mind. Unless you are learning to knit. Then you find that it drives you insane and sends you cussing worse than a sailor.

I’ve been crocheting for years. It is easy for me. I can crochet as I watch TV and with others around me talking. Not much distracts me. How much different could knitting be once I broke through the language of it and actually learned the basics.

Boy, was I wrong!

I have found that knitting is very foreign to me. I cannot count the stitches as easily as I can with crocheting. That means that when I am interrupted, I struggle finding where I was. That is just the beginning of my frustrations.

Knitting calls for my complete attention. I mean complete! I try to knit. I’m reading the instructions and trying to get it right. Then I’m interrupted.

“Mom….”

“Honey….”

ARGH!!!!!!! Leave me alone! I’m trying to get this one row done. I can’t get this pattern done. Shoot, I can’t even get the next row complete.

I thought this was supposed to relax me! It’s not!!!!!

I’m not too inspired. I don’t want to be creative. I want to get the hang of knitting. Maybe I need to go back to crocheting.

I will go back to knitting. I want to make items that are only knit, but I’m going to have to do it when I’m doing nothing else and no one else is around. That may never happen now that I think about it. Then again, I find time to write. Maybe I need to create the writing environment but for knitting. Or hire killers to take out family members who interrupt me. Both sounds pretty good.

Why In the World Did I Ever Think of Being a Writer?

To answer this question, I think I have to go back to my early childhoold. No, I did not dream of a being a best selling novel. No, I did not write notebooks full of stories. Wish I had. My beginnings as a writer were much more practical to me. I wrote stories in my head to help me sleep.

Some people can lay down and be asleep within minutes if not seconds. Not me. It would take me sometimes hours. I discovered that stories I wrote helped me sleep. It still took me quite a long time, but I would never notice when I slipped into DreamLand.

I would take a story I had read or something I had seen on TV (probably Disney as we only had two or three channels back then – yes, I just told my age.) One night, I’d work on the first scene. The next night, I’d try to remember where I left off and perfected a few things. That first scene could take a month or more to finish as I did it over and over, but it helped me to sleep. That was the goal.

When I was a kid, I read Gone With the Wind. This was a woman who had had no training as a writer and left a legacy. Why couldn’t I do it? Then I knew that one day I’d write a story. It took me another decade or two to actually attempt it.

Now, I have been told that I wrote stories in my school years, but I honestly do not remember them. Maybe they were just so bad that I wanted to forget they had ever existed.

My first story written was only to stop a recurring dream. A friend suggested I write it out so I’d stop dreaming. Then it turned into a book, then into a trilogy and then a few short stories to fill in gaps. The rest is the cliched history.

Sleep. Dreams. The perfect writing inspiration for me.

I Have the Dropsies

No, I am not contagious. At least I hope not. It is a horrible thing to have. Once it starts, it only seems to get worse.

I got up the other morning and knocked my glasses onto the floor. With a groan, I retrieved them which was difficult since I needed my glasses to see. Then my phone fell on the floor with a clatter when I sat back up from getting my glasses. Good timing as I had my glasses then to see where it was.

All was good for a few minutes until I dropped the soap in the shower. As I reached to get that, I knocked over the shampoo bottle. The day was not starting off well, in case you hadn’t noticed.

After dropping the car keys twice, I managed to get into the car and start toward work. You’ll be glad to know that this serious illness did not show symptoms on the drive to work. Myself and all other drivers remained safe.

At work, the symptoms resurfaced at an alarming rate. Sitting my purse on my desk, it tumbled over and spilled half its contents. Thankfully, the kitchen sink remained buried at the bottom with anything useful I typically need. It only got worse from there. I sat down in my chair and knocked the stapler over which then caused my pen to roll off the desk and bounce onto the carpet.

Needless to say, I was not exactly in a sunshiny mood or even a partly cloudy one. My boss walked in, and my good morning was far from good. Coffee was needed. No! It was a necessity.

It was good for a spell as I poured the coffee and put in the cream and sugar. Picking up the cup, I sloshed coffee on the counter. Geez! Could it get any worse? Yep, I said that. Stupid me actually asked that question.

I cleaned the mess up. That well pretty well for which I am thankful. On the way to my desk, I took a sip and dribbled quite a bit of coffee all over my light beige top. Yep, day was still going great.

For a couple of hours, the symptoms subsided. Lunch rolled around. Still things were okay. It was in the middle of a meeting, the symptoms showed themselves again. A pen fell onto the floor, not once but three times. I knocked over my bottle of water. Then I tripped as I stood up to leave. Great presentation.

The symptoms continued after I got home. I gave up cooking dinner when I dropped the chicken on the floor much to the delight of the dogs. I’m on the way to bed. Hoping the symptoms continue to be controlled I can get things done right.

Too Much of a Good Thing?

It is true that you can have too much of a good thing. Too much fruit can increase your sugar levels and make you sick. Too much of your favorite foods can have you not wanthing them for a while. You can get too much of a good thing. Even writing.

I’ve been writing up to 2000 words a day for the last month and a half. Finished one story and picked up another that was halfway done. Then I felt sick to write even one line. I had done too much of it without a break. That was too much of a good thing.

Over the years, I’ve discovered that I need to step away from projects for a spell. I will put all my energy into a project and then can’t do more. I have to step away for a few days or weeks before the interest returns. Maybe my brain just needs recharging. Maybe too many thoughts are rummaging around up there.

Currently, I have been away from my writing for nearly a week. The urge is upon me again. I’ve spent these days off reading and watching shows. Inspiration has struck in several areas. Suddenly, I felt rejuvenated. Now I finished a short story and am working on the next chapter in the novel that is my current WIP.

This is exciting. I feel new energy. Now I have to make sure I don’t burn out quickly again. In order to avoid that, I’m going to force myself to have time away to just read and take walks. I think I can. I think I can. I sure hope I can.

The Realization I’ve Been Doing It All Wrong

I’ve been writing online for over a decade. I’ve been writing fiction for just under that. During that time, I read and listened to so much advise on writing and publishing. I’ve discovered I’ve been doing it all wrong!

The amount of advice for writers online is astronomical. I was pretty religious in reading all that advice. Each piece I implemented, and each time I fell flat on my face. They were telling me what to do, but they weren’t telling if I should.

I was recently listening to a podcast called “So You Want to Be a Writer”. I’ve just started so I am now binge listening from the beginning. That means I’m listening to multiple episodes at a time and filling notebooks of ideas and such that I glean from them. A common idea is that you need to be yourself. Surprise! That is easy, but that is not what I have been told. Well, I should know better than to do everything I’m told. My brother did tell me once to go play in the street.

I set up a website. I found it stifling and boring. I took it down. I put up another website and found the same restrictive feeling. You see, I thought I was doing everything all the wise writers were telling me too. I only wrote about writing and my books. UGH! No one got to really see the real me who is not near that boring. Or at least I don’t think I am.

The advice on this podcast was to be myself. Talk about my day. Talk about the meal I just cooked. Don’t always talk about writing and my books. Umph, that seems contradictory, but guess what? I would prefer to read those blogs that talk about everyday things in a humorous light. Maybe I should be myself afterall!

This was something to ponder. And I did. Pondered while I worked my day job. Pondered while I drove home. Pondered replying to emails. Pondered and pondered away. Then I felt like the village idiot.

So this begins my journey on being me. You’ll find a warped sense of humor at times. You’ll find a chaotic life. But I hope you find some entertainment. Yes, I might share some news of my writing here and there, but I swear it will not be blog posts of “Buy my book!” or other such mundane rubbish.

Now I’m off to think of the next post which might be about my lazy dog or my lazy husband or both. Toodles!

Release of Writing Prompt Book

It’s here!

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