There’s nothing that lifts me up more then scratching my pen across paper. And it’s even better when the words that spill from my fingers contribute to a current story.
Why I deny it baffles me. Why I deny myself the relief it brings me confuses me.
But I forced myself to focus. Forget all the nasty dark that surrounds me for just a couple of hours. And I felt wonderful.
I won’t deny what calls to my soul anymore. I won’t let the storms outside quiet the storm inside me.
I’m bringing my writing back. Watch out.
See what my sister got me???? Lovin’ it!!!!!
Totally my favorite Hemingway quote. On a shirt.
I think Flannery has the same addiction as me…the addiction of moving a pen across paper.
Yesterday was a great day. Gorgeous sun. Breezy wind making my hair dance. Conversations that made me smile and laugh. And words…I read some, I wrote some, I read some more and I wrote more.
Yep…a great day, indeed. :)
In case you were wondering I *heart* writing. My Chucks say so. :)
My tool. It’s how I roll.
Today I took a huge personal step in my career.
I know, I know…I’ve been a declared writer for over a year now. But with the exception of a few contests I’ve been a private writer. Only sharing my stories with a very small selective collection of people.
Tonight…I submitted my first piece to an actual, like, publishing place. Like one I can put on my writing résumé.
Nervous. Expecting the rejection letter (right, fellow writers). But to be accepted in this Writing World you must be rejected first. I mean, I hope I’m accepted…but reality dictates it won’t happen out of the gate.
And you know what? Perfectly ok with that.
(And yes, my picture like always. This beautiful little dandelion was waiting for me to blow his seeds all over my mom’s yard. Yeah, sorry about that mom…you’ll have more dandelions coming up.)
My favorite place to sit and to write in my house is an odd place on the floor. There are no spacial definitions to this area of the room but it’s definitely where magic happens.
So with the kids at daddy’s for the five day stretch and the writing needing to be done elevated to computer use, I was ever so grateful for the iMac purchase once again, and move that shit to the floor.
Then in honor of a new tour and American Express presale…my sister and I are going to the NKOTB concert in July. And I went old school New Kids. Every song released blared from my speakers yesterday.
NKOTB is just one of the concerts my sister and I plan to accomplish this summer. Oh yes…we’re roadies to LA concerts.
This man makes reading nonfiction fun. I love the way he writes.
Please, oh writing gods, let me soak in his words of writing magic and use them on my paper.
See what I did? See what I did?!
I went to my favorite place. Then I busted out my iPad. My notebook and my pen. And I freaken wrote, dude.
Can you feel my excitement?!