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Wistful Wednesdays

Now, my start as a writer began by accident, actually.  I was ten-years-old and I constantly pestered my older (and endowed with a driver’s license) brother, to take me to the library so I could pick up books to read, as I had a voracious appetite for new adventures.  I bugged the poor guy to death.  Finally!  He said, “If this is going on MY library card, you will read the books I pick.”  I was concerned at first when I got this ultimatum, but he told me not to be worried.  “I’ve got a good series all picked out,” he informed me as we searched the shelves in the library.

After following him around for a while, he finally came to a shelf that was covered in yellow bound books and he exclaimed, “Ah ha!”  We marched over and he pulled out a book and held it up to me.  It was a Nancy Drew mystery book.  I had never heard of them before and was genuinely curious when he handed it to me.  “You will be reading these from now on.  When you finish this and two more, I will pick out another three for you to read.”  I accepted the challenge and he gave me two more books from the Nancy Drew collection.  So, that was my goal: read the three books my brother gave me and inform him when I was done so he could pick the next three for me.

This lasted for several months, and then I was old enough to get my own library card.  Once I had that baby, I picked my own Nancy Drew books and took off!  And it was from the writing of Carolyn Keene, that my very first character was born.

Aubrey Cass is a professional smart-ass, with no tolerance for stupidity, and a sharp mind for solving mysteries.  Even though my set of short mystery stories on her were published after my novels, these stories were the first ones I wrote.  A long time ago… on Planet Mars.  I was just thinking how I went over these from when I originally wrote them when I was twelve, and me (now) was like, “Were you high on cocaine?!  What the ‘bleep’ is this?!”  Don’t worry!  They’re all fixed now, and I’m so proud of my very first character.

And on that note, it’s been real!

PTSD – Post Traumatic Sunday Disorder

I think everyone can say that Saturday and Sunday are the fastest days of the week.  Hands down.  Why?  Because are normally the days when most people actually have the choice to do absolutely nothing at all!  I write mostly.  On Saturday, I did cave and go get a pedicure, which was SO relaxing, and a frappe from Panera.  It was wonderful!  I went to work that night, but it wasn’t busy at all, so I got to go home after an hour of being there.  I came home and spent the evening with my younger sister doing absolutely nothing.  It was nice.

Sunday (for me) always has an air of depression about it.  Because I know I have to go back to work the next morning, so I have squeeze everything I want to do (or not, as the case may be) into this one day.  However, Sunday morning soon gives way to Sunday afternoon.  And on Sunday afternoons, I get dragged away from my writing to assist with dinner.  Now, I like to eat and I like food.  Probably wouldn’t be able to tell if you saw me though, because to most people, I look like a recovering anorexic.  But, I’ve made salads for my family so many times that I honestly can’t stand the thought of making another salad.  I’ve sliced through my nails and had to endure the smell of onions, all to give my dad his salad.  I’ve started digging my heels in when it comes to salads to the point where my mom has actually stopped asking me if I can make them.  Yay!  My evil plan worked!

So… after I’ve basically done everything but the meat, it’s time to eat.  Once eating is done, guess who’s got the kitchen?  Trick question.  After the kitchen is done, it’s time for bed and the evening is done and gone.  That is why I have diagnosed myself with PTSD: Post Traumatic Sunday Disorder.  I also have Post Traumatic Salad Disorder, and another kind, but that will be a story for another day.  So, last night was pretty much the same thing that I explained above.  Except… I DIDN’T HAVE TO MAKE THE SALAD!!!  😀

And on that note, it’s been real!

Shocking Sunday/Manic Monday

What’s up?!  Monday came and went!  I know I was supposed to have something at noon today, but yesterday was a bad day, and definitely NOT how I wanted my Sunday to go.  First, I got a whole bunch of texts from my mom about what to pull out of our freezer for dinner.  “This meat, that meat, and the other meat.”  Our freezer is literally stocked with so much meat, one would think that we were feeding the Wildling army.  Anywhoo!

After the texts from my mom, I drank two cups of coffee too late in the morning (I slept in), and was vibrating all afternoon.  That, coupled with my brother was making me wait when he said he needed me and I had an errand to run, made my heart rate/blood pressure go through the roof.  Once I was finally done assisting him with manually backing our dad’s stick Mazda3 under the deck, I had to drive to the liquor store.  Hey!  I earned it!

Almost home, my ‘check tire pressure’ light went on and the terrifying beeping began.  My heart started racing and I had to take the care to pump up the tires.  Tires are pumped, but the light is still on.  AHHHH!!!

After that, I got home and had to start making dinner, but certain ingredients were going bad, and it made me worry about how dinner would be received by those eating it.  Trust me when I say that pouring myself a glass of wine was one of the best decisions I made yesterday.

Today, I was just depressed thinking about work, and how my personal leave had been cancelled because the other girl is out of the office.  It was just one of those days.  The only redeeming quality about it, was the fact that time actually did seem to fly.  Now, I am home, drinking some sangria, about to continue Kong: Skull Island with my baby sister.  Yeah…

I guess things could be worse right now.

And on that note, it’s been real!

In Media – In The Middle Of

Okay, it’s Wednesday!  Nothing to see here.  I get so tired of people saying, “Oh!  It’s Hump Day!”  As far as I’m concerned, every day could be Hump Day.  Depends on when your weekend starts.  😉  Thankfully, the one thing I like about Wednesday is that I feel like I get home from work and write until I suddenly realize it’s bed time.  Some times, I even miss my dinner.

The project I’m currently working on is very demanding in that I have to do research on the historical era, re-familiarize myself with the fashion, and other literary shenigans.  Taking up more time than my previous novels (in the research department, that is), but I’m enjoying every second of it.  My head space is so crowded with ideas, and concepts, and theories, that some days I think it might explode.  From pure genius!  Okay, that’s taking it a step too far.

All in all, I’m always very excited about my novel.  I’m not at the pivotal section of the book that has the historical event that it surrounds, but it is always so fascinating to craft the characters and build everything up to that crucial conjuncture.  I know it will be like a beautiful collection of notes, leading up to a crescendo of equally marvelous paragraphs, and sentences, and ultimately (I hope), book.

Oh, FYI, that picture does not represent me at all.  In fact, it more accurately depicts what my family has to do to get me away from my computer.

And on that note, it’s been real!