I am about to go to sleep...but WOW! That tiny post says it all.
( Learning to create space savers )
The reflection in my mirror is peaceful and smiling with a twinkle in her eyes.
Weebles wobble but we don't fall down!
So far I have averaged 1,417 words per day. I need 1,667 per day to make the 50,000 words. When I sit to write, I do so in short spurts, but as I am writing the characters feel real and there is no world but the one I am creating.
Today I made a post at a nanowrimo blog and the responses were incredible! One woman who said she was thinking of giving up wrote 2,000 words after reading the post. Here I am 1200 words behind...LOL!! Aw, it's fun! There are 44 replies on that post...which means there are at least 22 replies that weren't me. Neat, huh? I think it's wonderful!
I love helping to motivate others...it's the most incredible feeling to know someone is happier.
But I hate hypocrisy...so now I have to go write more for Nano...
What's good for the goose is...um...errr...good for the goose!
Quack!
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.
'And why is everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'
I do hope to make the 50,000 words, but if I don't, I will still have something I genuinely like to show for the time I spent writing, so I am already satisfied. My heart goes out to those who do not like what they are writing, the same way my heart goes out to people in rough marriages and dysfunctional families. Sometimes we have to walk through rough situations to get to the other side. I know I certainly had to do so.
I keep meeting people in their twenties. What awesome folks they are! The future is in good hands.
Well, I still have an errand to run and then I really need to see what's happening with my characters.
'Hope you all have a special evening!
---Marianne Williamson
One of my characters passed out cold on his study floor, but he didn't black out, so I don't have to take him to a meeting. If I could have learned to pass out, I wouldn't be celebrating 32 years sober this December. I'd still be drinking!
Ah, fiction. It's that place where we can be anyone at all and do anything. Today I was a female robot, a male hologram, a mind boggling loving scientist, and a the geeky son of a rich man. Not a bad day. I still don't get out much. I've been in a lab, a study, a hallway, and a bedroom. I hope one of these characters takes up gardening or something pretty soon. I wanna go outside!
I write in little spurts. This isn't like writing non-fiction. It's not "old news". I write something and then have to let it settle in. These are entirely new beings. They are in my future. Knowing that requires some time for me to adjust. I'm a little old lady, not some young kid who is still used to everything being new.
I think one of the things I am enjoying the most out of this adventure is that I am meeting young people in their early twenties, whose minds work at the speed of light. These are the people who will eventually decide my future. The world is theirs now.
It seems like just last week that I was the young adult who owned the world and was going to make a difference in the lives of others. I've succeeded in what I set out to do many times over, despite incredible odds. It never dawned on me to be anyone other than who I am.
Now, though, for a little while each day, I am a number of different people, who are making a difference in my life! Bend your mind around that thought for a time.
Sweet dreams, whether by night as you sleep, or by day as you visualize your life the way you would like it to be. Keep in mind, good dreams come true. The only difference between dreams and reality is prayer and effort.
I've said my prayers. Now I am writing a book. Yup. I used to dream about this.
Well, it's time to get back to it. See you at 1700!
( Oops! Too long! )
Yesterday I read No Plot? No Problem! by Chris Baty the guy who created NaNoWriMo. I now know why there is a helmet with horns in the Nano symbol. Chris can write! He's funny! I love his style.
As I enter NaNoWriMo I am making some new friends. It's truly a happening.There are people I am getting acquainted with because of NaNoWriMo and two I just met here on LJ. This is one of those "born again" experiences. I have been through this so often now, I recognize what's happening. Bring it on! I love it!
( Happy stuff here... )
NO TURNING BACK
Oh. My. That's now the working title. It fits the book. What book you ask? The imaginary book in my head which, next April, will be turned into a screen play. I'm already sitting in the theater of my mind as the projectionist shows me entire scenes: "Previews of Coming Attractions".
It's all there...time travel, politics, prison life, romance, the great escape,disaster, success. I see it all.
For now she's Melvina and he's Ken Moore. (A hologram named after an appliance! Sears may sponsor the movie!) Hey! It's my book. If you don't like it, it's not too late to join NaNoWriMo and write your own!
( I'm gonna do this thing... )
I HAVE told you that what I need comes to me, I know...but I will never get used to it. FREE WIRELESS INTERNET ACCESS on a free laptop computer. Blessed? You think maybe? My using dial-up has been like sending mail through the pony express. I was grateful to be able to connect, yet was frustrated often.
Each time I consider moving away from this building, something comes up to cause me to reconsider. This is that something. This is now a writer's paradise.
( Read more... )
( Ricky? Where are you... )

