Day 27: Spying on Strangers

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!

Writing Adventures Day 26: That Guy and His DARN KEYS

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!

Writing Adventures Day 22: The Night of Wonderful Dreams

I slept. Less than more.

Still.

Oh. Wow. Oh wow. OH WOW!

The new writing project, the one for Middle-Graders, sort of unfolded itself all throughout the night.

First Act, the characters start off with a weird thing happening, going about their newfound important business in pastel clothes (what?! why!?).

Act two. A several-several-headed monster, each head opening its eyes one after the other, grabbing your attention everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
The characters trying to slay the monster’s shadowy essence. And failing.

Geez, just such a wonderful dream.

Luckily, or unfortunately, it depends where you stand, dear fellow writer, in the whole pantser/plotter/a-bit-of-both debate, I can’t remember Act 3.

I just know it was. Well, it IS there, safe and sound in my imaginary world.

Which comes as a true and needed lifesaver during these out-of-house day job times.

Since I promise, a few blog posts ago, that I wouldn’t talk about the day job anymore, I won’t.
Except to say, as time goes by, it is slowly gnawing tincy-tiny bits of my soul beliefs.

This job is required. Necessary.

Where’s your’s « accept-and-move-on-to-the-happy-side » button, fellow writer?

Despite more than twenty working years, I never seemed to be able to found mine.

Until next time, take the best care of yourself, thanks for being here and may all the good words flow your way!

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