Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I was cleaning out an old folder on my desk and this photo fell out. It's the front door of the house I grew up in. Seeing it sent a rush of old memories across my mind. We were always able to tell people, Oh, our house is the only one on the block with a red door. I remember really liking that distinction as a kid. I still do.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
|Half dead or half alive?|
As I was enjoying the great outdoors, I noticed my poor neglected plants. I don't know about you, but when I'm deeply engrossed in a project, one hundred to-do's fall away and are forgotten. Like watering plants. Like getting a haircut. Like visiting my little blog.
Well, my excuse is that I've been making steady progress on the next book. I've been trying to get that necessary very bad first draft down on paper so that I can finally discern what this story is about. There's no escaping this part of the journey. Each time YOU pick up a book there are thousands of deleted pages and dead plants behind it. It's true! That beautiful story you hold was once a rebellious smash-up.
I just finished my very bad first draft (aka - rebellious smash-up) and I realized that it resembles my neglected backyard plant. You see, despite a serious lack of attention, this once lovely summer gardenia is still half-alive. It has green sprouts and dead brown twigs. That is how I feel about my first draft. Some things should be fertilized and coaxed into new growth. Something things should just be snapped off and thrown into the compost.
So that's what's been happening in this writer's life. I'm going to try not to commit too much more herbicide.
Hope your day is terrific and includes a great book. Here are a few great books I've recently read:
MY SISTER LIVES ON THE MANTLEPIECE
DEAD END IN NORVELT