I write to keep me sane. I write so that my words may outlive my life. I write to find redemption

Sunday, January 29, 2006

One year ago

On Feb. 17th this blog will be one year old. It has helped me to focus and , when I hit a rough spot, refocus on my writing. I am not as far as I would like to be a year later. But that hardly surprises me. I have never stuck to a diet I started or much of anything else in the self improvement category. I have a lot of work to do on myself and on my writing. But it is worth it to me. I know my dream won't change so it is now just about putting in the work.

Song of the Day
You ask me for an answer,
and I'm so tired
and I'm up in the air.
Everybody feels this way sometimes,
everybody feels this way
And I do.
You can't hear it, but I do.
You can't hear it, but I'm feeling this way
just because you say
I will be ignored.
I will be denied.
I could be erased.
I could be brushed aside
I will get scared,
and I will get shoved down,
But I feel like I do
because you push me around.
I'm starting to ignore you,
I've doubted you so long.
I'm tired of overthinking,
I know you don't belong.
Now I'm asking questions
- no one pushes me around.
Everybody feels this way sometimes,
everybody feels this way
And I do.

lisa loeb

Back to Work

I finally started writing yesterday. I don't have a story idea I am commited to right now so I was just brainstorming and working on ideas but it felt wonderful. I missed the creative high. I have so much to learn still and when I go months between writing sessions it just slows down my growth as a writer. I hope to soon settle on a story idea and begin my next novel length project.

What I am Reading- Riding the Rap by Elmore Leonard

Friday, January 27, 2006

I miss it

Another week has passed without me writing but something has changed in me this week. After NaNoWri Mo ended I went right into the Christmas rush which was made even more hectic this year because I had a pinched nerve that took a month to recover from. Then, as usual, It took till mid- January to decompress after the holidays. But this last week I started to, in earnest, long for a projet to work on. I wanted to drift off to sleep with plot ideas in my head and voices speaking to me. But I didn't want to go back to working on Tripping Over Myself( my NaNoWriMo project) and I didn't want to move on to something else and admit I was not going to finish that story. So I need to make a move either back into that story and complete it or onto something else.

Song of the Day
And I feel just like
I’m living someone else’s life
I t’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right

And I know just why
you could not
Come along with me
this was not your dream
But you always believe in me
Another winter day
has come And gone away
And even in Paris and Rome
I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home

Michael buble song

Sunday, January 22, 2006


I haven't gotten back to writing since I took a break last month. I've had some ideas floating around in my head but haven't sat down and worked on them yet. I am tempted to not finish Jasper's story because it is so much more appealing to move on to a new idea. But I am so close to my 50,000 word goal that it would be a shame not to finish.
What I am reading now- The Chili Queen by Sandra Dallas

Song of the Day
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people
they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white
is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill
is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real,
time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way
but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today"
But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid.
" I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

tupac song

Friday, January 13, 2006

Goals for this year

This year I hope to-
1. Write a novel of 100,000 words
2. Learn to write a query letter

My venture into become a published author is a slow, sometimes agonisizingly so, journey. I want to be realistic about what I can accomplisH in this years time. I will not be able to submit until I can finish writing all the way till THE END. I got close with Tripping Over Myself but it will be , when finished, only half as long as I need my manuscript to be if I decide to write chick lit. I am still struggling to get to that magical , mystical destination called the last page of a novel I wrote.

What I am Reading George Bush, Dark Prince of Love: A Presidential Romance
by Lydia Millet

Song of the Day
And you asked me what I want this year
and I try to make this kind and clear
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days'
cause I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
and designer love and empty things
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
So take these words

and sing out loud
'cause everyone is forgiven now
tonight's the night the world begins again

Goo Goo Dolls

Friday, January 06, 2006

Nothing New

I haven't done much writing since NaNoWriMo. I hope to get Tripping Over Myself finished this month. After that I have to decide if I should start something new or go back and work on a old project.

What I am reading lately- The Gaurdian by Nicholas Sparks

Song Lyrics of the Day

I know I left too much mess and destruction
to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you
can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on....