Monthly Archives: December 2015

More Than Words

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As I’ve been writing this novel, I started paying attention to the words that I used on milestone numbers.  Word 50,000 was ‘chocolate’ – and I think that was the only time that word has been used in the novel.  Word 60,000 was ‘stupid’.

I’m surprised by this.  I thought these words would be something commonplace like ‘and’ or ‘the’ or ‘transcendental’.  Okay, don’t worry, I’m not serious about the last one.  Or maybe the word would be the name of one of the characters that the main character interacts with the most.  A ‘Marla’ or ‘Dan’ or ‘Kelli’ perhaps.  But no, for my novel, it’s ‘chocolate’ and ‘stupid’.

Considering that the novel is about a man dealing with love (or the search for it anyway), his past, present, and potential future, I guess the word ‘stupid’ could be something that comes up fairly often though.   We’re all stupid when it comes to love.  At least we are at times.  And we really should be.  Life is far too short for us not to take chances and go for what we want.  Putting ourselves out there can make us feel like an idiot.  Being honest with someone about our feelings can be awkward and make us feel goofy and foolish.  But that’s okay.  It’s better than okay.  It’s life.

So maybe my novel is realistic if my main character is going to have moments of stupidity.  It’s true to that life.  And, just maybe, it’ll have some parallels to the life I’ve been living.  When all is said and done, we’ll have to see how much of my life you’ll be reading about.

Hmm…  That should make reading the eventual reviews quite an experience…

Merry Christmas!

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I can’t believe that there’s less than 4 weeks until Christmas.  And if that’s the case, you know I’m having a really hard time believing that it’s only hours away now…

It doesn’t help that we’re setting records for high temperatures this month and that its supposed to reach 70 degrees today (the average is somewhere in the high 20’s around here this time of year).  And, when the novel I’m writing takes place in late spring through early fall, my mind just isn’t on winter at all.  Especially when the weeds are growing, birds are singing and there’s the smell of green grass and approaching rain in the air.  It’s crazy.

Obviously I waited to do my Christmas shopping until the very last minute because the UPS driver just dropped off a handful of packages at the door.  He didn’t stop at any of the neighbors – not a single one – so I guess they were a bit more prepared…  Maybe once I start wrapping gifts (something that should take a while since it’s not something I’m overly talented at doing) it will feel a bit more like Christmas around here.  I’m debating whether or not to wrap Graham’s gifts since he’s going to let me unwrap them for him anyway.  Plus I wouldn’t want to take up too much room under the tree when he likes to nap under there anyway.  Seem like a fine excuse…?

Santa was across the street late this morning on a motorcycle in case you’re tracking his progress.  There were 4 other bikers escorting him on whatever route he was driving, so he appears to be well taken care of.  It makes me wonder where he was off to and what is going on for the kids today.

Every year, as Christmas flies by, I wish that I had been more involved in doing things for those who are struggling.  For those who really don’t have anything.  There are certain times of year that make it obvious how blessed we are, and Christmas really jumps out as the most blatant example.

So I wish you and your families and loved ones a wonderful, safe and merry Christmas.  And I pray that all children out there have a surprise waiting for them and can enjoy the day with a sense of excitement and wonder.  I’ll be in good ol’ Fayette County for Christmas but will still be remembering all of you in all of the places I’ve called home over the years.

Have an absolutely blessed Christmas!!

 

Keepin’ on…

Helping hold the hat in place on a windy day...

Helping hold the hat in place on a windy day…

Before anything else, I have to tell you that a weekend without a new episode of The Walking Dead just doesn’t feel like a complete weekend.  Just sayin’…

I’ve been pretty wound up lately with politics, current events, and everyone’s opinions and ideas about it all that I needed a mental break from it all today. Maybe I should run for mayor to start a political run of my own to make a difference, at least in this little part of the world, but not today…

You know it’s going to be an interesting day when your cat wakes you up. Not by jumping on you or by tapping you repeatedly in the face with a furry paw, but by turning on the television. And not just the TV.  Somehow Graham managed to turn on the satellite box this morning and I found him in the living room watching infomercials and looking longingly at the remote control.  If he knew which combination of buttons would tune in Animal Planet, I think this morning’s quirky start could turn into a daily event.

But he’s just been getting a bit stir crazy. We’ve had high winds for the past couple of days and, no matter how much he wants to go outside to play, when the fences, trees and plants still in their pots are blowing across the yard, a twelve-pound cat just doesn’t stand a chance. And, this morning, when he finally pushed his way out into the front yard (helpfully losing about a point of excess fur along the way), the UPS truck pulled up just then, chasing him back inside. Talk about bad timing. And on the last attempt, he made it out under my car before he just couldn’t take it any more and made a mad dash to the door, leaping over a rolling purple mum on the way. Let’s just say it’s windy enough that if I was a kid, I’d be grabbing a sheet and climbing up on the roof to see how far it could take me.  It’s still tempting…

I guess I must be getting a bit stir crazy too. And Graham has always fed off of my emotions ever since he was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I should really video us watching a Detroit Lions game together. We start out on the couch but then, before long, I’m up pacing the room trying to “calmly” explain to the coaches how to run a slant route or just what a defensive line stunt is, and Graham’s attempting to cross from the far side of the living room through the dining room to the kitchen without ever touching the floor. I get excited, he gets excited.  If I get a bit too worked up, he turns into the living embodiment of the Tasmanian Devil.

But for now, I’ve got to stay focused. I’m hoping that I’ll be starting to send out my query letters to agents, peddling my novel to all of them, before the grass is covered with snow.  But that means getting these finishing touches done soon.  And, when things happen like completely removing an entire chapter – like just happened the other day – it’s definitely a slower, more challenging process.  But it will be worth it.  Because I believe in it and I love the story.  So I have faith it will be published one of these days and finding its way into people’s hands.

Then I can start planning that book release party and start meeting people, shaking hands and kissing babies.  After all, I think it would be interesting to list in my bio on the second novel – “In his part-time, Drew works as the mayor of —— in Fayette County”.  Or…maybe not.