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!

Writing Adventures Day 21: Working on a Sunday

Rain and autumn weather makes a perfect combination to do something comforting.

Read a cozy mystery novel while sipping tea.

Watch an old fashion movie with a bowl of buttered popcorn to eat endlessly.

Or, if you’re not me:

join in the crowded shopping center to buy stuff, useful or not, in order to cross something off the to-do list. Or not.

Being at the retail day job on such a perfect Sunday to do read a novel or watch a movie was… motivating.

As soon as kiddo went to bed, I got he pen and paper and laptop out. And started writing / doodleling / blogging.

My brain is too overhelmed to dive in the writing projects, so I’ll settle for a free writing session sprinkled with ddodleling and writing a very short post!

Dear fellow writers, if I learned one thing this past two years its to avoid pushing a brain mushed out by a very long, exhausting, a bit sad reatail workday.

It pains me a tiny bit, because it means I start the week with a minus two whole chapters in the writing goals.

That being said, with all honesty, I’m convinced everything that would have come out of my imagination tonight would be utter crap.

I’m not tempting the muse. I’m going to bed. At 8pm. That’s right. That’s it.

Take the best care of yourself, dear fellow writers, and thank you oh so much for being here.

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