My First Draft

First DraftLook at it. Isn’t it cute? It’s the first draft of my first book. Sure, it’s only 88 pages right now, double-spaced. But it’s the entire story, before I make the characters lovable, and the places ones that you will want to visit to see for yourself. Lots more words to be written. Probably as many as I already have.

I finished this first draft a couple weeks ago and have been avoiding the editing/rewriting process. I’m like that old lady who is looking back on life and thinking, I should have enjoyed my youth when I was there. Because, writing that first seems a lot more fun than what I’m facing now.

Don’t get me wrong. I know that once I get into it I won’t want to stop and I’ll love the process–please let me love the process. That’s how the rest of my art undertakings have gone. I hated pulling glass stringers for hours at a time, but I was able to make peace with it and find some positive aspect in the task, thus causing me to look forward to it.

I guess the hard part is knowing where to start. I’ve never taken a creative writing class and I don’t think that high school term papers count. Although, I did rock the one on Wuthering Heights in 9th grade, and surprised myself with an A. All of ten pages of it, footnotes and all.

So, what does one do when they don’t know what to do? Many people would just jump in and do it. That’s what I tried, trusting that something in my subconscious mind would have gleaned that skill from my years of schooling. I think I got through the first scene. Bleh. I corrected some grammar, but added nothing to the story. Sigh.

When that doesn’t work, what’s the next step? Read a book about it, of course. I’m all about the School of Amazon–or blogs, or Facebook. I now know that some people print their first drafts because seeing it on paper causes them to look at their work differently. So that’s why that pile of paper in the picture now exists. Already, looking at it I can feel the difference. Ain’t nothin’ like jotting in the margins, circling, drawing arrows, and coding paragraphs to be moved.

Yeah. I think this might help.

Next step? Reading it out loud, they say.

Moving on is tough stuff.

I’m feeling guilty as I come here to communicate with you, my loyal followers of many years. Guilty, because I’ve been writing about writing. Not what you signed up for. To be honest, I haven’t made beads in months (except for some Beads of Courage orders) and I haven’t been doing murrini or micro mosaic either. I have been writing. Reading about writing. Facebooking about writing lately. You get the idea. Maybe it’s my good midwest upbringing…never wanting to let anyone down.

So, this is my apology because it doesn’t look like I’ll be going back to beadmaking anytime soon. I still have a fantasy that I’ll work on my micro mosaics and a murrini here and there, but I wonder if I’m fooling myself.

That said, I still love my real life and online beadmaking and glass community. We have become family. I look forward to following what you do and I look forward to showing what I do. If y’all decide to stop reading the blog, unsubscribe from my email list, or unfriend me on Facebook, I totally understand. If you want to stick around and see where I’m headed, that would be cool too.

And THAT said, I also have, in the back of my head, the idea to write non-fiction. That would mean glass-related “how to” books. So, maybe you do want to stick around to hear about that, if and when it comes to be.

Thank you for support and friendship over the years.



Shoes can change your outlook on life. Totally.

Sperry TopsidersDo shoes change your state of mind?

I know that a lot of women are obsessed with shoes. No names mentioned. I’m not one of them although, I do love a good, comfortable shoe which often means they aren’t that attractive.

Recently I was shopping and came across a Sperry store, which I had never encountered before.  High school memories flooded me, of the days when that was the shoe that was bought for me, and like it or not, that’s what I wore. I was such a dork.

For the past I-don’t-know-how-many-years my 11 year old has been wearing a plastic version made by Native. I couldn’t get her to switch. They got battered and beat up, and made her feet smell AWFUL. She finally wore out her last pair and I’ve been trying to talk her into a pair of Sperry Topsiders, to no avail. So, when we passed the store it was a no-brainer to pop in. No way was I getting a pair. I hated those shoes when I had to wear them…so uncool. I wanted my three-stripe Adidas like Starsky (which I never got) or real cowboy boots (which I never got) like all the cool girls! We won’t go into the earth shoes or chugga boots (which I unfortunately got).

Needless to say, I couldn’t talk her into a pair but I went home with the exact style that I wore in high school, and I am loving them. They’re very comfortable, good quality, and I know the more I wear them the more I’ll love them as they get broken in and shape to my foot. The 11yo even slips them on once in a while. I will get her to wear them, and will never have to buy her another pair of shoes. Ever.

Funny thing is, I’ve been getting a lot more done, and I think it’s the shoes. Seriously. The talks about making sure to put on lace-up shoes every morning and it will make you more productive. I’m defiant and could never do that. I work from home so I can work barefoot, braless, and in my pajamas. Bending over to tie on shoes that I can’t kick off whenever I want? Ha ha ha ha ha! Good one.

These shoes seem kind of like cheating though because I really don’t have to bend over and tie them, and they slip on and off easily. But the idea is working. Or maybe all the yoga I’ve been doing, and those Chinese herbs I’ve been using have finally kicked in to regulate my hormones and blood sugar.

Nah. It’s the shoes. Totally.