Oops

Sorry on my last post the word This was supposed to be a link.  I think it's working now but just in case it's not here is the link proper.
http://realestate.yahoo.com/promo/house-of-shelves.html

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House of Shelves

This caught my eye for obviouse reasons.  Look at all the shelves!  Though the house is only 557 square feet it can support 10 tons of books!  It may not be a great house for my two year old, but there is a part of me that really likes the minimilist approach to living the Japanese have.

Sell out for Cell Phones

I just got my first cell phone.  Actually I’m taking over my brother’s account on a cell phone he doesn’t use and doesn’t want to pay for.  I’ve resisted getting one for a long time.  I don’t like talking on the phone and they became more and more popular and it was EXPECTED that everyone should have one I, being contrary like I am, refused to do what was expected.  It seemed as if too many people were run by their phones.  But there have been just enough situations where I thought, hmmm, a cellphone would be convenient right now, and I gave in.  While getting it all transferred from my brother to me has been a pain that made me want to go back to phoneless communication, I have decided that it’s ok to own a cell phone.  I don’t have to like talking on the phone, this isn’t going to change that, but it will be there when I need.  It is going to serve my purpose, not the other way around. 

There are a lot of rules and advice about writing.  Anyone trying to get published is inundated and often terrified of the things we have to be aware of.  But like my new phone those rules are here to serve us, not the other way around.  Not every manuscript has to follow all the advice all the time.  The info is there when we need it to help solve a problem with our writing. I’m going to make the knowledge work for me.   However if I want the knowledge to be there when I need it, I have to start looking for it now.  I can’t wait until I break down then get the phone. 

Grrrrr

While Blogger allows me to post new posts from my laptop it apparently won't let me post comments. So while I won't be responding to any comments while on vacation I promise I am reading them. 

For those that want to know the trip went really well.  Truck Boy was AMAZING in the car.  There was less crying than on a regular day at home.  Hope you all have a fun week.

My Mother

As far back as I can remember I was surrounded by books.  My mother loves them and our bookshelves were always overflowing. Even though she was very busy she often took time to read to us and I remember sitting on the floor earnestly listening as she read The Twenty One Balloons, or Fantastic Mr. Fox.    

She is a constant source of inspiration and encouragement to me.  She’s been with me since the beginning when I would get so excited about a scene that I had to share it.  Even though they were painfully bad she still saw some good in them.  She listens when I get discouraged and cheers my successes. 

So much of who I am is because of who my mother was. It is because of her love of literature and reading that I grew to love it and it is because of her belief in my writing that I can believe in myself. Thank you mom, Happy Birthday. 

We Are On Our Way

The car is packed, the house is clean (mostly), and we have enough food to last us until August.  Today is the day we leave on vacation.  I’m so looking forward to it and not only because I desperately need a break from the love hate relationship I currently have with my Novel. 

I do have a new idea (new book) I’m looking forward to exploring while I’m gone, though I feel terribly guilty about it.  As if I was cheating on my spouse or had a separate, secret set of children.  Do others feel this way? 

Anyway, I will be around but my blogging may be a little sporadic and I may not meet my usual mon-wed-fri commitment. See you around and have a great weekend.  Now it’s time to see if all the planning will work and keep a two year old occupied and happy on a three day car ride. 

Time will Tell

They say time will tell.  Tell what?  Or better yet, tell whom?  There is no one left that is not under the influence of time.  I don’t have time.  There’s no time.  I have to make time.   Time runs our lives, circling us, pushing, pulling, herding us like sheep. 

I can’t see, touch or taste it, how does it control me so completely?  Ambiguous and elusive, there nothing to fight.  But I won’t give in.  I refuse to bow down to time.    I am breaking free from the constraints laid on me by something I can't see or touch or know.  I am taking time into my own hands. 

Later, it’s time to make dinner.