Mois : septembre 2022

Halloween season provides the perfect excuse to create a writing-inspiring ambience in the house!

Since the morning was nerve-wracking and a tat difficult and impossible to recover from fast enough to be able to focus on writing, better do something utterly fun and relaxing: getting the house in its spooky Halloween state.

What happened this morning?
Oh
Well
A two hours drive to and back from a pediatric dentist who has his office in Montreal’s Little Italy.
Followed by a solid three hours of on-and-off desperate crying.

Topped with a fight about the virtues of soft food after a heavy cavity repair.

Happy pumpkin drawings and smiling ghost cardboard silhouettes were highly required!

Of course, I guess – I suppose – I don’t know,
the whole decoration thing made me think about the novel involving ghosts I’m still working on after all those years.

Truth be told, I thought more about the past couple of years than the novel itself, although they’re closely linked so, this explained that.

What a burden burnout is when you wanna earn a living writing novels, wouldn’t you agree, fellow writers?

I had all that time but I couldn’t do anything.

Now, my time is not mine anymore and geez, I feel like I could write all day.

Working retail always has been a great motivation fuel for me.

And if I didn’t require so much time to recuperate from the after-effects of the said retail job, meaning the exhaustion, the aching, the mind-numbing, oh yes, I would write a storm.

But for now, I enjoy looking at the decorations my kiddo proudly put everywhere in the leaving room.

It’s beautiful.

Fellow writers, until next time, take the best care of yourself.

Being a writer is being a thief.

I steel nose shapes, laughter, voices.
Ways of walking, ways of standing, ways of acting like you’re alone in a big line, waiting to vote.

This early evening, while waiting for my turn to vote, I simply couldn’t resist.

A man determined to look at every piece of artwork in the hallway instead of keeping up with the flow, which would prompt the volunteer to constantly remind him to move.

Kids dancing and laughing and being too cute to miss while their parent was face-stuck to their phone, letting the beautiful moment with their kids go to waste.

A person with the biggest eyes I have ever seen in the course of my entire, to the point where I wonder if the said person had a special clinical condition or if nature itself decided.

Back home, I couldn’t wait for the evening writing session. So I could put all my spying into good use.

But here I am, eyes burning with tiredness, ready to go to sleep despite inspiration and writing will knocking at the door.

Let’s hope it will all the spying will help cook up some wonderful dreams.

Thanks for reading, thanks for being here, I’m very grateful!

Oh. For the love of everything that’s good and beautiful and blessed.

Oh. Please.

PLEASE.

Let that guy find his DARN KEYS.

(That guy is my on-the-verge-of-sometimes-being-way-over-obsessive with stuff hubby-to-be.)

He looked for them. In every room of the house. On a loop. For six hours straight.

Granted. He took mini-breaks here and there.

Still.

Six hours.

The most annoying part of it all?

I, ME, Wanted to know where on earth he last left his keys!!! It’s so mind-buggling.
Our house is big, but not THAT big.

What did he do with his

DARN

KEYS!!!

The key quest ate alive half of my scheduled writing time. And I could barely write anything or revised anything in what was left of it.

Anyway, with a sigh, and a thought or two about obsessive-compulsion mental stuff, I say until next time, dear fellow writer.

May all the good words flow your way!