Some Days...

Some days it's just hard to write.  I cleaned my house (it was time).  I worked on The Concrete Gnome and got it ready for publishing to Kindle - didn't involve any writing though.  Tomorrow!  Back to Visions of Mortality!

Happy Wednesday!

I read an article about writing that suggested making an outline to aid in getting your story going.  A good idea if you're organized enough.  Personally...my thoughts aren't that linear.   I tend to bounce around a bit while writing and then sort it all out as I go.

Cracking my knuckles in preparation to begin writing.  I've had a few good (I think) ideas for Shelby and Paul. Wish me luck!!  
     

Help!

I can't seem to stop the flow of ideas.  I keep writing stuff on pieces of paper and sticky notes.  They're everywhere!  I'm sure most of them will come to naught in the name of good writing, but I'm still writin' 'em down.  Hubby gave me a little recording device that should come in handy, especially when I'm driving...  ;~)      

Writing

Most authors recommend writing every day.  I have to confess that I'm finding this difficult to do, especially on the days I work at my other job.  However, even when I'm not actually sitting at my computer writing, I'm thinking about it - going over story lines in my head, or jotting down notes (I'm going to get a little recorder for thoughts I have while driving...much safer).  ;~)  Marketing takes up a lot of my time too, and I resent it a little, but I know it's a necessary "evil" if I want, eventually, to be able to write full-time.  Writing is becoming an obsession for me.  When I'm not writing, I'm thinking about it and want to be writing.          

Spring??

Had a great walk this morning with the pooches.  Cool, but sunny and beautiful.  Is spring here...dare I ask? 
Got some really great suggestions and comments from my sisters on The Concrete Gnome.  Now I just have to make a few changes, send it out to my group of readers for fine-tuning, then it'll be ready for final edit.  YAY! 

So long Davey Jones.

Sad news yesterday that Davey Jones died.  Seems like only yesterday I had a poster of the Monkees on my bedroom wall.  Seems like only yesterday we were young and carefree and watching reruns of their silly show on Saturday mornings.  Time flies.