Automatic Writing

Today I am starting a new novel. Tryed to outline it first, but the story has yet to fully emerge from the nebulous misty clouds of ideas where the imagination likes to play. Writing this story feels like automatic writing - or at least, how I think it would feel. Maybe automatic writing feels like this. And if so, maybe automatic writing is this. Or maybe this is automatic writing -- only the spirits want to write fiction instead of relaying truths about the universe. Frivilous spirits bored with the afterlife. Looking to live out their endless days through fantasy. Frustrated artists seeking to live vicariously through their imagination. Reading would be easier. Write on.

Monet Coquelicots 

Reporting

The reporter career is really taking off. :) I am now covering town council meetings. Interesting stuff! Government at the grass roots level. Next, I may be running for governor. NOT LOL Now to write it up. Today, I interview the constables. They always have good stories. Speaking of which. One of our deputies gave me a great idea for a story which I hope to get published soon. There are so many idea for good tales. :)

Monet 

Night is a Lonely Hunter

What is more lonely than the arts--expecially writing? I guess some people write in groups--screenwriters maybe. But novelists--the voice inside their head is their constant companion. So what's so alone about that? I have my Monet puzzles. :) Who can look at Monet and feel anything but a sense of awe? :) Maybe I have just peeked over into the abyss. Two new novels coming up, and I'm not quite sure where to begin. Not like me. Usually, I just start. Probably what I'll do this time as well. So many possibilities. New worlds to conquer. Dream worlds. Sweet dreams! Those words echo through the fabric of time, don't they? Grandmother to granddaughter--and sugar-plum fairies danced in their heads. Colored marbles fitted into perfect wooden circles on a Persian rug. And the child played by the light of the evening lamp while he read. The grandfather. Sweet dreams. :D

BLONDE LOGIC

Most of you know I'm writing the novelette in weekly installments for the the local paper, The Banner. The novel is called BLONDE LOGIC. The owner of the paper called me last night and told me I've coined a new term in East Texas. BLOND LOGIC He says he hears people using it in causal conversation. Like: "Well, I figured out the problem, but had to use a bit of blonde logic. In the novel, I use it to mean skipping over logic and going straight to intuition. Cool, huh? I've been working on the research for two new books. Fun stuff. I love the research part of it. I guess I love all parts. I have been put in charge of three new columns for the paper. I guess I'm a real reporter now. LOL Yes, I actually get paid! It's not my favorite type of writing, but still, I do get paid to do what I love to do and that's write. I can't complain. :) Christmas shopping is starting already. (which is where I'll probably be dragged today) Fun, fun! I will write tonight when I get in. I'm getting used to the schedule. Run all day. Write all night. :D What a life! Onward and upward!

Monet -Woman Doing Needlework 

A New Start

Friday, a memorial service was held for my neighbor. The wife and kids left town for a few days afterwards to get away. My husband plans to have the remains of the fire cleaned up by the time they return. What's new? Well, I am trying to get a children's science fiction in my mind. I have a publisher waiting for the story. Yes, that's a bit backwards, I know. LOL They want fantasy with no magic. I've taken a week to think and plan, and the time has come to act. Or I could continue to work Monet puzzles instead. :) For those of you who haven't downloaded any of my puzzles, you are missing out!!! They are really great! But back to the writing. I am going to do the yearly November contest, so I need to get to work. Tomorrow will probably will be a real work day. Outlines and research!!! Plus my regular stories. Wish me luck! Onward and Upward!

Queen's Tea '04 

Horrible Tragedy

Yesterday morning, at four o'clock my husband woke up. Something was wrong. He looked out the window and told me to call 911. He said the neighbor's house was on fire. I did. Then, I dressed and went out the door to see if I could help. He was already outiside. When I left the house I could see the orange glow in the sky. My neighbor's boy's clubhouse. I pounded on my neighbor's door until someone woke up. My friend, Kate came to the door. I told her about the fire. She ran outside. "Where's Harry?" she asked. That was her husband. "I haven't seen him," I said. My husband was using a water hose to fight the fire. The clubhouse, build about five feet off the ground had collasped. The fire was hot, with flames shooting more than ten feet into the air. She asked him. "Have you seen Harry?" "No," my husband said. "Isn't he inside the house asleep?" "No," she said. "He was sleeping in the clubhouse." We were horrified. We knew there was no way he could have survived the fire and had to be still inside the burning rubble. Her two sons had come out by then. She told them to go back inside. We fought for about thirty minutes before the firetrucks arrived. My husband's efforts saved their home. We were heartbroken for their loss. It was so sad. They were the nicest family. The funeral is Friday. All prayers are appreciated.

Lookin' Out My Backdoor!!! 

Time Goes On

Wow, I can't believe so much time has passed since I last posted. I've been busy! Had dinner with two publishers, submitted a children's book for publication, and began editing another novel for publication. My Mallory novel was rejected by the NOIR publisher. He said Mallory was too nice and normal for the genre. :) He wanted someone damaged. He did say the writing was good. Tomorrow is garage sale day, although we may go Christmas shopping instead. I also have an interview to do. Busy, busy! The weather has finally turned to fall. I am wearing a robe and covered by a blanket. :) Should be in the fifties tomorrow--which is nice. Does anyone out there like puzzles? I've found some great jigsaw puzzles. Such fun and works the brain also. Brain fun!!! Onward and upward!

Down and Out

Sometimes you just get in the dumps. Don't know why you just do. The world who sang your praises yesterday--hates you today. Or worse yet, ignores you. Sound like I had a nothing day? No, very productive. Worked on plot outlines for three different. Have a great work day. Maybe it the waiting. I say it's for the rain, but it's more than that. No risk no gain. Tomorrow night I meet with a published of teen fiction. I am writing a teen mystery which I hope they will want to publish. Fingers crossed. Should be going to bed, but want to finish some needlework. first. Nightowl, that's me. Onward and Upward.

Designer Pillow 

THOUGHTS

Today the dialogue is running though my head and sending me twenty degrees past nuts. Happens that way sometimes. I think it’s a writer thing, but I could be wrong. Maybe it’s a me thing. How would I ever know—having lived in only my own head. Thoughts run simultaneously on parallel lines which never connect. Good for writing. Bad for life. People yaking outside--thoughts running inside. Makes the world a noisy place. Estascy resides in a focused thought. Finished my short story yesterday. Called it THAT'S ALL THERE IS. I know -- not the catchest. But the proper title was definitely improper. If you read it, you'd know what I mean. Started a new book today. No name for it either. A teen-age mystery. My first. Kind of fun. Not as serious as my normal fare. Gutsy, edge of your seat clean fun in the spirit of Nancy Drew. What next? BLONDE LOGIC, TIMELESS FIRE, NEW BOOK, and NaNo. What fun! Onward and Upward.

Geranium 

Lost Weblog

I already wrote this once this morning. Disappeared into the mists. Don't know what I was thinking about then, but now I'm thinking about dark. Moveis--books. Noir, that is. The movie "Seven", you say. Too dark for me. I'll see your "Two days in the Valley" and raise you one "Storyville." (Spader- at his best) The public has been in denial since Todd Brownings's "Freaks." Noir is more than just content. I hear a lot about the content, but not much about the style. The realistic, clean-cut style is what first drew me in. It wasn't as much reading the story as stepping into it. I've never been a sucker for a happy ending. Tolerate them pretty well, though. When I have to. Cracker is my idea of a good time. :)

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