On living a small life

When I was a kid, my parents told me I could be and do anything I wanted (as long as it required a college degree and wasn't embarrassing). As a graduating nursing student, my prof leaned into my ear and said, "I know you're going to set the world on fire!" I don't think she…

Last night I dreamed of blood…

It was one of those hyper-acute dreams, the ones that stay with you when you wake, the ones that play over in your head as you try to retrieve their inner details. I love these dreams. I like trying to figure out what my brain was up to to create them, what they might mean,…

Some people say these are the worst of times…

Ah, Styx.....How I loved them, still do. Was mellowing out to music today while stabbing a felted mushroom (yes, my life is odd) and this came up on iTunes Shuffle. I loved Styx in the day, though sometimes their heavy musicality, like that of the Alan Parson's Project, overwhelmed my ears like too much Beethoven's…

Writing resistance, or maybe I need to do something else

I spend a lot of time NOT writing. A LOT. It frustrates even me. I vowed to focus on writing from September to December and see what I could get done in that time period but I'm flagging already and it's at least another 2 weeks to December. My plan was to end up with…

“We don’t need more writers! We need more readers!”

Somewhere back in Nanowrimo land, I read a commentary about the piles of dreck being produced through the month. The quote above comes from that commentary, but I can't find the reference this morning, peering as I am through the slits of eyes produced by profound weeping as I realize another dream is lost, down…

Monkeyminding

My brain is busy. I went to a workshop at the excellent Writer's federation this week and learned I should rewrite my novel from the beginning to make it sing. I'm blanking out a bit with horror at the thought as I've over 80,000 words invested already and I feel sad about sending them to…

Monkeyminding

My brain is busy. I went to a workshop at the excellent Writer's federation this week and learned I should rewrite my novel from the beginning to make it sing. I'm blanking out a bit with horror at the thought as I've over 80,000 words invested already and I feel sad about sending them to…

Hmm. Sunday afternoons might not be a good thing, after all.

http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2011/02/20/our-dream/ Sometimes a posting comes along at the right time. I'm feeling a bit frustrated, writing-wise, and having trouble deciding if going to the Erma Bombeck conference would be a good thing or just an extra expense  (would probably block out my chance of seeing Newfoundland this summer). My dreams of being published are slipping…