Thursday, September 13, 2012


You heard it here folks, I'm normal. Those aren't usually the words that I use to describe myself, though increasingly I realize that if something pleases the rest of humanity, ie McDonald's french fries, it will probably appeal to me as well. But that's not what I mean...

Over the past few weeks, I've had a hard time moving forward on the book. Mostly, I blame this sudden change on the fact that my attention has been diverted to moving forward in general- trying to buy a house in a new city, new state, and all the joy and logistical planning that goes into moving a family of 5 within the military. Yikes.

However, it's not all just about the move, though it came at a somewhat convienent time to get the bulk of the blame. I have just reached a point in the story that I knew was coming...the writer's block. (cue dreaded suspense music) I'm in an awkward position between knowing where I was and knowing where I want to be, and now, I have to write myself out of it.

Thankfully, inspiration is seeping into my brain by hearing the wise words of someone more experienced tell me that this is normal. NORMAL. I'm so excited. In the legendary words of Cpt. Jason Nesmith, "Never give up, never surrender."

I love that there is no wrong way to do this. I love that no matter how much trouble I have, the issues are not insurmountable, and I love that hundreds - nay- thousands of writers before me have walked this path. The only thing that I can do to mess this up is not to do it at all.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Hello Again

Writing these days is hit or miss. I'm in the process of moving from Georgia to Kentucky, which is a pretty huge undertaking and has therefore taken the majority of my creative thinking juices for the past several weeks. Howsoever, I'm pleased to be on our way to owning a home again and living in Louisville, KY, which is a fantastic city of which I am thrilled to become a resident.

Just when I thought it would be another month before I was able to focus on West again, the urge to write hit me today as did the desire to share another chapter with you, so here I am at Panera hoping to do both in the short time I have to work before my duties at home call me forth.

As before, I give this disclaimer: this is a rough draft of chapter two. As rough as they come. Like it, love it, hate it, it's okay. I've figured out that putting it out there makes me feel productive, like there's a piece of it that made it out of my hands. I'm sure someday I'll review this blog and scrutinize the choice, but for now, I'll ignore my future self and post away.