Beware The Writer/ My Ego

coffee mugThere are  times when being a writer goes to my head. Like this morning for example. My daughter has a big test today and asked if I would take her by a coffee shop before school. Since coffee sounded good to me too I agreed. So I dropped my son of at his primary school and took my daughter out for caffeine.

Yes, I know. Some of you are saying that is  horrible parenting, but there is  more sugar than caffeine in her drink. It is like glorified chocolate milk. She thinks she is drinking coffee and feels adult, while I con her into eating breakfast which is really what wakes her up. (Shhh that is parental trickery.)

Anyway, the line at the drive through was roughly 140,000 cars long so I decided to go in. My hair was pulled back in a pony tail and I was wearing sweats because it was chilly this morning. I originally had no plans of getting out of the car. I was just going to drop the kids off and come home to work in the garden.

(Before I continue, I should  mention that I have worked as a barista before. I understand what it is like on the other side of the counter. I did it for years.)

So I walked inside and I am the third person in line. Waiting patiently, I pick out the food I am going to order and watch the antics of the a very enthusiastic child in line ahead of me. Then suddenly it is my turn and I order, pay, leave a tip, and step to the side to await my food and drink.

Usually, they go over and bag up the food first. Instead the young man took the next person in line. Which I was okay with because it is Monday morning and all. People need their coffee or tea. Fifteen minutes later my drinks were ready at the other counter but I still hadn’t received my food.

I watched the young man rush around and prepare things for the other customers who came after me. I tried to catch his eye but he refused to look up. That was when I started to get annoyed.

In my head I was having a conversation along the lines of: Yes I am dressed down. If you give me my stuff I will leave! I have work to do. Oh no you did not just ignore me! You do not realize who you are dealing with my young man! Do you want that receding hair line immortalized forever in words?…tumblr_mlkf0pWOiX1s0x8bxo1_500

It went like that for another few minutes until I came to the realization that I sounded  like Chaucer from the movie A Knight’s Tale. Fortunately, a nice young lady came up and asked if she could be of assistance so I got my food and my daughter to school on time, even if she had to eat a bit hurriedly.

The saying is: “Writer’s get their revenge in print.”

I will not say I have never written people who have ticked me off into a story. Those annoying people are a valuable resource for a writer because they bring out strong emotions that translate to page and then to the reader. However, not  even that person’s mother would recognize them in my prose, because it is more that I write the feeling of them rather than the actual person. Writer’s draw on personal experience. That means both the good and the bad.

I even have a t-shirt that offers a disclaimer. It warns: “Be careful or you could end up in my novel.”

P.S.

For those interested, here is the quote from the character Chaucer in A Knight’s Tale.

“I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity.”~ Geoffrey Chaucer in A Knight’s Tale

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A Delay due to too much fun

Well, it is Monday. There should have been a post here this morning but it hasn’t been written yet. This isn’t the post either. This is a public service announcement to tell everyone that there will be a post forth coming, but at the moment I am recovering from Con-lag.

This weekend the kids and I took a trip up to Wizard World Comic Con in Raleigh, North Carolina. We had a really good trip. More details with be forth coming but at the moment I have to find a cup of coffee and then take my son to the doctor.  Con-lag is taking the form of a fever with him and I am hoping it isn’t Con-crud instead.

A Monday Moment

taken by Nanette Eubanks
Picture taken by Nanette Eubanks

It is a chilly Monday morning. The sun hasn’t risen yet but the moon sits heavy in the sky. The air is active, blowing the wisps of clouds across the still dark sky like wraiths flying home to beat the sunrise.

The wind chimes on my porch chink and twinkle sound. Nothing on my street is moving yet. It would be different if this were a typical Monday. Kids would be waiting at the bus stop and the houses would be lit from within as the people rushed around preparing for the day. But there is no school this Monday.

The bus stop kids are probably still snuggled in their beds, enjoying their last day to sleep in. Adults are probably still wrapped in blankets thinking five more minutes won’t hurt.

Right now, in this moment, everything is still except for the wind and the clouds. Right now everything is quiet except for the ring of  chimes. It is cold standing on my front porch, still in my pajamas and bare feet, but this is a moment I am glad I didn’t miss.

Why am I awake?

I am sitting on my couch with a warm cup of tea to my left and a cat taking up most of my lap. The cat, Casper, is making it very difficult to type; but in typical cat fashion he is ignoring my problems and attempting to shove his head under the keyboard to keep the light out of his eyes.

My son is also asleep on the couch and he occasionally kicks me. This makes the task of writing even more interesting. Both kids have been down with the flu. They are starting to feel better now though.

I am not yet caffeinated and it is a quarter to five on a Sunday morning. I should be asleep but my face hurts. My sinus are acting up. I took medicine but it has yet to kick in.

So why am I posting here on this dark cold early morning? Heck if I know. I sat down and needed to write and this is where I ended up. Maybe it is guilt for missing last Monday.

I’ve been having one of those “I am an awful writer” moods, where I want to give the whole thing up, toss in the towel, and let the writing ship sail off without me.  I have these from time to time. I doubt I’ll actually “give up” but I am depressed about it. Eventually, I will give myself a swift kick in the pants and get back to work. Hopefully it will be sooner rather than later.

Thursday Is Not Monday, but here is a post

whats-your-storyIt is currently 6 a.m. on a November Thursday morning. I missed Monday’s post again. It is getting more and more difficult to post on my work week.

I may have to go down to two posts a month rather than one every week. That is something I will have to consider later. Right now it is November so that means it is Nation Novel Writing Month.

Truthfully, I did not plan on participating this year. I have so much going on I did not intend to add one more thing. That was before vampire slaying hobos happened though. (Long story.)

So now a friend of mine and I are writing novels about the same characters hoping that by the end of the month, between the two of us, we will have an actual readable book or at least a few short stories. We only have working titles right now but look for our finished project sometime in January.

Right now I have some writing to get done. Since both kids are home sick I need to get to it while they are still asleep. Have a great day everybody and happy writing!

Monday Calls

So I missed a post last Monday. I did notice, after the fact. My work week always has me losing track of days. I think that is why they put the date on the phones at work and hang calenders all over the place.

I have lost count of how many times I have glanced at the phone display and realized that either I have time traveled or it wasn’t the day I thought it was. The calenders are there for a second reference.  Once we realize the date we have to check to make sure which day of the week it is. I have gone from phone to calender, then turned to my co-worker to announce “It’s Tuesday!”  on multiple occasions.

Sometimes this is met with a “Well, yeah.” And sometimes it is met with a “It is?!”

But today, today I am not at work. (At least not the money paying one.) Today is most definitely Monday. I didn’t even have to check the phone or calender. I could hear Monday in the chirp of the alarm clock and the desire to stay huddled in my blankets.

Monday was in the way my kids trudged to the bathroom and ate breakfast with half opened eyes. Monday was the fog hanging thick in the air as if the world itself wasn’t ready to be awake. Monday was evident in the slow drivers and the coffee commercials on the radio. (Coffee commercials are always on the radio but today they all sounded so much more appealing.)

Monday is in the phone call I just received from my son while writing this post. He forgot his glasses and I need to bring them to him, so this post will have to be cut short. Monday Calls.

Broken Ankles and Writing

Stress_FractureMy son has a hairline fracture on his ankle. We think. Apparently it is really hard to tell with kids because their bones are still growing. We have to wait until the injury begins to heal to find out if there is actually a crack. There will be calcium deposits along where the fracture is healing.

I am not sure what they intend to do once they verify his ankle is indeed broken, but right now we have it in an air cast. He takes ibuprofen and Tylenol for the pain and my dad made him a cane to help him hobble around. Funny thing is though, the pain in his ankle seemed to grow on the way to school this morning.

Don’t get me wrong. I am positive he is in some pain. The thing aches even when he isn’t using it. However, the whimpering coming from my back seat was no where in sight until we left the house. He managed to limp to the bathroom and his bedroom without much complaint, but the closer we got to school the more it seemed to hurt.

It’s Monday. I understand. I didn’t really want to get up this morning either. With the help of the principal I got him out of the car and on his way though.  Then I began to think.

I thought about my son and his aching ankle and came to the conclusion it is a little like writing and writing time. You set aside time to write, but the closer and closer it gets to that time you have more and more things to do, or maybe you find more and more excuses not to sit down.

I’m just not feeling it today. I’ve got writer’s block. My hands/back hurts. I really should get to that laundry/dishes/vacuum. 

Sound familiar? I do it too. Writing can be hard. Often we want to just wait until it motivator312687f0669fbfe47c2a3fe4249375fe980cc139becomes easier. We put it off because it is difficult. The problem with that is, you aren’t going to get better and it isn’t going to come easier unless you do it.

You just have to put your butt in the chair and write. Use duct tape if you have to.

*sound of tape ripping*  Someone remind me to pick up a new roll.