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A Lost Coke… & Memories Abound…

Curious about what I’m up to right now?

Probably not.

That’s okay.

I’m still going to tell you all about it! 😀

Singing. Writing. Drinking. — Water. It’s water, y’all.

I had a Coke, which is rare for me as it is, because I don’t drink them very often. When I do they usually come from a restaurant & are filled slap full of ice. It’s probably more ice than Coke, really, but that’s the only way I like it.

Anyway. I picked up dinner on the way home, and my lovely husband, thinking it was his drink he was finished with… dumped it down the drain. *sighs* That’s what I get for drinking something so bad for me, eh? Can’t even enjoy it!

Oh well.

As far as the singing. Love songs. Cheatin’ songs. Throwbacks I’ve been belting out for years. — I do that while I write. Music really helps with inspiration anyway. — But it also brings back memories that make me smile. For instance…

I’m listening to Sunny Sweeney’s, From a Table Away. Way, way back… years ago… after I’d just met my husband, long before he was my husband, I posted these song lyrics on Facebook…

“And I heard you tell her you still love her, so it doesn’t matter what you say, I saw it all, from a table away.”

Now for context, my husband didn’t like country music back then. He wouldn’t listen to it. He was all rock all the way. Now, though… he’s got programmed country stations all up in the car. So this was well before that.

And this was back when everything was so new, fresh, exciting, and fun. Ya know, when you’re falling in love & everything is cute.

He commented on those lyrics, saying something or other about how that was exactly why country music was trouble. 😀

I just remember grinning, thinking he was too adorable. — That’s been, goodness, nearly 9 years ago now. Holy cow. That was back in 2010. Late summer, 2010. Wow. Can’t even believe I’ve know him that long. — Time flies, y’all. — Also, just to clarify, I still think he’s adorable… just, ya know, not every single thing he says is adorable anymore. — hahahahahahaa! 😀

See!! Music… memories. They go hand in hand sometimes. Helps fuel emotion & creativity. Things that are imperative for any writer. Any person, really. 😀

As for the writing. I’m supposed to be working on novel #2… but here I am. Not doing that. Procrastinating like a boss! Is there an award for that? Can I get one? 😉

Okay, before y’all start handing out awards I’ve definitely earned & would, likely, hang on my wall with pride, I’m going to get out of here & get to work.

Much Love,
Heather!

 

 

 

The Search History Of A Writer…

Ya know what you learn writing a book?

Things you think you knew… you did not actually know as well as you thought. — And sometimes it’ll make you feel like you are especially dumb. 😉

You will spend a ridiculous amount of time researching and googling things you thought you knew enough about. — Turns out there’s a lot you don’t actually know about simple things you thought you knew and sometimes what you know slips your mind altogether.

When you are trying to be descriptive and accurate…. there’s a lot you don’t realize you need extra help with.

I have examples!

Tonight alone I’ve googled… Japanese Maples, types of sweaters, plaid scarfs, kitchen decor, various shades of green, the definition of the word rich, how to describe the color yellow, words for describing a kitchen, the name of the silver refrigerators, (It’s stainless steel by the way, I own one! ) what outdoor furniture looks like, synonyms for… bright, dark, muttered, perfect, colorful, exasperated, capture, proud of, and emotion.

Y’all that’s just tonight. & I assure you it’s not just a one night thing. It’s an every day thing.

Anybody ever stumbles across my search history and they’re gonna think I’m an idiot. Like… next level dumb.

That’s okay though… as long as I nail descriptive and accurate. 👌😀

 

 

 

 

When Showers & Construction Paper Collide…

As all my fellow writers probably know… sometimes inspiration strikes at a moments notice and you get something really good & you’ve got to write it down immediately. — Sometimes that happens at just the right moment… and other times…. at just the wrong moment. — This is a story of just the wrong moment.

I was going over scenes & dialogue in my head. So basically I was talking to myself… as if I was imaginary people, cause that’s not weird at all..  the whole back & forth… when I got a really good exchange. — I was like, ohhhhh! That’s good. That’s so good. I’ve got to write that down.

Except I was in the shower.

My laptop was in the living room. There were other people in my house. So I couldn’t very well throw on a towel dripping wet all over the place & run go get it. — I was like I’m going to just finish my shower & then do it. — But y’all…. I was antsy. I was like that exchange was so good and if I forget I’m going to be so mad. — So I moved on to plan B.

Find a notebook.

Now you would think… as a writer… I’d have one stashed in my bedroom somewhere. But no. I couldn’t find one. — I got out, wrapped up in a towel, dripping water all over the place while I engaged in a frenzied search for a notepad of any sort. Any would do. But, alas, nothing.

I found one piece of yellow construction paper & and an orange colored pencil. (Don’t ask, I don’t know. 😀 )

Anyhow. So there I was. Soak & wet, dripping water onto the bathroom counter and floor, after having dripped it all over the bedroom, and writing out dialogue with a pencil on a piece of construction paper.

To top it all off… the orange colored pencil was dull and wasn’t really showing up well on the yellow paper, so I had to re-write over several worlds multiple times. — It took a bit.

I did eventually manage to get it down and hopped right back in the shower to finish up.

But it wasn’t without an adventure first. — You can be sure from now on I’ll have a laptop, a notebook, or something within reach while I’m showering.  — I learned my lesson. 😀

 

 

 

This Is My Life… World Series Edition

Y’all.. I don’t watch baseball. It’s boring.

But it was on mute in the background while I was working out & I was like they throw the ball… nobody hits the ball. They throw the ball… nobody hits the ball. They finally hit the ball… somebody catches the ball. So we start all over again… & again.. & again.

Then they did a monkey in the middle thing that didn’t make much sense to me & seemed kinda mean tbh. — Then I turned the sound on & picked a team… cause… why not? & then they looked like they were about to lose & at the home plate last second they took out the little guy running there… And all was not lost. I was yelling at the tv.. Like yeah.. we’re still in this thing.

We’re still in this thing?! WHAT?

Y’all I don’t even like baseball. I don’t know what’s happening right now. — But it’s still 1 to 1 & we’re heading into the 11th inning & I’m still watching. — Sooooo…. go Dodgers?!?✌😂

From Laundry To Walker Texas Ranger…

Aye Y’all.

I don’t really have anything to say. I thought I’d pop in because it’s been a minute… Like a week or so… & I wanted to say Hey.

My  husband & I went camping for a few days earlier this week & although I took my laptop.. I never even opened it. But alas, I’m opening now!

So I’mma tell y’all some random nonsense from my day. — You’re welcome. 😀

I couldn’t find my pencil bag earlier. Y’all know the ones you used to get in school to hold all your pens, pencils, markers & such? They have the holes and you can snap it into a binder and you’re all good? — I have one of those. I keep my pens, sticky note pads, small notebooks, and things like that in there. I also keep my little thumb drive in it. So it’s vital to my success. — Anyhow, I found it……. under a pile of clean laundry I dumped into the recliner earlier. Yes, I took it out of the dryer & dropped it into the chair like a good little procrastinater. & we’re not going to talk about that other load of laundry that’s still hanging out in the dryer either. Nope… it is of no importance. Y’all go on ahead and put it out of your mind… I already have. — Laundry? What Laundry? 😀

I watched an episode of Bonanza tonight at Mombie & Papa’s. Then an episode of Walker Texas Ranger immediately following that. It made me smile. I remember watching those shows as a kid because my mom watched them. & not as a kid because I was a kid when they came out… I’m one of those dreadful millennials the world warns you all of…. No, they were definitely re-runs from when I was either not born yet or… aged 2 til 10. (Yes, I just googled Walker Texas Ranger’s run time. Don’t judge me. 😀 ) — Anyhow… it was nostalgic & makes me wanna binge some Walker. — The heart wants what the heart wants…. & it wants the eyes of a ranger upon me. — Except not in a creepy way…. that definitely sounds sorta creepy and stalker-like. — No, I mean in a walker texas ranger way. He’s no creepy stalker. He’s the one that will take out your creepy stalkers. — Ya know what? I’m just gonna stop now. This is getting away from me. I have no idea what I’m saying right now.

Also, I cleaned my shower today. Tho I’m sure none of you care… I did indeed do so. — Does that now give me a free pass for failing to fold and put away laundry? I feel like it does. I’m going with yes.

Anyhow. I’m gonna skip out of here & do a little writing. (Not this writing, work writing.) & then go climb in bed & crash with my favorite husband & my favorite pup. I only have one of each of those, just to clarify. In case any of you thought I was collecting husbands and puppies. Tho collecting puppies does have its merits. 😀

See y’all soon!

 

With Love,
Heather!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Book Update — Big Change.

The title says it all.

I have, for the foreseeable future, tabled the book I have been working on.

When I decided to write my first book I didn’t realize that I was going to get lost in the mechanics of it all, so to speak. I didn’t know at the time that I was going to let genre choices, people, expectations, and pressure dictate the story I told. — But that’s exactly what I did.

Instead of focusing on a story that I was passionate about…. I made up a story that I thought would fit where I was trying to make it fit. — I have been trying to write in a way that hasn’t been true to me or who I am. I have been trying to write a book about something that I have zero passion for. I didn’t get lost in my characters & their lives like I should have. I tried… you’ll see that in posts prior to this one, but I think deep down my heart was never really in it. I’m the writer, & I wasn’t even interested in them. I’m still not interested in them. I tried to be… it just didn’t work.

Honestly, I was so worried about the readers I would alienate if I didn’t try to find some way to pull them in, that I made up a story that I thought would fit in several different boxes. — Only, it didn’t make me happy… & I’ve struggled to write it.

A few nights ago, I was outside enjoying the cold night air & listening to some music (My favorite way to relax & to just think, btw) & some characters & a story that goes along with them popped into my head. — That may seem strange to someone who doesn’t think in stories like I do, Lol, I’m not crazy, I promise. It’s just the writer in me. These characters weren’t strangers. Their story is one I thought of a while back & considered writing. Only… it’s a love story… which I thought at the time just wasn’t good enough. — I was wrong.

So I’ve made a decision to change course.

I’m going to write it. I’m going to write my romance-y book & forget all about the people who dislike romance in their books. If that is the case, then I may not be the author for them. & that’s okay. —- It just took me a long time to realize that it’s okay.

I decided to write my first book & then pieced a story together based off what I thought a majority would want to read. — & it hasn’t been working.

I thought if I changed what I was writing, that I was admitting failure. & maybe I am. I’m admitting that, for now, I have failed to make it work. But I started failing from the moment I began…. when I came up with an idea for all the wrong reasons.

If you’re a writer, then maybe you’ll understand what I’m about to say. Most of the time, we don’t choose the stories we tell… they choose us. & it’s those stories that are interweaved into who we are… and so we tell them. — With passion & with fire, we fall in love with what we’ve created as we share it with others.

So as much as I hate to even say it, because it makes me feel like a failure, I have to follow my heart. I screwed up in the beginning and even though I’m headed in the right direction now… I know there will be people who think I just couldn’t do it or that I’m just not dedicated. — That reality kills a little bit of the joy I have found & the confidence I have gained… but I won’t let it stop me.

So until next time,
Heather.