It’s a slow-start Saturday. My vaxxes have taken me down a bit. Ah, well. Concerned floofs are providing constant attention. They keep coming by to ask if I’m alright and if I could give them more kibble. Kind of them.
Sunrise conquered our valley quickly after its 7:06 appearance this morning. A cloudless sky, but the winds are something else. Infused with glacial flavors, winds rocked us all night, and are still up to it. Despite that, we’re at 47 F and expect to hit 57 F. The winds currently sound like aircraft taking off a short distance away. For the record, this is Saturday, November 19, 2022. We’ve gone below the two-week warning for November. If you dreamed goals of doing something in November, hope you’re getting it done because the calendar is emptying.
Sunset will fall at 4:46 this evening. The wind did denude many trees. Our ‘little’ one — it’s about twenty feet tall, nothing compared to the huge old oaks, pines, and firs that live along this street — was stripped bare yesterday. When we left in the late morning, it was still rich and lively with foliage. Last night, gone. That’s how change sometimes work, swift and sudden.
My theme song for today comes from a comment to my wife last night. In response to her claim that we’re old — we’re in our sixties — I answered my usual, that we can be as young as we act. Then, for good measure, I had Alexa play today’s theme song, “We Are Young” by fun. from 2011. The conversation continued, though, through lists of things we used to be able to do when we were young, and the energy that we had back then, you know?
Stay positive, test negative, get your vaxes in your asses. Well, actually, these were injected into my arm. Just ate a bowl of hot oatmeal. For my next trick, I will attempt to brew and drink a cup of hot black coffee. Or maybe some floofs and I will snuggle in bed and read while the wind sings to us. It’s a coin toss.
Here’s the music. Cheers
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(The poet carries a scar from the experience described below upon her forehead to this day)
Tail of the Bear
In midst of one of those series of sudden changes by which our personal worlds are cracked open to new possibilities, I found myself in deep consultation with my spirit guides late one night in the woods outside of Leadville, Colorado ~ asking what actions I should take to maintain right relationship with the couple with whom I’d driven cross country from Oregon, and been, for the past few weeks, sharing a camp.
“Time to leave,” Spirit said, “unless you want to start undoing all the good work you’ve done with and for these two people. To be on cosmic time, you’ll need to be on the road at dawn tomorrow.”
“Dawn tomorrow?” I asked in dismay. “If I do have to go back out…
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I’ve learned all of these things. I have tricks to deal with them, but despite that, sometimes I need to learn them again.
Even the most organized writer who puts words on the page and completes their writing to-do list every day runs into delays that drag out the process of penning a book.
Such obstacles can test the biggest optimist, and as much as we’d like to think we’re in control of them, the hard truth is that we aren’t, as the following will show.
Writing Delays: What You Can’t Control And The One Thing You Can
What You Can’t Control…
Working On Your Book During Times Of Stress
You won’t know when it’ll happen, ironically adding to the stress, but things will pop up that can make writing near impossible.
This could be on the one day you don’t have time for it, months on end, or even stretch out years (hello, worldwide pandemic!).
The mental toll of uncertainty is just one way to wipe out all of your creativity, and…
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Writing a novel is always a separate and personal journey. I’m getting better at recognizing what’s successful for me. This article captures the essence of the drift and bounce experienced while riding the writing currents.
On a recent episode of Litopia’s Pop-Up Submissions, we intended to talk about writer confidence, then the show went in another direction. But it’s worth a proper discussion.
Litopia founder Peter Cox, who is also a literary agent, told me confidence is a major issue for his members. ‘Either it never gets a chance to develop, or gets fatally knocked by so much conflicting advice (thank you, internet). But without a sense of self-confidence, I don’t believe a writer can develop their own true voice.’
First, let’s define voice. It’s what makes you unmistakably you. Your style. Your thematic signature. The distinctive hue of your world. As Peter says, this comes from confidence.
Here’s my take.
I remember when I wasn’t secure about my voice and other distinctive whatnots. I regularly rebooted myself, to be like the authors I was reading, or to act on feedback from critique groups…
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