Thursday, March 15, 2007
My novel is really taking shape and I am so surprised at times by what happens to and with my character, Jaime. I almost feel like a visitor spying in on this process. Especially when I remember to keep my pen moving and worry about editing it later. I constantly remind myself, I'm just laying down the skeleton now and will hang the skins off of it soon enough.
I have also been teaching a craft class at the elementary school once a week. The girls in my class are keeping my characters real. These young ladies are giving me as much as I am giving them. Today I taught them the importance of experimenting and showed them how to do shrink plastic with a heat gun. It was fun to watch their amazed faces.
Also I'm attending my writing class once a week and making new friends with an awesome group of fellow female writers.
Plus I am writing a daily post on my other blog.
Lots of excitement in the air for me. My goal to finish my novel before the end of the school year. It will be a great challenge, but I see the vision of it complete. So I have faith I can do it.
I am so thankful to be alive and productive in the world right now. Particularly because of some of my own personal struggles and challenges, I believe putting myself to the page everyday may be what is actually holding me together.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Today it is raining, soft and gentle and I liken this rain to my journey on the Finding Water path. The weather perfectly matches what is going inside of me; a gentle nutritional rain.
I did my M.P.s everyday. Sometimes they happened in the evening, but at least they happened. What works best for me is to write after the house is quiet and everyone has left for the day. All though it's not first thing in the AM, it is mentally the best time for me to write. And my writing at this hour has the most clarity because I'm relaxed.
I had several A.D.s this week. First, I went to the public library, walked around, pulled some interesting books off the shelves and spent an hour playing with words and researching first names and their meanings. After that I walked to a Taste of Thai restaurant and ordered a spicy chicken and vegetable dish. It was delicious and the spicy food woke-up my palette. On my second A.D., I went to Renfrow's Hardware and wandered around looking at the roosters out back, then I bought some mesclun lettuce plants and came home and planted them. My third A.D., I took my dogs and went for a godly walk. We found water (see picture above) and the spring peepers (frogs) mating calls were so loud they were almost deafening.
I didn't do well on daily walks. In fact, besides the above mentioned walk, I did very little walking. Except for Monday when I took the dogs for a half hour walk in the neighborhood.
I worked on the divining rods. With resistance. I kept thinking, I'm not doing these, they are stupid and a waste of my time. Then reluctantly I took out my writer's notebook and did a few. Later when I came back to reread them I discovered that EVERY time I wrote "Diving Rod" instead of "Divining Rod". I hate diving, it scares me. So of course I found that interesting.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
This week I did my morning pages every day, although some days they were more like afternoon or evening pages. I was happy that I accomplished this goal!
I had my first Artist's Date, in which I took myself to water and immersed myself. O.K., it was kind of a weeny Artist's Date because all I did was pour myself a coke, turn on some music and head out to our porch to hang out in the hot tub for an hour. Still it was nice and I can't remember the last time that I did something this frivolous midday.
I did walk today. Finally! I know Cameron is all about the walking but lately I've felt so lazy. So this may be the place I struggle the most, but I'm hopeful my dogs will encourage me to keep up with the walking. They need it as much as I do. The picture below illustrates what happens to their toys when they don't get walked.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Thinking of him after all these years still makes my heart skip-beat.
We were star gazers until things took a turn.
I watched him vanish on a bus,
looking at me out of his window,
until I was just a speck.
My heart thumping wildly.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Think about something that happened yesterday. Write a story telling about this event.
By: Lisa @ Inotterspace
Yesterday, I was sitting in my art studio writing. Earlier in the morning I had refilled the empty bird feeders. As I was pausing to think about what I just written, I looked out the window to enjoy the birds munching on the seeds. I watched for a few moments, thinking about my writing when suddenly all the birds flew away in a great big hurry.
A micro-second later a white flash blurred past my window followed by another white flash. These two flashes slowed to a screeching halt to reveal themselves. They where none other than Jenny and Dash, my two Jack Russell Terriers and Dash was in hot pursuit of Jenny.Dash quickly reached Jenny’s side and as he did she turned her body around so that her back was to him. He tried to move towards her face, but she just growled and turned her body so her tail area was facing his muzzle. Then without warning, Jenny took off like a rocket.Dash started barking and followed after. Around and around the house they raced, sprinting like two crazed terriers. Eventually they both tried out and came to rest in the front yard.
They continued their dance they had done earlier with Jenny turning and growling whenever Dash tried to get close. Her growling was so loud, it sounded like a grizzly bear had taken residence up in my front yard.As she turned I saw something in her mouth. What was it? Dash backed away from her, exhausted from the chase and found a sunny patch of grass and settled down to catch his breath. Then I saw Jenny toss something up in the air. Again, I thought what was that? I saw a glimpse of something brown and red as she placed it down in the grass. Then she bent down and started chewing it. I put on my glasses to get a better look just as she started rolling over whatever it was that she had been chewing on. Gross! It was a field mouse and the red I saw was the mouse’s insides coming out.
She laid in the grass right next to her catch and closed her eyes. Dash saddled up and soon Jenny’s eyes were wide open and she was growling again. Standing up, she put the mouse in her mouth and made a playful charge at Dash and then turned and took off in the opposite direction pausing to look over her shoulder to see if Dash was in pursuit. When she saw that he was, she stopped and casually tossed the mouse in the air and caught it gracefully in her mouth
This game went on for a long time. As I watched them play I thought about Listerine and wondered if it were safe for dogs. And if it were, how would I manage to pour some down Jenny’s gullet. I never rinsed a dog’s mouth out with Listerine before, but it seemed like a good day to start.
Monday, February 05, 2007
These two adorable otters were born at the Monterey Bay Aquarium in November 3, 2006.
The pups, (yes, that's what baby otters are called) named Kazana (Swahili for “to busy oneself”) and Ajabu (“surprise”) are not Neema (mom) and Denny’s (dad) first litter. But it's the first time Neema has delivered two pups in the same litter and they are also her first daughters. Go Neema! The parents have raised three other pups together since 2002—all single male pups, including Kipenzi, an adult male whom visitors will also meet when Wild About Otters opens on March 31, 2007 at the Monterey Bay Aquarium.
For more cute otters click on this web site: Cute Otters.
Monday, January 29, 2007
I like this, I like this a lot. I think all writers that embrace this mantra before putting pen to paper will find much wisdom and inspiration. Now go lose your mind and happy writing.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
William Stafford's list poem, What's In My Journal?
Where Is My Journal?
My journal is sitting in my van shivering cold. Neglected because its owner is trying too hard to be in too many places at one time. Places that are miles apart, clogged in congestion, stuck in a traffic jam, stopped at a red light, waiting. Waiting to be noticed, waiting to be written in, desperate for attention. All alone and shivering in the cold with not so much as a blanket or jacket to protect it from the brittle cold or the stench of the horse dung that has manifested itself into the overall aroma of the rotting aging jail, it has found itself trapped in.
My journal was waiting for this day for months. Waiting to finally come out and play, yet instead sits like a neglected lover, forced to breath in the stench of horse dung, feeling cold and lonely. Waiting to be filled.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
I just love today's writing tip (see the orange box to the lower right):
Celebrate every writing success and never lose your sense of wonder about each opportunity.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
The Littlest Elves
There was one present left under the tree. The fact that it was too large to actually fit under the tree did not escape anyone in the house including Dash and Jenny, our two Jack Russell Terriers. In fact, ever since its arrival several days before Christmas they had been leaping up on it, sitting down on it and behaving like two merry pranksters around, on top and near it. I even joked that there must be a doghouse inside they way they were claiming it.
The white paper and colorful ribbon did not need a tag to give away the to and from. I recognized the wrappings from previous years, it was a present for me from my husband and although I did not know the exact contents, I guessed it was art from one of my favorite artist, Sticks.
My husband called all of us into the great room for the magic moment. As usual, Jenny and Dash raced in too, once again claiming the gift as their own by jumping up on top, turning around, sitting down and smiling their big bright smiles that seemed to say, “Aren’t we the cutest?”
"O.K. you two clowns,” my husband commanded, “off of mom’s present.” However, they refused to get off and instead just sat there looking at him. My son pushed them off the present, yet instantly they leaped back on. “Off you two,” My husband said again. Yet again, my son had to push them off. No sooner where they off when they hopped back on again. This on and off routine continued for a while as I sat in front of the present amused by their antics. It became apparent to me that the dogs were not going to stop with their game. Maybe what they really were trying to tell us is they wanted to help me open the gift. I gave them the command to dig. Immediately Dash hopped up on top and began ripping the paper with his paws and pulling the ripped paper with his teeth. As we clapped and cheered he felt encouraged to work harder. I helped him by carefully removing the colorful ribbon. Laughter and amazement filled the room as Dasher, now wearing an elf’s collar, tore, tugged and yanked the paper with his paws and teeth. Once all the paper was removed from the top, he started in on the cardboard box.
Eventually he worked a nice size hole in the box. I thanked him very much for his help. Then reaching inside, I pulled out a beautiful Sticks wine rack. It was colorfully painted and wood burned. As I placed it on the kitchen counter and arranged the bottles in the notches, I smiled. Dasher had brought the magic of Christmas alive. His excitement and joy needed no words. After all the simple pleasure of unwrapping a gift is a universal language.
Monday, January 08, 2007
According to the Urban Dictionary, Flamed is defined as follows:
- being attacked online/on a forum.
- to be flamed.
- usually overly harsh, and often using references to personal information.
- flames are an unfortunate, but inevitable, element of unmoderated (or user moderated) forums.
- Often done "anon".
- also known as falmes.
I never really expected Petsmart to pay my vet bill, I really only wanted them to remove the product from their shelves. The fact that Petsmart had given my dog a sample of this treat in a puppy training class aided me in my bad assumption that it was O.K for dogs....I trusted the instructors and did not read the label. Shame on me. NEVER AGAIN!...
This piece was written as part of an online writing project about Chocolate. I learned the hard way and wrote it in hopes of letting others know about the dangers of chocolate for dogs.
Being flamed has really hit a nerve for me. Until now all of my readers have been kind and friendly, but this last batch of readers have been writing some very awful things about me and the city I live in. I even closed my blog for a few hours, but later decided to open it back up. I will not allow a few mean-spirited know-it-alls ruin my online experience.