The first leg of my predicted 5-month marathon is wrapping up. My husband and I spent a hectic but fun-filled week back in the Midwest visiting our families. We had a big reunion on my dad’s side of the family, with 17 of the 20 “kids” of my generation present and our assorted spouses/significant others, children, and even a few grandchildren. How any of my cousins are old enough to be “grandma” or “grandpa” is beyond me. Continue reading
June is here. As a child, it was the beginning of carefree summer—no school or homework until late August. An endless road of unmapped days.
And I was usually bored before the Fourth of July. I would have been happy with a longer school year. I enjoyed learning. In addition to sports, my summers included tons of reading, and not just fiction. I read just as much non-fiction on subjects that interested me.
In graduate school, summer usually meant fieldwork for those of us in archaeology, whether we worked here in the US or went abroad. We were still young, and the heat and hard work didn’t bother us much. Ending the days with cold beverages of a fermented variety went a long way to refreshing us for the next day’s work—which was often preceded by a night of socializing. We learned a lot those summers—and not only about archaeology.
Now, summer isn’t all that different from any other season. School was long ago replaced by a career, and that career doesn’t take a break simply because the calendar turns to June. You might be thinking I now miss those “carefree” summers of my youth. And you would be partially correct. I wouldn’t want that three-month hiatus. But I wouldn’t mind having some of that free time back, scattered throughout the year. Those few weeks of vacation most of us get for the year aren’t quite enough to ever fully recharge, are they? Continue reading
Just a few musings today as my too busy spring continues. Continue reading
Blogs can take over, can’t they? They’re social, fun, and ultimately addictive, leading many of us away from the activities that led to them in the first place. In my ongoing quest to get back to writing fiction, I’ve done more than cut back on my posts. I’ve taken steps to rein in my blog’s apparent desire to have things its way (that is, controlling all of my time). Some of those steps are small, like the one I’ll discuss in this post. Small, yes, but they can have unexpected benefits. Continue reading
I’m spending time getting reacquainted with my Muse and dealing with busy “real life.”
My blog visits will be limited to one day per week. And if you post more than once a week, I’m sorry, but I have to cut back to a single post to read. All aspects of my “blogging life” need to be pruned into manageable portions. That’s the only way my fiction can move forward.
And it has inched forward. I added about one thousand words this last week, which is a flood these days. I’m working on keeping that momentum going!
Yesterday marked the fifth anniversary of the day I first sat down at the computer and began writing my first novel. I don’t know how many writers keep track of such an anniversary, but it’s in my nature to do something like that.
And I tend to be reflective when anniversaries arise. So now that I’ve spent five years on this journey, what have I experienced? And where am I heading? Continue reading
As many of you know, I’m rebuilding the first novel I wrote. In fact, we’re coming up on the 5-year anniversary of the day I sat down at the computer and typed out the first words of the first version (14 April 2009). So much has changed since those heady first days when the story was new and my confidence ran high. You might think I would have everything thought out by now for the rebuild. I would be lying if I said I did.