Taking it Day by Day
The start of another lovely week. The writing is slower than I'd like it to be, but I assure myself it's merely a temporary block. It's one of those things that's gonna be tough and very slow moving, but once I get the right spark-- BAM! I'll be off and running again. Like the proverbial wind.
I really don't want to call it writer's block. It's not that I can't write at all, it's just taking me longer to come up w/ something. i.e. 5 pgs in an 8 hour day rather than the typical 10) But I think the creativity works that way. Like waves. They come in huge, foaming and abundant. Enough ideas to drown you if you don't get them on paper quick enough. Then to have the ideas receed and you have to keep treading water until the next wave.
My Freemont Mountain Man story is still in the many stages of revision, but I'd venture to say it's in better shape now than the first draft. I tinkered with it over and over and over and over Thursday until I became officially frustrated with it and had to do something else.
Friday we took a bike ride and then rode the Cassville Ferry. Just to enjoy the ride. The ferry was cool.
What was once a mosquito bite on the top of my foot has become a blister of some sort. Jim gave me a heavenly foot massage Sunday night(I've never had a foot massage before) and he noticed the blister. "Want me to pop it?" "Will it stop the itching?" If so, I was all for it. But he couldn't guarantee it. I could not for the life of me remember whether or not popping blisters was a major taboo. Or if it's about the equivalent of picking scabs.(It won't hurt you, but it might leave a little scar)
Enough. That's yucky. The blister part, anyway. The foot massage was wonderful. I have such big feet, though. My sister was blessed with little feet. I wish we could switch feet.
ANYway....
Little Chiclette's giving me the sleepy eyes. I think I averaged about 3 hours of sleep the other night, so turning in early's looking kinda good.
Clive Barker and a glass of Kool Aid. Yup, yup. I'll be out like a light for sure for sure. Not that Clive is boring(Quite the contrary). It's just the act of reading itself is so relaxing and I'm a bit pooped already.
Peace!
I really don't want to call it writer's block. It's not that I can't write at all, it's just taking me longer to come up w/ something. i.e. 5 pgs in an 8 hour day rather than the typical 10) But I think the creativity works that way. Like waves. They come in huge, foaming and abundant. Enough ideas to drown you if you don't get them on paper quick enough. Then to have the ideas receed and you have to keep treading water until the next wave.
My Freemont Mountain Man story is still in the many stages of revision, but I'd venture to say it's in better shape now than the first draft. I tinkered with it over and over and over and over Thursday until I became officially frustrated with it and had to do something else.
Friday we took a bike ride and then rode the Cassville Ferry. Just to enjoy the ride. The ferry was cool.
What was once a mosquito bite on the top of my foot has become a blister of some sort. Jim gave me a heavenly foot massage Sunday night(I've never had a foot massage before) and he noticed the blister. "Want me to pop it?" "Will it stop the itching?" If so, I was all for it. But he couldn't guarantee it. I could not for the life of me remember whether or not popping blisters was a major taboo. Or if it's about the equivalent of picking scabs.(It won't hurt you, but it might leave a little scar)
Enough. That's yucky. The blister part, anyway. The foot massage was wonderful. I have such big feet, though. My sister was blessed with little feet. I wish we could switch feet.
ANYway....
Little Chiclette's giving me the sleepy eyes. I think I averaged about 3 hours of sleep the other night, so turning in early's looking kinda good.
Clive Barker and a glass of Kool Aid. Yup, yup. I'll be out like a light for sure for sure. Not that Clive is boring(Quite the contrary). It's just the act of reading itself is so relaxing and I'm a bit pooped already.
Peace!
posted by Sonny Shine at 9:33 PM
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