Friday morning writing catch-up warm-up.

Coming here to warm up my little fingers and get the writing juices flowing; or not. More stream of consciousness button pushing.

I’ve done the read-through of my 88-page first draft, of which I was so proud. I made written edits and am incorporating them into my writing software. That pride has turned into, “Damn, this totally sucks, what am I doing?” Interspersed with, “I can fix it.” And lots of, “I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Focus, NOW!” I’ve also decided to totally change the age and personality of my main character, which means that lots of other stuff will need to change too. Heck, why not just rewrite the thing? I guess that’s what this stage is all about. Rewriting sounds way more appealing than editing. Maybe someday I’ll find a rhythm.

I’ve discovered that getting to it in the morning after one kid is dropped off, and the rest of the house is still sleeping, is much more productive than hanging out on Facebook with my coffee. I’ve also learned that the homeschooled kid can work on his own a lot, except for math. Math sucks.

The book cover designer I had lined up had to bail on new work so I’m in the process of finding a new one. We’re getting ready to start construction on the studio, after another permit delay this week. And I really need to do some more de-cluttering. If that new space was ready, I wouldn’t have to!

On the good side, I got these kawai little train cases that will help hide some of the clutter.

kauai train cases

 

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.

Mwah!

 

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 Flylady.com 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.