End of 2008

So i recently read Stephen King's "On Writing" and found it tremendously inspiring. He writes no matter what. He writes daily. He reads. He walks. He writes.

i want to be him.

i want his mind.

It's not so much the horror as the drive he is filled with. i want a piece of that. i have had it before. i find that the act of daily writing strengthens the drive and leads to more writing.

So.

i would like to "resolute" that I "re" form (ulate) this daily habit
and write so that i may write even more! And perhaps i will have more done by the end of 2009 than i have done at the end of 2008!

Happy New Year! (almost)

A beautiful snow storm.
i went to work early today, hoping to beat the storm.
i parked underground and was thrilled with the heated stairwell up to ground level.
The walk to work was cold and windy, but only 2 minutes or less, and it snowed the whole time that i was inside working,
So when i left, i enjoyed the sparkle, the beautiful white
because i knew that i wouldn't have a speck of it to wipe off my car
and that was certainly reason to dance!
Happy Winter, everyone!

so, (Alastair especially) i've been working...almost completed my next chapter. it's harder work than i would like, but not for the reasons that normally are given. instead i have a problem with lack of silence and solitude. Do they exist? or are the a figment of my imagination, a hope, a wish, a reason to not get done what needs to get done? i need to take responsibility. i need to make this happen. there is nothing to blame but my own will.

i woke up...

and it's not gone. So i'm going to stay off my feet today....no excuse not to write now, is there?
i've had some good ideas lately. i find that even when i'm not actually writing, the story stays in my mind and my brain works on it. (an easy way to say i'm working)!

I must find a way...

Good Evening!

Alastair has given me a deadline. i need to have Chapter 2 done by next Wednesday. i've spent much of this weekend doing everything BUT creating, whether it be in the form of art or writing. i've done laundry, made a dinner (which i usually don't do on the weekends), carted kids around to sports and jobs, went to an art exhibit/craft fair...and focused on trying not to move too much as i've trapped a nerve in my sacro-iliac! (kind of like sciatica, but deeper in the joint) It's the kind of thing that comes on instantaneously, and disappears as quickly. i hope i wake up and it's gone.