My kids are in the living room...
... watching a movie and I’m about to try to jockey for position on the couch so that I can go to sleep. The beds are all taken, I have a full house tonight and I couldn't be happier. I made dinner and we watched the White Sox win. Now everybody is pretty much falling asleep in the living room. I can hear them teasing each other and I love it. There isn’t much sweeter sound than your children...all grown up and decent, sitting in the next room having a nice evening. Tomorrow, that sound will be a bit louder, my grandchildren will be here as well. It should be a grand weekend indeed.
I’m trying to write a book and I can’t seem to find the discipline to keep at it. I was wondering why I could always find the time to come here to write and it occurred to me that I know you will be here looking for something different and I don’t want to let you down. So, I thought that I should apply the same concept to my book. This is the third one, and I’m having a dreadful time getting started. So, what I’ve decided to do is to mix the two ideas, writing a book and creating a blog, to increase my chances of finishing the book.
So, I’ve created a blog that is pretty much just the book, as I work on it, all in different stages of editing. Readers will be able to watch me screw up...they can even let me know when I’ve screwed up. They can send any comments, criticism and courteous contemplations that they might see fit. I thought that maybe by following along, aspiring authors might be able to learn from my mistakes and maybe even help me along.
It is coming up in parts, I don’t know which is the beginning yet, as I said, it isn’t edited yet. But as I write more and more, I will put the pieces together and hopefully, as I said, put together some sort of coherent yarn that somehow maintains interest. Well, that’s my goal, anyway. So, feel free to stop in and see what I’m up to at:
http://www.WatchMeWriteABook.blogspot.com
The working title is Through the Woods, for my mother who always liked to sing Over the River and Through the Woods on the way to Grandmother’s. Heck, I guess that makes it for Grandmother as well, but that’s good too. I come from some good stock.
Oh, by the way, I’ve been looking for the link list, I’ll put my favorite links over there if I can’t get them onto this one. I’ve already looked for the thing in the code but I haven’t found it yet. I will...if it’s there. If not, I think that I should be able to have my little bald friend help me there, HEY...LITTLE BALD FRIEND!!!! ARE YOU THERE? I need for you to do me a solid. Call me if I haven’t spoken to you by the time you read this.
He should be able to help me with that.
I still have the grisly bottle of saki that my father brought me. That stuff has a repugnant tang to it...sort of the taste of alcohol with no taste, it’s appallingly wretched. And no, I didn’t warm the stuff up. I can’t imagine that it would all of a sudden taste good because it got warm. Why any human would drink that stuff outside of war is beyond me. I get the shivering willies just thinking about how it tasted, 4 months later. I took two sips. One to be totally taken aback by the obnoxious liquid and the second to try to place the alarming none-taste yet highly objectionable combination that was in that glass. That was it. I’ll never drink saki again. Now THAT sounds like the title of a book...doesn’t it? I’ll Never Drink Saki Again. OK.
Well, it’s Friday night/Saturday morning and I should go to bed. By the time you read this I hope to be making blueberry blintzes with my daughter.
Meg
But, before I go to bed, I think I'll eat a little bit more of my frosting. Tonight I noticed that this stuff comes in the same size packaging as Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream. Frosting and a spoon. I love being an adult.
... watching a movie and I’m about to try to jockey for position on the couch so that I can go to sleep. The beds are all taken, I have a full house tonight and I couldn't be happier. I made dinner and we watched the White Sox win. Now everybody is pretty much falling asleep in the living room. I can hear them teasing each other and I love it. There isn’t much sweeter sound than your children...all grown up and decent, sitting in the next room having a nice evening. Tomorrow, that sound will be a bit louder, my grandchildren will be here as well. It should be a grand weekend indeed.
I’m trying to write a book and I can’t seem to find the discipline to keep at it. I was wondering why I could always find the time to come here to write and it occurred to me that I know you will be here looking for something different and I don’t want to let you down. So, I thought that I should apply the same concept to my book. This is the third one, and I’m having a dreadful time getting started. So, what I’ve decided to do is to mix the two ideas, writing a book and creating a blog, to increase my chances of finishing the book.
So, I’ve created a blog that is pretty much just the book, as I work on it, all in different stages of editing. Readers will be able to watch me screw up...they can even let me know when I’ve screwed up. They can send any comments, criticism and courteous contemplations that they might see fit. I thought that maybe by following along, aspiring authors might be able to learn from my mistakes and maybe even help me along.
It is coming up in parts, I don’t know which is the beginning yet, as I said, it isn’t edited yet. But as I write more and more, I will put the pieces together and hopefully, as I said, put together some sort of coherent yarn that somehow maintains interest. Well, that’s my goal, anyway. So, feel free to stop in and see what I’m up to at:
http://www.WatchMeWriteABook.blogspot.com
The working title is Through the Woods, for my mother who always liked to sing Over the River and Through the Woods on the way to Grandmother’s. Heck, I guess that makes it for Grandmother as well, but that’s good too. I come from some good stock.
Oh, by the way, I’ve been looking for the link list, I’ll put my favorite links over there if I can’t get them onto this one. I’ve already looked for the thing in the code but I haven’t found it yet. I will...if it’s there. If not, I think that I should be able to have my little bald friend help me there, HEY...LITTLE BALD FRIEND!!!! ARE YOU THERE? I need for you to do me a solid. Call me if I haven’t spoken to you by the time you read this.
He should be able to help me with that.
I still have the grisly bottle of saki that my father brought me. That stuff has a repugnant tang to it...sort of the taste of alcohol with no taste, it’s appallingly wretched. And no, I didn’t warm the stuff up. I can’t imagine that it would all of a sudden taste good because it got warm. Why any human would drink that stuff outside of war is beyond me. I get the shivering willies just thinking about how it tasted, 4 months later. I took two sips. One to be totally taken aback by the obnoxious liquid and the second to try to place the alarming none-taste yet highly objectionable combination that was in that glass. That was it. I’ll never drink saki again. Now THAT sounds like the title of a book...doesn’t it? I’ll Never Drink Saki Again. OK.
Well, it’s Friday night/Saturday morning and I should go to bed. By the time you read this I hope to be making blueberry blintzes with my daughter.
Meg
But, before I go to bed, I think I'll eat a little bit more of my frosting. Tonight I noticed that this stuff comes in the same size packaging as Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream. Frosting and a spoon. I love being an adult.
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