Erg.
My kids are taking a Capoeira class – it’s a Brazilian martial arts dance class thing. I thought I’d bring along my laptop and write.
Only this guy sat next to me and I froze.
Now, I’m sure he wasn’t interested in anything on my screen. But I just couldn’t bring myself to type while he was sitting next to me. I played Hearts instead.
I’ve mentioned before I have a hard time writing if anyone is nearby. So I guess it really wasn’t any big surprise. But I’m kinda bummed – an hour of writing time wasted because there weren’t enough seats for personal space. *sigh*
I’m doing Camp NaNo in a few days, and I’m already scared. The first week I’m going to my nephew’s graduation and I’m hosting a game night with the ladies of the neighborhood. Second week is my RWA meeting and staying the night in Jacksonville. Third week I’ve got plans to sing karaoke. Remind me again why we do this to ourselves??? :)
Ever wonder…
I like experiencing things that will help with writing descriptions – like riding the mechanical bull or doing a skywalk 40 feet in the air (okay, so what if I only made the first level of ten feet?). But over the weekend I had one of those unexpected experiences.
My awesome friend Lisa had an 80s-themed birthday party. I had to use the restroom after I got there. While I was using the restroom, someone else came in and started washing her hands. I flushed and got out of the stall… and it wasn’t a her washing hands. Uh…
“Did I walk in the wrong room or did you?” I asked.
“I think you did.”
I turned and there was a urinal. Oh, geez.
To make it worse, the gentleman in question was Lisa’s 15-YEAR-OLD NEPHEW (though he looked like he was in his early 20s). Oy.
So, now, here’s the thing. Do I stay or do I go? The thought of leaving the bathroom without washing my hands completely grossed me out, and since he was washing his hands, too (AND THANK GOODNESS FOR THAT!!!), I stuck it out and washed. Would I have done differently if he was using the bathroom? I’m glad I don’t have to think about it.
Any of you ever do that?
Flight booked!
Just bought my ticket to the RWA National Conference. Yeehaw! And I got a non-stop flight, so while it will involve two hours to get to the airport, it’s totally worth it.
Tomorrow I buy trip insurance.
Oy.
I’m sure it comes as no surprise to anyone that I’m not shy. Put me in a room full of strangers and I’ll have them singing rounds of Row, Row, Row Your Boat in no time.
I’m also not afraid of speaking in front of people. I’ve been in plays. I’ve sung in front of strangers. Been on job interviews. I’m also president of my local RWA chapter.
But… BUT on Saturday, I’m presenting a workshop. On fear. As in, ignore it.
Okay, granted, we’re doing a workshop blitz so it will only be 20 minutes, not 1.5 hours. And I’ve done many blog posts about this subject. But those were blog posts. Where I could carefully and thoughtfully carve out every word before its seen by the public. Not speaking about it like I know what I’m talking about.
*gulp*
How far she’s come
For those who don’t know – I like to consider myself somewhat of a grammar queen. I know more about comma placements and where apostrophes go than I ever wanted to know. I also write technical manuals, so that helps.
Eden Glenn was in my critique group, and while her stories were fascinating, I had a hard time following along because of comma issues and run on sentences and other things. She moved to another state so she had to leave our group, but we kept in touch and celebrated when she got published!
I read her novella, Raynia’s Magic. And I could feel her in the pages and like the title, it was magic. Smooth and engaging and amazing. Hard work, ladies and gentlemen. She found her niche and her groove and blossomed and I couldn’t be happier to read her work.
Okay, I know this posts sounds like an advertisement, but I wanted to relay how proud I am of her ability to stick to it and learn and grow and gain the published goal.
bye bye, 100×100
I made it about 14 days and then was so tired and so uncreative that I didn’t write. Then I got on another small roll, but came home after five days away and just couldn’t muster up enough energy to do anything other than watch the missed shows on my DVR.
So now here I am again.
