This is the way my kids and niece decorate Christmas Trees.
Jane, 7 years old, Ernest at 4 and Flannery at 2 and a half…
I could not wait until the little ‘ens fell asleep to fix it. As it was, I was bugging them by withholding the sparkly balls. Or all of the blue ones. Because it wouldn’t be balanced.
My ADD tendencies are making people laugh right now. Pretty soon they will start getting annoyed. Then eventually they’ll stop hanging out with me because they got sick of me coming in their house and trying to organize.
Or just because I simply can’t sit still.
Strange that my soul chose writing as its passion.
Riddle me this…it takes great writers with brilliant ideas sometimes decades to be published.
Yet…we have this.
I don’t get it (said with a shake of my head).
My little man writing my name freestyle.
You know…mommy. :)
When I can shower words into my notebook, I’m in the moment. There’s nothing but a menage a trois of pen, paper and me. The characters do as they will, the setting comes alive. I’m lost in an ecstasy of words, descriptions and dialogue.
Then, when the writing is done and I come down from my high, there’s this uplifting afterglow. I’m wearing a perpetual smile, there’s an extra bounce in my step and spicier pitch to my giggle.
Writing does nothing for my groin (well, maybe it depends on what kind of scene I’m writing), but it does so much for my mind. So incredibly much for my soul.
I have to wonder, is that how Hemmingway felt when he wrote? Is that how Van Gogh felt when creating his paintings? How Michelangelo felt when he created the Statue of David?
My thoughts-hopes-bad-writing holder.
Pen to paper today. This story is flowing!!
From Tough Shit: Life Advice from a Fat, Lazy Slob Who Did Good by Kevin Smith.
Look what came in the mail today! I’m soooooo excited!
He may write screenplays, but Kevin Smith is one of the best writers of our time.
Ah man! 10,000 words in two days!!
This is so awesome! I’ve never been on such a writing high.