Admittedly Long-winded

March 19, 2012 § 2 Comments

This is a more respectable check-in. I’ve only missed writing one day since Wednesday, and I’ve been devoting more chunks of time each day. Two days I wrote for an hour. I’ve also exercised every day- this gorgeous weather is good at luring me out of the cave.

I’ve found myself many times lately needing to remind myself that I’m first and foremost a caretaker right now. And that’s okay. I don’t want to get down on writing if I miss a day, or if I feel drained.

It’s not that I neglect my motherly “duties” or resent my life right now. Let me say this: I love staying home with my babies and I am thankful for every moment. Even the ones where I’m up to my ears in poop and filth and that weird, white glob that’s lurking behind my ear (and who knows how long it’s been there). I’ve sacrificed other (superfluous) things right now so that I have writing time. I don’t craft, or watch T.V., and my house is often not fit for public viewing. But I will do that right now because I want to write.

I know this sounds like a rant. But it’s not. I’m actually just putting a reminder out there for myself.

So, I have been plugging away at my original WIP. Except there’s absolutely NOTHING that’s making the cut for the new draft thus far. In other words- I’m basically rewriting the whole dang thing. There’s a glimmer of the same story somewhere in there- it’s just been pruned and streamlined and looks totally different.

I knew my “process” might change over time, or maybe it will always be changing for as long as I’m alive and writing. Who the heck knows? All I know is that it’s coming along, and just because I don’t have a sparkly, perfect, first novel all ready to make me feel like I became a writer before I was thirty (in May), that doesn’t mean I can’t still be proud that I’ve come as far as I have. And I will continue to sit down and write.

I feel like channeling a little Stuart Smalley from SNL in closing.

I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and- dog gone it- people like me!

Have an amazing week, everybody.

March 18th ROW 80

March 19, 2012 § Leave a comment

This is a more respectable check-in. I’ve only missed writing one day since Wednesday, and I’ve been devoting more chunks of time each day. Two days I wrote for an hour. I’ve also exercised every day- this gorgeous weather is good at luring me out of the cave.

I’ve found myself many times lately needing to remind myself that I’m first and foremost a caretaker right now. And that’s okay. I don’t want to get down on writing if I miss a day, or if I feel drained.

It’s not that I neglect my motherly “duties” or resent my life right now. Let me say this: I love staying home with my babies and I am thankful for every moment. Even the ones where I’m up to my ears in poop and filth and that weird, white glob that’s lurking behind my ear (and who knows how long it’s been there). I’ve sacrificed other (superfluous) things right now so that I have writing time. I don’t craft, or watch T.V., and my house is often not fit for public viewing. But I will do that right now because I want to write.

I know this sounds like a rant. But it’s not. I’m actually just putting a reminder out there for myself.

So, I have been plugging away at my original WIP. Except there’s absolutely NOTHING that’s making the cut for the new draft thus far. In other words- I’m basically rewriting the whole dang thing. There’s a glimmer of the same story somewhere in there- it’s just been pruned and streamlined and looks totally different.

I knew my “process” might change over time, or maybe it will always be changing for as long as I’m alive and writing. Who the heck knows? All I know is that it’s coming along, and just because I don’t have a sparkly, perfect, first novel all ready to make me feel like I became a writer before I was thirty (in May), that doesn’t mean I can’t still be proud that I’ve come as far as I have. And I will continue to sit down and write.

I feel like channeling a little Stuart Smalley from SNL in closing. 

I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and- dog gone it- people like me!

Have an amazing week, everybody.

 

Check-In

March 15, 2012 § 2 Comments

This is my sorry excuse for a check-in. I have written very little. You see, I have a teething monster who wants everyone to feel her pain -and I won’t mention sleep because I forgot what that is.

I won’t link to ROW 80, but good luck to all. Maybe things will take a turn for the better

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March 7th Check-In

March 8, 2012 § Leave a comment

I love checking in when I’ve been on good behavior! My writing goals and exercising are right on target. I also did a blog post so I pretty much rock.

Right now I’m just trying to pack up our stuff to head back to Kansas City. I’ve been giving my mom blood-thinning injections for her broken leg and I don’t know who’s going to do it when I leave. It’s hard to work up the nerve to stick a needle in your mother’s arm! I need to get back home, but my dad’s gonna have to grow a pair. He was all gung-ho, but when push came to shove, I was the one watching a sweaty guy on Youtube demonstrating how to do it on his flabby tummy and my dad was the one breaking out in a cold sweat and saying he felt dizzy.

I’m all excited about finally purchasing Game of Thrones which I started today. I washed a library book with a load of laundry today, so there goes my library tab. (I have a history of hefty fines. Shocking, I know.)

I hope everyone else is having a good week! Anybody else have any laundry catastrophes they want to share? I will blog more about my incident later in the week.

The Broken Leg Story

March 6, 2012 § 7 Comments

Everyone knows the scene in Persuasion. It’s when that idiot, Louisa Musgrove, falls off the wall at Lyme. For those who don’t know what I’m talking about, she’s being stupid and has a horrible fall where she hits her head and everyone freaks. Except for Anne. Every girl hopes they’ll be Anne when a crisis befalls. After all, her handling of the situation is what makes Wentworth get his head out of his butt and realize he’s still in love with her. She’s cool, she’s brilliant, and she saves the day.

Let me get this out there: I am not Anne.

The evening began with a girls’ viewing of One Day, a sad, confusing movie that none of us enjoyed much. (Although I think I would love the book. I always read the book;  however, this time I was swayed by my massive crush on Jim Sturgess.) After the movie, we were getting ready for bed: my mother, my Meme, and I. But we smelled smoke.

We wandered the house sniffing but couldn’t find the source. I thought I was doomed to a restless night considering the only smoke alarm in the house had no batteries and was purchased in 1981. I called my dad for reassurance and was about to lay down in bed when I heard Meme.

“Oh! Oh!” I heard her yelling. My thoughts went instantly to fire, where they remained for quite some time. Even when I saw my poor mom sprawled at the bottom of the stairs to the outside deck. Even when I saw the unnatural angle of the bottom of her leg. My mind was looking for fire and I even asked Meme- upon walking out the back door and seeing no smoke and no fire- “Is she on fire?”

So my brain just stopped functioning. I forgot I was on the phone with my dad. Here’s what he heard: “Is she on fire? Should I call 911? I think we should call 911. *Click*”

My mom said “I think it might be broken.”

“Oh, it’s broken. For sure.” (Comforting, right?)

Then I dialed 911 and forgot where I was. My grandparents have lived at the same address my whole life and I had no idea what it was. Meme was having to feed me my lines, so to speak. Here’s what it sounded like.

“Where are you, ma’am?”- Operator

“I’m… uh…” (Meme had to tell me.)

“Do they need to come through the front door?”

“Uh…yes…” (Totally wrong. It’s easy to get to the back deck from either direction outside and again, Meme had to correct me.)

“So, you think she might have broken her leg?”- Op

“Oh, she definitely broke her leg. I’m no expert, but that is B-R-O-K-E-N. A leg should not look like that. Ever.” Sugar-coating isn’t my specialty. In retrospect, it might have made my mom feel better had I not been so insistent that I knew how broken it was.

To my IMMENSE relief, the operator told me all I needed to do was wait and try to make her comfortable, and was not to move or touch her leg. THANK YOU, SWEET BABY JESUS.

Fast forward. The two paramedics arrived and immediately said they were going to need to set the bone before they could splint it. At this point I wanted to cover my ears and sing “la la la.”

I didn’t though.

Then I got a little angry about it. I know it wasn’t their fault, but this seemed a little like a bad western at this point. I almost asked if I needed to grab a bottle of moonshine and a leather boot strap.

Here’s some of my mom’s banter while they were setting up:

“You know how to tell if you’re a redneck? You’ve got a refrigerator on your back porch.” (That’s why she was on the deck.)

“I think I deserve a pedicure after this.”

“I had three babies with no pain meds- but I’m not opposed in general. I’ll take whatever you got.”

“You’re welcome (to me). This will make a good blog post.”

They set the bone and I held her hand. My hand shook so bad the paramedics thought I was going into shock. I ran around the house gathering things for her hospital stay- contacts and medication. I was sure to grab her Kindle Fire. You know, for when she was incoherent between surgery and bone resetting.

So, here’s what I learned I’m good for in a crisis: hand-holding, shaking like a leaf, running in circles, blunt appraisals. Here’s where I need some work: brain function, comforting the victim, collecting useful items.

 

 

March Forth, Everyone!

March 4, 2012 § 6 Comments

I’ve been gone for two check-ins! Eek! I’m out of town and felt bad putting up a link when I’ve had so little time to read other blogs. But I’ve kept up writing and reworking the plot of my first novel. 30min-1hour every day.

I also blogged one time last week! I’m working on another for this week, so it should be ready to go. It’s about my mother breaking her leg this weekend which was quite epic, so I hope I can do the event justice.

Exercise has been happening, and with the beautiful Oklahoma weather there is really no excuse. Plus, my dad got a new double jogging stroller. I ran with my 2 year-old and my niece (who’s also 2) around the neighborhood and that may be the best workout EVER. The best part was that I was pushing about 50 pounds, and the 50 pounds was yelling at me to go faster, and if I went slower, the 50 pounds would start hitting and biting each other, so the incentive is really there, you know?

I just finished a really great book too. So I’m really inspired to keep writing and get better.

Thanks for reading and good luck to the other ROWers! Happy March!

In the Year 4012

February 28, 2012 § 2 Comments

I’m starting a new blog series. It’s inspired by my fascination with the past and everyday life. When I’m reading things from the past, I appreciate the most mundane details. It thrills me to the bone to hear Jane Austen describe the neighbor’s shrubs or her latest ribbons. It doesn’t have to be a famous person, but it always helps if the author adds a little pizzazz.

I’m going to make some future person’s day by putting this info on my blog! I’ve decided to share with her all these things I like to read about. She will stumble upon this and go “wow, on this day in 2012 she wore bright blue rain boots and ate frozen veggie burgers for lunch. NO WAY!”

Here goes.

Dear Woman In The Future, 

Today I woke up and had a bowl of oatmeal. I put it in this electrical box we call a microwave. You probably think this is really cute, but we actually still cook our food.

I tended to my young children all day because I stay home while my husband works. They both have electronic toys that I would love to smother in the aforementioned oatmeal. You see, in our times people who don’t have children give your kids gifts that make a lot of noise. I think it’s punishment for having to hear us talk nonstop about child-rearing. One such toy has played Beethoven all day. Some people of our time think it will make children smarter, but I believe it just makes parents hate xylophones.

I wore stretchy yoga pants all day although I haven’t done actual yoga in years. A lot of women like to wear these pants whilst relaxing. It’s rainy outside and that has made me want to fart around on the internet all day.

Since it’s five o’clock, I’ll probably go have a beer while I fix a dinner of boiled noodles and spaghetti sauce from a jar.

Yours, etc

Heather

 

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