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Don’t you love it when you click on the link, and it takes you to a page that tells you, “That link no longer exists. You need to update your bookmarks.”?
Ahem. I didn’t click on it from a bookmark, fools.
Don’t know why that makes me so irrationally irritated.
I became a little distracted while ordering my coffee. That trite statement is an understatement. I didn’t know Sam was speaking to me. Looking inward, listening to other voices, I was experiencing the bloom of another writing concept in my head.
After ordering my coffee and paying, I drifted off with an internal sigh. This concept, too, needed to be kneed aside. I’m on the third book of a trilogy. Need to get it done, and then on to the etcetera of publishing. Once the trilogy is done, it’s back to the third of a novel in a series that’s already published. There are many more novels loaded in my mind in that series to pursue. There are finished drafts that require editing and publishing, and there are marketing needs.
Seems like no matter how much coffee I drink, there’s not enough time to write. Bummer, as I think “Mrs. Elf” could be a fun write.
Ah. Time to write like crazy, at least one more time.
Sometimes I encounter someone who insist that I explain who I am as though I perused a menu and created myself à la carte. Sorry, but I didn’t actually have that many choices about how I was born. Although I’ve lived with myself for over sixty-one years, I still mystify myself. There are places and spaces in me that I can’t explain. So I fall back on this helpful song by Lady Gaga: “Born This Way.”
Yes, it’s a bit campy, and has been criticized for some of its words and not being fresh enough, but, damn it, it’s a good song to hear and when you’re tired of fighting with the world and just want to stand up and give it the finger. Sing along, if you feel it.
Floofsonal Space (catfinition) – the immediate space surrounding a person that a cat claims.
Don’t you love it when you experience a writing explosion?
Yeah, baby.
Writing explosions are less predictable than earthquakes, weather, and volcanic eruptions. Not even a rumble presages the eruption.
It happened to me as I was walking and writing in my head. Reviewing what I’d written and was preparing to write today, I experienced a gleeful epiphany that exposed an entire scene. I laughed aloud with pleasure as I walked along the city street.
A domino effect was triggered. Other scenes and pieces of dialogue emerged. When I sat to write, I had to go retro with pen and notebook to capture sufficient vestiges of the insights and scenes to help me write them all. Then I powered up the laptop, slugged down gulps of hot, black coffee, and typed with driven intensity.
Afterward, it felt so damn good. Sublime. Flood gates had exploded open, releasing streams of insights into the trilogy’s third novel, and its structure. The final sentence came to me. I felt like I was channeling Philip K. Dick with some of the scenes, and Philip Roth on others.
When it was done, I was grinning. Once again, the coffee shop and other customers seemed like a foreign land, because I’d not been there, in my mind. It’s such a fucking web I’m weaving.
I love it.
Has it always been so noisy in here?
They moved and shifted during the night, ending up back to back in bed. Her heel tapped his heel in a gentle rhythm, like a heartbeat, to him. She would awaken a little, resume the heartbeat, and then sleep again, finally stopping for the night when her sleep became deep.
He lay awake for a long time, thinking about the heartbeat, and how it felt, waiting for it to begin again.
Eleven pounds, eyes just opened, she writhed around, trying to look over her shoulders and above her head as if she was trying to take it all in, as if she was filled with energy, and ready to take on the world, and impatient to begin.
I stumbled across a page of quotes about coffee today as I navigated the labyrinth of the web. My favorite is the Sinclair post I set as my featured image. Here are the others, and a link to the page, found at WritersWrite. h/t to Amanda Patterson for coming up with this selection.
The Top 10 Quotes About Coffee
Do you have a favorite coffee quote, writers?
Today’s song, “Tin Man,” was released in nineteen seventy-four. Among the trillion events happening that year, I graduated high school and joined the U.S. Air Force.
The next year found me married, and the year after that, I was stationed at Clark Air Base in the Philippines. Our news sources were mostly the Pacific Stars & Stripes newspaper and the Armed Forces Radio and Television Services. Our local affiliate was the Armed Forces Network (AFN) Philippines. The big thing that always stood out about AFN is that they were constantly warning us about habus and finding unexploded ordinance.
I enjoyed “Tin Man” and America’s other offerings a great deal. I learned more about them because the group met because their fathers were serving in the Air Force. Thus, The Stars & Stripes and AFN carried quite a bit about them.
Here’s “Tin Man.” It’s a mellow song. Hope you’re having a mellow day, and not deeply into the many messes going on in the world.
I don’t know about you, but it has a wrong feeling to me when the “Most Popular” article is “Father, Son Die When Undertow Takes Them Out To Sea.”
Michael Seidel, writer 