Letting Life Lead
Good morning from the land of snow and ice! I know I haven’t been reading and liking as much as I was a couple of weeks ago, and I promise it isn’t because I’m flaking!
The last couple of days it’s been warm (30F) relatively speaking and the mounds of snow and ice have been melting. We’ve spent the weekend chopping away at the three inches of ice on the driveway and my husband used the snow thrower to dig a trench around the house. You might think that a snow thrower makes it easier and you’d be both right and wrong. Faster than shoveling it all manually, buy physically just as hard because the machine is so heavy and the snow in places in packed tight and knee deep! It is still a work out. In fact it is so difficult that I can’t do it because I’m not strong enough to lift the machine when it gets stuck.
I’ve also been fighting some self-doubt and the negative voices in my head. I am determined to finish my short-story turned novella. Even if it turns out to be a pile of steaming elephant dung, I will finish the damn thing! It does help that my twelve year old jeep has almost 170,000 miles on it and is dying. The squeaking noises suddenly coming from it sound very expensive. I do need to make some money, but I also want to do something I’ve always wanted to do. I think I am really good and description, character development, and dialogue. The plot tends to give me quite a lot of trouble since I don’t write with a plan. The story comes in pieces in my head, so even if I am not actively writing I am always thinking and writing in my head. Maybe that is weird. I’m not a stranger to weird.
I almost missed a birthday party because I had the wrong time in my head, I and was behind a three car fender bender, and then someone cut me off!
Plus, the kids need feeding.
The laundry needs washing.
And there are the toilets, and my part-time job, and dishes…
I am doing my best keeping up with all the comments and likes and I do try to visit your blogs as much as I can to tweet and share as time allows. Bear with me!
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