Writing Musings

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I wouldn’t say this will be musings. I will likely be leaning to whining. LOL

It has actually been quite some time since I last posted about the silliness which is my writing life.  October has arrived, and with it I have begun panic mode. I should be well into my rewrites and edits by now, and I haven’t even finished the rough draft. This novel needs to be ready for my editors by January. YIKES!

Somehow, I am blaming this on Vader. I knew having a puppy would take up much of my spare time, especially one who came from a rough beginning. Never did I think he would be causing me to fall so far behind.

You see, he can play, and enjoy himself, but the moment I pull out the laptop and begin to do things, he is in my face. He will even act bad just for the attention. Vader is almost 5 months old, and is getting better, but he still makes it quite difficult to write.I may have a lot of support in my writing endeavor, but no one wants to deal with a hyper, chewing mess. I am the only one who really trains him, therefore, I must put things on hold to keep at it. My editors will understand…HA!

So I will continue to boot up the laptop, and keep the file open for those rare 5 mins I get to write. I really hope I can knock off a hell of a lot of words this week, and have this draft done within 2.

Wish me luck!

 

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Rain

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Whether a gentle pitter-patter, or a heavy pour, nothing is as relaxing as rain. This morning I had to stand out in it for an hour and ten minutes. It was a mixture of light, and heavy, causing my pants to become soaked. How on earth could one find that relaxing?

I’m odd like that. My feet were wet and cold. My hands going numb, yet it was strangely soothing. Most of the kids I saw weren’t wearing rain boots, a sad sight. How can they possibly enjoy stomping through puddles without the proper gear? It’s little things like these which make me curious as to the future of mankind.

Rain has a tendency to wash things away. A little bit of dirt off my sidewalk, or chalk drawings. You can view it as a sad state of affairs, or that it’s just mother nature erasing the old to make way for new and wonderful things.

Although the rain can cause some to ache, and others to get a chill which feels like sticking around, I try to see the positive side. Warm beverages to keep your insides going. Changing into warm socks after taking off wet ones is a favourite thing for me. (yes I am weird..thank you for noticing) Snuggling up under a blanket is a rare and joyous time, especially now that I have Vader to investigate my every move.

With all things, your perspective determines much. Try not to dwell on the negative for too long, or you might only be able to see bad days, where there are amazing ones.

Autumn

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And now we enter a favourite time of year for me. Crisp air, warm drinks. Ahhh…love it.

Today is Mabon. Autumn equinox. However you celebrate, do it with love. Let go of your summer longings, and open your heart to new adventures.

I see the farmers bringing in the last of their crops, and know the season of thanks is approaching. (I will be quite thankful to my muse if I get this novel moving by leaps and bounds.)

The fairies have begun to put nature to rest, and allow those who enjoy the cool weather to appear. So many magical things end now, giving away to the next ones.

We began our cool nights/warm days weeks ago. Today it felt like 29. Tomorrow supposed to feel like 33. Where’s my autumn!?

Coming soon to a Canadian town near you.

Blessed be

At That Stage Of Life

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I’m certain I’ve rambled about this before, but this month has brought it up again. This stage of life.

I’m 43. Middle aged, not quite admitting the downhill slide I’m supposed to be on. (Fyi – a number doesn’t define me, my life does) One thing I cannot get away from, is losing those a generation or 2 ahead of me. This stage of life, those who brought inspiration to others, begin to leave this world.

At the beginning of the month, my husband’s uncle was taken by Parkinson’s. He was a teacher back in the day, and I am certain one who inspired many. Last week, my great-aunt Helen, aged 95, passed away. (In Alaska no less!) Talk about a wandering spirit! Again, I can believe she inspired many souls.

These days, I wonder how many names will show up in obituaries that I will recognize. Parents of old friends, teachers who made me think differently. Even family I have forgotten.

One never knows when your time is up. It’s something we cannot control. All I hope for, is to have lived, not just existed, when my time comes.

Knowing Things

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One thing about writing, you need to know things. You always hear ‘write what you know’. Everyone appears to know stuff. I, however, do not.

It’s a sad state of affairs, knowing nothing, but I make it work. I go around, pretending to know things, and so far I’m pretty certain I’ve faked out everyone. So shhhh.

My writings are fantasies, dreams, and from the imagination of children. Magic, fairies, dragons, all things I know nothing about. Guess that’s what makes this writing gig so much fun!

I believe in magic. Just look around, and you can find it in so many places. My beliefs are based on the earth I walk on, barefoot. I close my eyes, and hear fairies calling. They like to dance about the yard, which is why you see dandelion seeds float about, where there isn’t a wisp of wind to be felt. These things I feel with my heart and soul, but I know nothing about them.

Well, I guess I know some stuff. I know my imagination is a tad weird, and my way of thinking is as well. I know people tend to wonder about me, and of how I think. They don’t appear to get my meanings, and I often confuse them. I also know that is their problem, not mine.

So now I end this little post, and wonder if I can find the time to write, and perhaps, know some new things. One can only hope!

Inspiration From Ishgy Gishgy Cake

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How can one be inspired by cake, you may ask? This isn’t just any cake, that’s how.

This cake brings me back to my youth. We would make the ridiculously long trek to Fort Frances from Thunder Bay (it’s forever to a kid okay) to visit my grandparents. Not only was their home a maze of wonders, you could also expect Rice Krispie Squares, and Ishgy Gishgy cake.

The thought of having just one piece of this delight made the drive bearable; although only just.

Yes this cake does have a real name, and if you Google it you do not find a single recipe that comes close to this.

After many years, I can finally make it properly. It’s one of “those” cakes. So today I did, and as I stated, was thrown back to my youth.

Inspirations flowed from this little thought. Ones of how my characters, who are growing up, will soon have children. I was inspired to come up with different scenarios these children will go through. I love it all.

As I have said in many of my posts, seek inspiration everywhere! Even in cake.

Beauty, Inspiration, and Gratitude

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So many things in my world can be described this way. In fact, I describe most of my days this way.

The delicate beauty and inspiration found in the soft fluttering wings of a hummingbird, to the raw, intense beauty and inspiration felt during a thunderstorm. I am grateful to experience both.

My latest inspiration comes from my lilies. I have many, you see, and even though summer is marching past far to quick, they continue to bloom. A reminder to me that summer is still here, and we should not rush its passage. We are human, however, and tend to dwell on what is ahead.

Live in the now is a far better idea.

These are my back garden lilies. There is 1 more still to bloom. How can I not find inspiration in this?

I think the middle one is going to make it into this novel I am writing. (Or the next) I do write fantasy, so having a white lily with a yellow center have some signifigance is required…right? It will be rare, of course, and quite difficult to find. A harrowing quest to save someone who is dying. The lily being the only way to counteract a poison/venom/disease. Or perhaps, it is the poison.

So easy to find inspiration in the beauty of a lily. How can I not be grateful for this amazing life I have been given?

All that is left would be to keep Vader from playing in them.