I'm in Huntsville visiting a friend, and it's great. There are 5 people in a 1 bedroom apartment. Our host always ends up sleeping on the floor. Poor guy! He's great though, and I'm just going to say he enjoys the company (even if he secretly can't wait until we leave).
4 days until the April writing challenge begins. Of course I've still be writing where I can, but this week especially has been ridiculous busy. It's okay though. The book I'm working on keeps growing, and keeps getting better if you can imagine. I'm truly enjoying it.
I'll be house sitting from March 30th until I think April 3, 4 or 5. I need to find out when they will get back. I'll have prime writing time while cuddling with two cute puppies!
Alright, time to go enjoy Alabama and all it has to offer. Or at least some of what is has to offer. :-)
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
May is for Moving
So I'll be moving again in May. I'll be living with a sister and a friend. I'll be a couple minutes from work instead of being fifteen minutes due to living on the other side of campus from work. This will literally be around the corner from my job. Technically I could walk down a heavily traveled road to get there. If it comes to it and my car continues to behave in this fashion, that may happen. I love my car though.
We've found a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom place that is like a little mini house because all of the units are separate. I'm excited about this. I'm hoping I get quite a lot accomplished with 250 words a day in April because May probably won't see much done with packing and and moving and unpacking, and a great move-in barbecue I hope to have. :-)
I'll leave you with this:
"More Than a Piece of Art"
The way you stand there,
seeming so strong and genuine,
fills me with a calming chill.
Eyes that match the jade
necklace given to me my last
birthday. A story that relaxes
my soul. That spirit which speeds
my heart into cardiac arrest.
Admiring you may not be the best
idea, says my mind, but deep
down I know you're more than just
too good to be true.
Looking at you amuses
me, but not in the I want to laugh
sort of way--in the you make me smile
and I can't stay standing. The saying,
'Swept off my feet,'
finally makes sense. It's this rush
of uncontrollable emotion tied
to deep respect. You've been made
by your creator into an unusual
mold, one that no one else has ever fit.
We've found a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom place that is like a little mini house because all of the units are separate. I'm excited about this. I'm hoping I get quite a lot accomplished with 250 words a day in April because May probably won't see much done with packing and and moving and unpacking, and a great move-in barbecue I hope to have. :-)
I'll leave you with this:
"More Than a Piece of Art"
The way you stand there,
seeming so strong and genuine,
fills me with a calming chill.
Eyes that match the jade
necklace given to me my last
birthday. A story that relaxes
my soul. That spirit which speeds
my heart into cardiac arrest.
Admiring you may not be the best
idea, says my mind, but deep
down I know you're more than just
too good to be true.
Looking at you amuses
me, but not in the I want to laugh
sort of way--in the you make me smile
and I can't stay standing. The saying,
'Swept off my feet,'
finally makes sense. It's this rush
of uncontrollable emotion tied
to deep respect. You've been made
by your creator into an unusual
mold, one that no one else has ever fit.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Poem - working title "Heart"
The title is not great, but the poem surprised me. I re-read this today after writing it awhile back.
Fear would be easier
or even uncertainty.
I could handle
those better. If it was rational
thought and less feeling
I could give. But
it's the touch of his hand
brushing mine.
Pushing my hands
through his hair. Comfort
of my head on his chest.
Fear at least makes sense,
but
my
heart
won't let me
hide away from him. It controls
my thoughts, my fear,
my uncertainty. I linger
on waiting for the gentle
stroke of my face with his index
finger. Him opening the truck
door and taking me with him.
No, my fear doesn't
exist, not this time.
Fear would be easier
or even uncertainty.
I could handle
those better. If it was rational
thought and less feeling
I could give. But
it's the touch of his hand
brushing mine.
Pushing my hands
through his hair. Comfort
of my head on his chest.
Fear at least makes sense,
but
my
heart
won't let me
hide away from him. It controls
my thoughts, my fear,
my uncertainty. I linger
on waiting for the gentle
stroke of my face with his index
finger. Him opening the truck
door and taking me with him.
No, my fear doesn't
exist, not this time.
New CHALLENGE!
Okay, so here is my new challenge for myself. Starting on April 1 (yes, I'm a procrastinator) I'm going to write at least 250 words a day until April 30. So in 30 days I should have 7,500 words minimum. I think that's pretty good.
I feel like 250 is doable with everything else I'm doing and with all the socializing I love to do. I'm pretty much putting it off until April because next weekend I have an amazing trip to Alabama to see a friend who lives way too far away. It does make for fun times when five or six people get to crash in a one bedroom apartment though. :-) So I figured I'd fail within a week if I started this weekend. I want to at least give myself a chance to do this.
Speaking of failure, it is defined as an act or instance of failing or proving unsuccessful; lack of success. That's a bit depressing. My mother's definition of failure is growing and learning something new. If you don't fail, how can you ever hope to succeed? If you don't fail, you aren't really trying. I never like proving unsuccessful, but I'll keep trying and failing until that one opportunity comes along that makes all the failures worth while. Then I can start a whole new set of failures onto the next venture.
Well, there's my little push for myself today. I have to fix my car, clean my apartment, go run at the gym and get some writing done today. Plenty of possible failures to have. :)
I feel like 250 is doable with everything else I'm doing and with all the socializing I love to do. I'm pretty much putting it off until April because next weekend I have an amazing trip to Alabama to see a friend who lives way too far away. It does make for fun times when five or six people get to crash in a one bedroom apartment though. :-) So I figured I'd fail within a week if I started this weekend. I want to at least give myself a chance to do this.
Speaking of failure, it is defined as an act or instance of failing or proving unsuccessful; lack of success. That's a bit depressing. My mother's definition of failure is growing and learning something new. If you don't fail, how can you ever hope to succeed? If you don't fail, you aren't really trying. I never like proving unsuccessful, but I'll keep trying and failing until that one opportunity comes along that makes all the failures worth while. Then I can start a whole new set of failures onto the next venture.
Well, there's my little push for myself today. I have to fix my car, clean my apartment, go run at the gym and get some writing done today. Plenty of possible failures to have. :)
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Writing + Me =
AWESOME!
Okay, so that makes me sound completely full of myself. That's alright. If I'm not going to be excited about me, who is? Friends and family sure, but even they may go back and forth. I love them anyway.
Truly, on this publishing road, I'm going to have to battle to get something published. The short story I submitted either didn't get submitted correctly, or it didn't get picked. They said if it was picked then I would hear something in February. It's March...I didn't hear from them.
Lately I've been working out quite a bit, which steals time away from writing, but makes me healthier. I've decided the working out is going to be okay hehe. My writing will just have to take the backseat during the hour or two it takes to make my body completely sore, like it is now.
I'm gearing up to set another goal for myself. A writing goal that is. I'm going to have to brainstorm what it should be. I know I want it to have to do with my current book, so maybe it should be a word limit a day I have to reach for a month. Maybe 500 words every day for a month? That could get quite a bit written. What do you think? (You know, anyone actually reading this.)
I'll post this weekend what I'm going to do. I'll probably start tomorrow on whatever it is since tomorrow is Friday. Friday is a glorious day :-)
Until tomorrow...
Okay, so that makes me sound completely full of myself. That's alright. If I'm not going to be excited about me, who is? Friends and family sure, but even they may go back and forth. I love them anyway.
Truly, on this publishing road, I'm going to have to battle to get something published. The short story I submitted either didn't get submitted correctly, or it didn't get picked. They said if it was picked then I would hear something in February. It's March...I didn't hear from them.
Lately I've been working out quite a bit, which steals time away from writing, but makes me healthier. I've decided the working out is going to be okay hehe. My writing will just have to take the backseat during the hour or two it takes to make my body completely sore, like it is now.
I'm gearing up to set another goal for myself. A writing goal that is. I'm going to have to brainstorm what it should be. I know I want it to have to do with my current book, so maybe it should be a word limit a day I have to reach for a month. Maybe 500 words every day for a month? That could get quite a bit written. What do you think? (You know, anyone actually reading this.)
I'll post this weekend what I'm going to do. I'll probably start tomorrow on whatever it is since tomorrow is Friday. Friday is a glorious day :-)
Until tomorrow...
Piece of the current book
Sarah woke up in the morning to the music from the menu of the DVD she and Thomas had partly watched the night before. His arm was around her waist with his hand hitting the bed. Sarah looked around found the alarm clock. The red lights told her it was just before nine o'clock in the morning.
“Thomas,” she said, using her elbow to jab him in the stomach. “We fell asleep.”
“What?” he mumbled. He pulled her closer to him.
“Get off of me,” she said. She pulled herself away and sat up on the bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked up at her. “It's nine o'clock.”
“Good morning, then.” He smiled up at her. “So, you spent the night. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”
She went to hit his shoulder and he moved to where she ended up hitting his chest. “You're ridiculous. I need to go to my room. I'm not supposed to be over here right now.”
“Lay back down. No one will know you're here. We'll be in more trouble if you try to leave now.”
“Where's Patrick,” Sarah said, looking at his empty bed.
“He probably stayed at the frat house. He's excited to live there next year.” Thomas stretched out on the bed. “Lay back down. I'm going back to sleep.”
“I don't want anyone to know I was over here. I need to leave before Patrick gets here.” Sarah picked up her shoes to put them on.
“He won't be here until after lunch.”
“I'm not going back to sleep,” Sarah said. “I need to get back to my room.”
“Okay, if you really need to. I'll walk you out, then I'm going back to sleep.” He pushed his legs off the side of the bed and searched for his shoes.
“It's going to be so miserable in there without her,” Sarah said.
“Would you like me to sit up there with you?”
“No, I'll be okay. I think the overnight stay was more than enough. I want to get out of here before anyone realizes.”
“Thomas,” she said, using her elbow to jab him in the stomach. “We fell asleep.”
“What?” he mumbled. He pulled her closer to him.
“Get off of me,” she said. She pulled herself away and sat up on the bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked up at her. “It's nine o'clock.”
“Good morning, then.” He smiled up at her. “So, you spent the night. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”
She went to hit his shoulder and he moved to where she ended up hitting his chest. “You're ridiculous. I need to go to my room. I'm not supposed to be over here right now.”
“Lay back down. No one will know you're here. We'll be in more trouble if you try to leave now.”
“Where's Patrick,” Sarah said, looking at his empty bed.
“He probably stayed at the frat house. He's excited to live there next year.” Thomas stretched out on the bed. “Lay back down. I'm going back to sleep.”
“I don't want anyone to know I was over here. I need to leave before Patrick gets here.” Sarah picked up her shoes to put them on.
“He won't be here until after lunch.”
“I'm not going back to sleep,” Sarah said. “I need to get back to my room.”
“Okay, if you really need to. I'll walk you out, then I'm going back to sleep.” He pushed his legs off the side of the bed and searched for his shoes.
“It's going to be so miserable in there without her,” Sarah said.
“Would you like me to sit up there with you?”
“No, I'll be okay. I think the overnight stay was more than enough. I want to get out of here before anyone realizes.”
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