Mois : septembre 2022

Drama in the Writing Adventures Series!

(About time you might add. I don’t blame you. For no bump in the writing, road happened so far. Except for the day job. Buuut, enough about it)

It was picture day at school.

WHAT !?!
OH, DEAR!!!
YOU GOT A TV SERIES THERE MAMA!!!!!
CALL A PRODUCER ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’ll admit. It’s not that dramatic.

Except for the fact I kinda forgot about it.

And since I got up an hour later than usual, thinking I had time to make up for all the writing time spent looking out the window last Saturday, the morning got hectic.

No way I was to just shut down the computer and come back to it later.

Like a normal, responsible mama.

Nope!

That’s why my friend the laptop spent some time:
On top of the microwave (not the first time, but still);
Near the sink in the bathroom (DON’T DO THAT, I got so scared when two drops of water landed THIS close to the keyboard. Dear. Heart still pounding.);
And on kiddo’s bed (a dangerous experiment I don’t care to repeat anytime soon.)

All that for the sake of writing a sentence here and there!

The alarm clock is set and ready for tomorrow. I’m not gonna through those stressful times again… well, this week anyway.

Take good care of yourself, dear fellow writer, and happy writing.

Someday I hope I will be able to use words to describe the whole beauty of the autumn light on red and orange and yellow maple leaves.

There’s a saying in the whole wide francophone world I believe: an image is worth 1000 words; une image vaut mille mots.

It’s so rewarding when we can wrap simple words around something we witnessed or lived through.

One sentence holding the sheer beauty of autumn light… still working on it!

Meanwhile.

In a little comfy writing nook, a wanna-be-author is writing away yet another long retail day.

And the writing goals are met.

To my own surprise, if I dare say so myself, hee hee!

The story took a new turn for good, and I love it. It means a great deal of rewriting however and THAT wasn’t planned.

I’m still gonna wait until my « revise the writing goals » deadline to mess around with the planning.

Too many changes happened in the last weeks!!! This mama needs. a. breather.

Until next time, may all the good words flow your way, dear fellow writer.

Be kind to yourself and take care!

Even the clovers look down on this last, very warm summer day.

Well, that’s the impression they give, viewed from the window of my little writing nook.

Indeed, fellow writers, I’m hiding from both the heat and a beautiful day, determined to get a bit ahead with the writing goals.

Somehow, someway, somedelidou, I seem more interested in making a James Stewart out of myself!

I’m sitting at the window, watching the sleepy neighbourhood, waiting for the sun to come down so I can go sit on the deck by the tall elephant grass, this time to watch the birds.

Like many have said before me and you: « I should be writing ».

But.

But the teenage girl took her less-yapping-then-before dogs for a walk. One dog is the mama, the other is her puppy, a fluffy ball of fluffyness who’s probably looking forward to autumn.

But the front neighbour took off again with her adorable camping van and her dog. She left Leo the cat behind, a lurking read hair feline always after the wild rabbits.

But the kids living in the blue house on the corner are running around the front yard despite their parents asking them to come inside. Their new baby must be asleep in the house.

Many families were biking around this morning. Not so much now that we reached 33 degrees Celsius.

There’s probably a line-up in front of every ice cream shop in my little town by the water.

Near the river, families are probably cleaning up after their picnics.

I’m looking out the window. Light is calling « Come down ».

I’m staying here.

I’m writing.

But…

Thanks for being here, I’m very grateful. Until the next adventure!