This is really an odd time of day for me to write, but who knows maybe it will be the time that finally works for me! The ADHD in me could write at any given moment a hundred times a day, but the OCD demands that I schedule it at the same time everyday for a set amount of time. Luckily, I have just enough OCD to keep myself employed and able to run my household!
The reason for the time shift today is that my high school friend, whom I found out is my cousin at our reunion this weekend, just called and will be here in a couple of hours. I thought I better get my “postaday” done before she gets here and maybe I’ll be able to sneak in a few quotes or something this weekend. She is probably staying until Sunday!
I always thought of myself as a loner, since I have never had a problem being alone and even prefer to be most of the time. It seems that ever since I decided to move back to my hometown and write something, I have become quite social! Well, I guess that’s a story for another time…
…supposed to be working, Dr. Phil is on (the only TV I watch besides Grey’s Anatomy) and I gotta straighten up the house.
Saturday night, the girls from the class of 1980 held a reunion to celebrate my 51st birthday at Salt Creek Lodge. Most of us had not seen each other since high school but we seemed to pick up right where we left off. We talked about life after high school, success and failed relationships, kids, careers, and grandkids. We talked about people who had died from health problems, horrible accidents, and even murders. We wondered about people that we hadn’t heard from or didn’t know about and speculated about where they might be and what they were doing. We talked about staying in touch and all of the future possibilities of more get togethers. I learned that one of the girls was my cousin and we had never even known when we went to school together. We thanked each other on facebook and posted what we knew about others. I learned that LS had written a book and was most intrigued…
From “A Writers Coach” by Jack Hart about a Pulitzer Prize-winning story by Tom Hallman:
Tom’s first draft was just that, an initial run at the story that mixed great promise with plenty of disappointments. The second draft tied up loose ends, tweaked the structure, and sharpened the character development. The third polished the language, refined the imagery, and pushed through to the final level of excellence. Seeing that progression, one editor told me, was the most instructive lesson he’d ever had in newspaper writing.
In eleven more days I should have developed the habit of “posting” every day even if I haven’t written much yet! Now I want to create the habit of learning something about how to write every day. Now off to find a first draft of something I can apply this new knowledge to.
Hangin’ out around the campfire with old friends from school…it’s been over 30 years since I’ve seen most of them.
Havig a great time, we need to make this an annual event.
My friend from high school is here.
Spent all day at the hospital with Daddy, supposed to have surgery…didn’t, they sent him home. Will try again next month.
TJ not able to drive to class, gotta figure something out before Monday. He may have to walk or drive the 4-wheeler on the back trails until he gets his license. Good thing the college is only 2 miles away! KJ coming tomorrow, not sure when DH will be here. I’m very tired, must go to bed early. It will be hard to get writing in this weekend with so much company, will write Post A Day is Kicking My Butt, Part 2 Monday.
Mady called me, sang happy birthday
Daddy brought a new microwave, book, cat treats, truffles and fancy crackers.
he stayed and my 2 sisters came over for lunch
JS took me dinner
Best Birthday ever
It was snowing when I got up this morning. While I was waiting on my coffee to brew, I was looking out the window watching it snow. Then I noticed some little birds falling out of the trees like autumn leaves. I went and got my glasses, made my cup of coffee, and sat down by the window to watch. There were at least a hundred tiny birds, no bigger than a golf balls with heads, dropping out of trees and pecking around on the ground like they were eating the snow. They were brown with a little black on their wings and a fluffy tan underside if anyone can tell me what kind they were. I took a picture with my phone but you can’t see them.
The chamber of commerce luncheon was today so I called my son, TJ to come get me and we went. We were late because he would not ask his boss, who is his brother, if he could leave for lunch early! His brother TH, my son also, told him to tell me he loved me and give me a kiss. This is not usual and customary for him so I wonder what’s up. Especially since he came and took me to lunch last Friday which is also not normal. Hmm!
Wal-Mart gave the chamber all of their leftover Christmas decor, so they gave some to me. I have a giant box of assorted I don’t know what all and 4 cases of scented pine cones! It smells really good in here. The bosses son called to tell me he was having a meeting in my office so it is spotlessly clean now and the bathroom too. I’m glad to have that done since my dad will probably come by tomorrow to tell me happy birthday.
I was reading in The Daily Post about lessons from The Daily Post bloggers and all of the comments section. The comments were mostly about frivolous and boring posts just to get something on here every day. That describes my blog to a T! I know that most of my stuff is not worth reading, but the reason I signed up to blog is to create the daily writing habit. So when I discovered the post-a-day challenge in The Daily Post, I knew this was for me.
My first post just flowed out of me, with very little revision, like words from a natural-born writer. The next day I was brain-dead and have been ever since! I have wanted to write for as long as I can remember. Ever since I was able to read Highlights for Children and about how to send stuff in to maybe get published in the magazine. I daydreamed about writing a story as good as Little House on the Prairie or The Boxcar Children even before I was a teenager. I once started writing about finding a tiny person in the woods across the street from my house and letting her live in my Barbie house and wear her clothes but I could never think of an ending so I never finished. Then I read Ralph (mouse on a motorcycle?) and some other story about little people and thought people would just think I was trying to copy those stories so I threw it away.
Then when I was in Jr. High… (I still have work to do and have to go to bed…see ya tomorrow)