There is one type of blogger and writer that I admire. Okay so there’s actually quite a few, so I’ll start again. One of the types of bloggers and writers that I admire is the humorous/witty one. You know the ones that make your eyes run down your face and the sides of your mouth strain?
Last week Megan over at Writing Out Loud blogged about finding your passion. I always love Megan’s insightful thoughts and this certainly got me thinking…
Do you find your passion or does it find you?
I wrote the other week about the importance of characters and my thoughts on how crucial they are to the story, and 75,000 words into my current work I am really happy with my characters. They are well rounded and have found their voice. They are emotionally responsive, flawed and relateable; everything I wanted them to be. And I think I have succeed in them them taking me on their journey,showing me what they would do next rather than me telling them. So on the character front I think I am doing okay, maybe even well but one thing that is challenging me and creating negative dialogue in my head is the story line and subplot.
Sunday night Mr. Husband and I travelled to the ‘big smoke’ to see P!ink in concert. A combination of road trip, concert and 24 hours without children – I was very excited indeed!
I have been a Pink fan ever since she burst onto the scene in in 2000 with her singles ‘There you go’ and ‘Most girls’. Pink was different, angry and soulful and just the thing needed at the time to liven up the deflated music scene.
When I’m writing late at night, the house is quiet but for a few snores from the husband and the dog, sometimes I just don’t know where the time goes. One minute it is 10pm and the next it’s past midnight.
Do you ever have those days where everything just pisses you off? Even things that you would normally enjoy or laugh at seem to irritate you. Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong and the day will turn into one big ugly smelly pea soup!
Yep, I’m having one of those days.
I haven’t been blogging much lately and that seems to be the opening line of my last few blog posts. Recurring theme perhaps? It’s not that I haven’t had anything to blog about, no quite the opposite. My brain is full of blog fodder, but getting it in order is the difficult part.
When I come to blog I tend to let the words just roll off my fingertips, direct from my brain. A lot of the time they don’t make much sense until I go back and edit them, putting them in a sensible order and polishing the paragraphs so they are nice and shiny. But lately I’ve been confused.
I’m not a winter person, never have been. The coldness of winter makes me want to hibernate like the North American Grizzly Bear.
Wouldn’t it be nice?…
You see I’m not actually a good runner, in fact ‘running’ by definition is not what I do. It’s more of a jog really, or a Cliff Young shuffle – remember him?
Anyhow, after a little spell from the pavement I’m changing up my exercise routine from the cardio/strength DVD and I am pulling on my sneakers again.
If there is one question I hate being asked it is the old ‘So… what do you do?’ What do I do? What don’t I do more to the point? But that’s an entirely different post for another day! You see we are so much more than just one thing, one label. It got me … Read more