Friday, July 12, 2013

Howdy From OK

What a month I've had. I never expect to be spending the majority of the summer in Oklahoma at my Mom's house, but one thing led to another thing, and before I knew it, the kids and I were stranded.


It's not been bad, in fact we have enjoyed our time with family quite thoroughly, but all that writing time I envisioned for the summer didn't stand a chance. I tried, but even with my best efforts I only managed about 36 pages deep edited... and that was only because I tossed my kids in the swimming pool and sat outside in the hot humid heat and worked. Let me tell you, going from Texas weather to Oklahoma weather is like going from a desert to a rain forest. The first few days I could hardly breathe, the air was so thick.

I have read by the pool with my Mom, and went horse back riding with my Dad and Papa. The kids have bounced around staying the night with family members they rarely see, and played with their cousins. It's been a treat getting to see everyone!

As much fun as we have had, I'm looking forward to going home this weekend. I miss my routines, I miss my own space, I miss my bed, I miss my dog, and really miss my Hubz (even if he is a pain in the rear sometimes). I'm ready to slink back to my cave, and hopefully be more productive than I was this month.

How's your summer going?

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

IWSG: Hanging in there


It's that time of month again! Time for IWSG: Insecure Writers Support Group, brain child of Alex J. Cavanaugh.

This week has been a rough one. It’s one of those weeks where life just keeps shoveling the crap on top as I try desperately to dig my way out only to have more crap flung in my face.  It’s one of those weeks where you look back and ponder what you could have, should have, and would have done better. I’m clinging to the things that make me happy, but today I feel like a cat hanging on to a ceiling fan blade, trying not to get flung off.



It’s times like these that I cling to my writing, and after the ‘oh woe is me’ discussion I had with my mom last night I feel it’s the right thing for me to be doing right now.

Yes, I’m depressed, I doubt my abilities, and I often think of myself as a hack trying to make it among the truly talented, but if I allow myself to give up, to not even try, then that is exactly what I am.

I confessed to my mother that I felt I was talent-less, that I would never amount to anything. She reassured me that my talent was in writing, so long as I quit doubting myself. She told me to keep at it, even though it was hard, that my writing resonated with my emotions and touched the people who read it. I don’t know if that is true, but if I don’t keep trying, I will never know.

So my ceiling fan blade this week will be my writing, and I am hanging on for dear life.