Well, I am trying to get my blog going again on this new laptop. Cross your fingers, please?
I have finally become a dot net thanks to our daughter and son-in-law. A gift from them was to pay my annual fee and our daughter set it up for me.
This spring has been extremely busy. He and I took a trip to San Dimas to see our son, his bride and our little California Dream. Then our daughter and and son-in-law welcomed our Yellow Rose of Texas into the world. Dream came to Texas to meet her little cousin. I had a grand couple of weeks!
I haven’t quite caught my breath from all the goings on over the past couple of months. Every weekend has been packed with activity. Evenings have been busy, too.
I have reached my step off point. I am not feeling well at all. Time to do some tending to me. Tonight will be a super hot bath and a long stretching session. Some pain reliever and an early lights out are in order as well.
Tomorrow is iffy for the 9 to 5. If the morning starts like this one, I’m out.
But, my Physician is with me. He will provide the healing required in His time.
Not much else to say right now. Just figured it was past time to set words on the screen. Especially with my new identification as rainingorchids.net.
Rather than resolutions, I have set a deadline. I have several “projects” similar to the snow village lined up to do. I have a large ornate framed canvas with an oil painting I don’t like. I only bought the piece for the frame. I picked up a landscape picture about 20 by 40 inches. There are some other things I can’t specifically recall at the moment. Things lurking in the closets and on shelves. I have particular plans for some of the items. Some of the items are still awaiting inspiration. The deadline has to do with actually completing things.
I am going to spend some moments gathering things. I will either complete the project at hand or get rid of the stuff February 1. January 31 is the last day to complete things. Let’s see if I can stick to this plan.
Additionally, I have set the same deadline to unload some excess dishes and kitchen items. With all my talk of decluttering, my kitchen is seldom mentioned. Rather, I continue to add to my packed cabinets. Dishes are like chairs for me. Both represent hospitality and parties and a house full of people visiting. They are occasionally irresistible. Particularly when they match or resemble things from the ancestors’ kitchens.
Another area that remains untouched is my jewelry collection. I don’t have any real stuff beyond a few rings and a pair or two of earrings. I have piles of costume jewelry, though. Some of it has to go. And not to my daughter’s house. She says it will go to the prop room at the school theater. I’m not sure it will make it there. She likes to collect as much as I do.
I intend to keep this scheduled deadline for several reasons. I want to resolve past projects. Either finish or eliminate them. I want to spend time working on the yard in February and March. I am supposed to have a particular visitor coming in February as well. By May, I will be fully engaged with another new Dream. This one a Texas Dream.
Incentive and motivation are so important in my venture. The incentive is increased physical space, less cleaning, easier cleaning, more energy, more free time, less wasting of mental energy on indecision. Motivation is preparing for the new generation before they get going on their feet.
I have a slight hope that eliminating distractions will force me to write. Not this babbling. Not my journal scribbling. I need to focus and write the stories. Write the tales that haunt my dreams and drift in memories. Write the tales that will be unfolding in the coming years. Write the tales I want my grands to read. Tales that will show them who we are. Show them the toughness and the love that brought us to this point in this race of beings.
Yes. I would say I have incentive and motivation to meet my self-imposed deadline. Now, if I can just pay attention long enough to get it done!
Happy New Year. May all our plans be guided by a Greater Hand and be filled with His Love.
After these many months of posting here, hinting about writing a book, I finally have a storyline. I will divulge nothing about the plot. However, if any of my readers know of good resources about the Big Thicket during the first half of the last century, please send me the link, title, writer. I want to supplement my second hand lore and childhood impressions with other sources.
I did tell my daughter about the plot and the inspiration. She immediately told me of my responsibility to paint a vivid picture of my protagonist. I will have to demonstrate the character through realistic scenes to make her believable. Otherwise she will seem too extraordinary and not inspire empathy or sympathy.
I purchased a couple of notebooks to start the first draft. I type these posts on the keyboard. It is not my favorite method. I prefer to write in my journal. I use approximately 5×7 size unlined hardbound sketchbooks for my journal. I keep a similar size spiral for lists and temporary notes. In view of these preferences, I purchase similar sized spiral tablets. They will feel familiar. They are lined pages. I don’t think that will make a difference.
Time to write. I don’t want to waste time trying to figure out the opening line. In fact, the story may start in the middle and I will need to work on the beginning after I see where it goes nearer the end.
I picked up a tablet to work on the non-fiction piece I have in mind. It may be more a series of short essays with some recipes and “how we used to do it” descriptions. That will be fine. It is the kind of book I like to read. I don’t want to lose all of the heritage from my mother and grandmothers. I already have forgotten things that a photograph or something brings to mind. I don’t know if I will recall clearly. No doubt others near me will recall more clearly. But, they can write their own book if they don’t like mine.
I am slowly but surely eliminating the excuses. Now to push aside the fear. A phrase I have on a card. “Keep feeling along the wall for the gap. When you find it, just go on through. Even if you drown.” I wrote this after I awoke from a dream seeking a gap in a cliff wall. I did find it, go through and woke up as the water rushed around me. But, that was better than standing at the blank stone wall, waiting to die slowly. Powerful images for powerful feelings. I intend to use those very feelings to get the letters into words into sentences into paragraphs into chapters into a story.