It's as if my brain is revolting. It seems as if my writing has become uninspired (see dictionary entry for writer), and my imagination has decided to take an extended vacation (hopefully to Barbados, because that is where my body wants to be).
The completely normal and rational extension of my brain reasons that this has to do with one or two things. Or maybe a combination of both. 1. My newly altered sleep schedule, due to school schedule or 2. The three (count them three) sick individuals currently residing in my abode, who have become completely dependent on yours truly. The crazy erratic part of my brain has commenced to screaming that I've lost my touch and that I will never EVER finish The Beast. (As I have resulted to calling it in an affectionate/scathing way.)
So I'm here to beg, PLEASE INSPIRATION...COME BACK!!!
Where I Get Wordy, you should be. She is completely awesome and amazing, and has a intuitive knack for unearthing the hidden problems of my WIP that have been needling me unrelentingly in the back of my mind.
She also recently awarded me this wonderful and flattering blogger award, that of course in my current state of mind I absolutely felt I didn't deserve. But that is just her! So thank you Carrie, for attempting to keep me a little bit sane!
My Next Life.
Um, words cannot even begin to describe the sheer AWESOMENESS of this book. It is magical and touching, whimsical and haunting. The language flows in smooth languid prose, and it never releases you from its beautiful grip. I literally devoured this book, and I now fully understand Kiersten White's caution about reading this while attempting to write. You will feel like a hack, but you just won't care. I'm still disturbed by the one bad review she received, which was in fact more a personal attack than a constructive review. Down with haters!
So the thing I procrastinated on instead of writing...
My best friend upon reading my WIP, "Um, you do realize that Fiona is Manda to a tee right?"
Hangs head in shame, "Yes."
"Ok, just checking."
Thank God that Manda is such a good sport, because I have totally blurred the line between the two. She assures me that she actually enjoys it, because she is effectively able to imagine herself in Fiona's shoes. She really is the coolest of the cool with the greatest sense of humor, and there wouldn't be a Fiona without her.
The Highlight of My Week...
My baby boy promoting Library Card Month at the Manheim Community Library. The promotion is part of Mission G.O., which encourages first-graders to obtain library cards.
How this happened...baby boy was extremely sad to see big brother off to school, so Grandma and Momma took him to the library to cheer him up. (He loves the library almost as much a Momma. I am so proud!) Just as we were gearing up to leave, the head librarian asked if I was willing to let him take pictures for the promotion. (uh, no brainer)
He was super excited to hold the giant library card, hence the ginormous cheesy grin!
Big Brother seeing the picture today in the paper not too happy (was mad that school kept him from being in the paper), while baby boy can't stop looking at himself and saying "That's me!"
At this point in time, I would like to apologize for whining like a baby and for the overuse of parenthesize. Oh and for the super long, super annoying title. But it's been a while, and I had a lot to say.
I promise to have myself back in control the next time I write.
*crosses fingers* *crosses toes* *ok crosses everything*