There's Something About January

I don’t know exactly what it is, but I find I’ve been tearing into things and, most importantly, completing them. Is it the excitement of a new year with anything possible? Is it all the snow and cold outside and the quilts, cat, books, laptop and fireside indoors? I don’t know and I don't think I shouldn’t examine the reason too closely, but go with whatever magic is working.

Maybe, just maybe, I’m becoming that which I most want to be. Maybe I’m becoming fearless.

I’ve noticed I laugh more at the little voice that tells me what I’m attempting to do in a writing a story is beyond me. When I hear that voice, I think, okay, then, I’ll just have to leap farther than I thought, throw myself in and see if I plummet or fly and if I plummet, it’s all right because next time I’ll have that experience on which to draw.

So January comes with a warning. If you hang around me, you’re with someone standing a lot closer to the edge than I ever used to stand. And I’m ready to jump.

Done

I haven’t blogged much this year, but I have been writing. I achieved a big goal, finishing the first draft of a mystery. I also attended a writers’ conference, talked to an agent and, at one time, had eight short stories out in the world at once.

I did it and because I did it, I can place a check mark in the DONE column.

DONE!!!!!

There is that nagging little voice, though, the one that says, okay, you did it, now what? The little voice that reminds me I need other goals if I want to keep moving forward. The little voice that says, 2011, a whole year in front of you! What are you going to do with it?

Dang you, little voice!

So, here goes. I’ve decided to do some of it again. Get more short stories out into the world, write the first draft of another mystery AND rewrite and polish the first draft I finished in 2010.

And that’s enough for a start.

Happy Thanksgiving Week

Haunted

My studio is haunted.

I don’t suppose anyone ever has all the time they’d like to do those things they find most enjoyable. We have a moment here or there, sometimes a whole afternoon, rarely a day. For many of us, this means lots of unfinished creations waiting, usually patiently.

However, I don’t think my particular unfinished creations are so patient any more. When I pass by the door to my studio which doubles as the door to the basement, I’ve been hearing murmuring. My husband assures me this is the washing machine running, but I’m not so sure. I think the pumpkin-headed figures I make are getting tired of waiting for me to decide how they’ll be dressed or what they’ll be holding. I wonder if the other figures, the ones that are still half-formed in my head or jotted down on paper are complaining, wondering if they’ll ever be anything more than an idea.

I’m going to be brave and go down and face them, try to give them time I’ll steal from doing something else. I’m going to try and make them real in an effort to stop the haunting.

But just in case it’s another seven months before I post, I do hope someone checks on me.

Eeekkkkk!

Hanging with my Peeps

I don’t know who wrote that they could tell spring was here because they’d seen Peeps in the store (yellow chicks only for me, thank you), but I know spring is here when I get to hang with my Peeps at Southern Exposure Herb Farm, southernmoon.com. If you’ve never been there, sign up for a class and go. A couple of dear friends and I will be there this Friday night for a wine tasting dinner. Let’s see, friends, wine, dinner and Southern Exposure.

It’s spring.

Forecast

I’m going to hedge my bet a bit here and forecast - WEATHER. That’s right, I forecast that we will have weather. We’ll have days of rain, possibly still a bit of snow, and then the flowers will bloom. Overcast days with shafts of sunlight poking through. Brilliant sunny, blue sky days. Days when we laugh at the shapes we see in the clouds. Clear nights with the stars diamond-studding the darkness. We’ll have days when people complain about the heat and days they complain about the cold, we’ll have soft warm breezes that ruffle the daisies and fierce winds that flatten the grass. There will be sudden downpours. There will be hail. There will be Warnings! There will be the day we see the first robin, the first bud on the lilac bushes, the first leaf changing in the fall. There will be perfect days we remember always in our mental scrapbook, days we bank against those times of far less than perfect. There will be days we share with friends and days we hug to ourselves. There will be days when the Weather and the Warnings mean we change our plans. There will be days when the rain doesn’t come after all and the picnic isn’t cancelled. There will be days and nights and days of weather.

My forecast is for weather.

Goals

I’d hoped to have at least six pieces of fiction out at once at some point this year. I’ve got SEVEN out right now! I feel like an Olympian.

By the way, a big shout out to Canada for winning gold medals while hosting the Olympics. I love it when the neighbors do well.