Monday, July 23, 2007

Happy birthday to me! This past weekend I celebrated my birthday with my family. I felt wonderfully loved and honored. I spent much of the time counting the blessings of my life and pondering how I would spend the rest of it. I'll bet those of you who know me know what I'll be doing. Yup, playing with my grandchildren and writing for them.

The story that I'm working on right now seems to have taken on a life of its own in my head. At any given time I can tell you what the characters are doing, feeling, or saying.

Watching how the story turns into words on paper increases my excitement. The only thing better is watching the expression on the faces of those reading the story. I love it!

I watch other people with their hobbies and passions. It's a fever that causes delirium, steals time, and, in many cases, money, too. Fortunately, writing hasn't cost me nearly as much as some of my previous hobbies. Maybe one day it might even bring me some. Who knows?


Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Hi all, I'm back. I've been away earning a living and taking classes to renew my license. Not fun, but necessary, and none of it has anything to do with writing.

Oh well, at least I'm back. I've started reading a book I wish I had come across a year and a half ago. It talks about writing in a way that makes sense to me. The chapter I read today discussses the 'sound' of writing and suggests new writers spend time reading poetry. What an awesome recommendation.

In my critique group, one of the writers is a wonderful poet. It's her writing that taught me the 'sound' I'm trying for; the way the words flow from one another. Her writing is visual and has texture.

I'm learning to weave sound and texture through my words. I have to confess, it is no mean fete. I imagine if I practice enough it should get easier as I go along.

If I keep chipping away at that mile I'm working on, I just might get it accomlished. How about you?


Monday, July 02, 2007

Good grief, I can't believe it's July, already! To top that off, I got tagged from a person I was considering building a close friendship with. Just kidding, I still am wanting to build that friendship. But the price she has to pay is that somewhere in this post I will use her name.

From this point on the bold letters will spell out her name. They won't be in the correct order and sometimes I will use a letter more than once. This is to protect her identity, but those of you who are smart enough, and know her, will be able to figure it out.

I usually post about things having to do with writing, but today is different. Because of the tag, I have to tell you eight things about myself. The first thing is pretty obvious, my passion for writing.

I love having the stories alive in my head and when I see them develop on paper I really get jazzed. My dream is to have a large collection of novels for my grandchildren to read when they get older. The good news is that they're learning how to read even now. To make the collection special, I think I'll bind the manuscripts in my favorite color, green.

The strangest thing about me is that I've done time in prison, maximum security prison. Do you want to know what did to get there? Here's the story. I needed more than a few extra dollars to pay for our daughter's wedding so I went to work in one. I know, major let down. You were hoping for some spectacular crime that ended in a high speed chase across county lines with the police in hot pursuit. Sorry, just boring work.

In keeping with another passion of mine, I did learn some really interesting things. For instance, I know how to kill you with toilet paper. No, I won't tell you how. Some poor sap will try it, the police will trace it back to this blog, and then I'll do time, for real, as an accomplice. No thanks!

I am a voracious reader and I love science fiction, but not all sci-fi. I prefer character driven plots. The possibilities of the science intrigue me, but strong characters keep me reading.

Okay, I've now satisfied the obligation of the tag and you have a little more information about me than you really need. Since there's not much left to tell, I'll say goodbye for now. Keep writing.