Editing

So my English teacher from 9th grade is helping me edit my book. I always have a story to tell in my head, but they don't always come out grammatically correct. I will admit English as a whole was not my best subject in school. I love the literature part but forming sentences in the correct order....not so much. I guess I should have paid more attention, huh?

So she read the book first and then went back to edit it, so here we go. I meeting with her Saturday if all goes well and we will start the process. I'm more than excited yet I want to barf all at the same time. The fact that someone else is reading my book and then they are going to tell me what is wrong with it is more than terrifying.....to say the least.

I want her to be brutal, because I want it to be good, yet on the other hand I want her to tell it's perfect no changes needed. Yeah right!

So how did you feel the first time you let someone read your work?

What I want to be when I grow up!

Looking back I should have known all along that I wanted to be a writer. In kindergarten I never wanted to read the books I always wanted to make up my own. I started writing songs when I was in the 3rd grade and poetry by the 6th grade. There should have been a big red flashing neon sign that said "WRITER" but it didn't. I'm 31 about the be 32 and I just figured out last year that I want to be a writer. Who knew? Well I feel like I should have, but I didn't. I wish that I had went to college before I got married and had kids and my life began, but I didn't. I remember the first book I started writing(never finished) I was sitting as the desk of the funeral home I was working at. Yes I went to school to be a funeral director, another story. I started writing on post it notes. My mind was running so fast and to think at that time it still didn't hit me I should be a writer. That was over 10 years ago. I still have those first few chapters that I wrote. I took them out a couple of months ago and read them....eh not half bad.

I kept a journal all during high school and wrote poetry out the ying yang. But the more I think about it I'm glad I got a few years of life under my belt. I can see things in a different perspective than I did 10 years ago.

So here's to writing! Did you always know that you wanted to be a writer?

Creative Block

So I really haven't written anything about my writing. That's because I'm stuck. The creativity is not flowing. I've tried reading books in my genre, I've tried music that once inspired a great chapter, I've tried meditating on my story board that I made.....nothing. Why is it that some days I can sit down and pound out 50 glorious pages and others I can't even muster up 1 pages? It kills me that I know what the story entails and what's going to happen in the end, but I can't seem to get myself there.

So what do you do to get your creativity flowing?

Puffer Fish

If you haven't seen the movie 'My Sister's Keeper' I warn you now, you will look like a PUFFER FISH once you have. A puffer fish you might be asking yourself? Well I watched the wonderful tear jerking movie last night. I knew in advance that I was going to cry, I just didn't know to what extent. I had seen the previews in the movies and cried just while watching the 3 mins preview. So I got my box of tissue and settled into my recliner. What I didn't expect was to cry at 98% of the movie. While I will admit I'm easy to cry I didn't not realize the effect it was going to have on me.
So this morning I awoke to my eyes swollen shut do to the amount of crying I had done the night before. All the while looking like a puffer fish. The first 45 mins of my morning was spent with cool compress and cold spoons on my eyes to get the swelling down enough so that I could get my contacts in.
So be forewarned if you have not seen this movie it will give you puffer fish syndrome.

I love the idea of pets

Some are wondering just what this means. Well let me start from the beginning of my pet affection.

When my husband and I first got married we thought we wanted a basset hound. We purchased one from a local breeder and she was beautiful. Except that she howled all night long, no matter if you had her in the bed with you or not. So we got her a stuffed animal thinking this would help with the fact that she was not longer with her siblings, not so much. So this went on for weeks and never let up so eventually we gave her to someone with a farm. (Last I heard she was doing fine) Thus began our pet journey. From there we went on to have fish which I might add was the longest pets we’ve ever had they lasted almost 2 years before I killed them all. We had a jack Russell terrier (from the animal rescue league) for 2 weeks before he ate my new coach (and he went back to the animal rescue). We got a bunny (don’t ask I’m not sure what we were thinking) I think he lasted a week. He liked to spray pee on everyone. From there we took a hiatus for a couple of years. Then we went exotic and got an iguana. I will have to say this was my favorite pet of all he’s name was Louis and he would give you kisses on the check and sit on my shoulder, he was over 4 feet long. I believe we had him for a little over a year. Now at the time we were living with my dad because he was going through a divorce and we were trying to help him out financial. Well then we bought our first house and the first month’s electricity bill was over $300 because we decided to give Louis his own room, well let’s just say he went to live at a new home. (Veterinarian) A couple of years went by and we got a Great Dane. (I still love the idea of having one of these massive animals) I believe we had her for a month before we gave her to our next door neighbor who in turn gave it to someone else. (She liked to poo everywhere) We then tried to give the basset hound another try. She lasted a month also and she went to live at my father in laws house, where she still lives.(might I add that she was stolen from their yard and brought back 2 weeks later) Then we got some free dogs from the Wal-Mart parking lot (2 of them, not sure why) I had them for 2 weeks. We had a white miniature schnauzer for one day, yes one day. As you can see I’ve never mentioned cats and that’s because I’m allergic however we did attempt one cat and she lasted a month before she fled the house and was never seen again.

So that is my experience with animals. At one point in time before we had kids I wasn’t so sure we should. I mean if I can’t keep an animal what on earth am I going to do with a child. Now you know why I love the idea of pets. They sound great but once I get them home, not so much.

Do you have any crazy stories about pets?

Inner Redneck

Inner Redneck? I know everyone has some deep down, it might be buried but it’s there. I conjured up mine this weekend with a Monster Truck show. And since I live in Mississippi I didn’t have to dig too far.
I will admit at one point in time I did enjoy these lovely shows of thrill seeking, fume smelling and grunt making. It has been close to 10 years since I’ve attended a Monster Truck show but in honor of my 5 year old son we went.
The high light of the Monster Truck part was the El Camino truck, which I might add had a women driver. Of course at that point my husband had to bust out the parody that one of our local radio stations made out of ‘Womanizer’ called ‘Woman Driver’. It’s great I assure you. Ah calling all rednecks!



There was a climax to this show though, motorcycle and four wheeler motor cross jumping. (Hope I said that right) This was where the real excitement was and I mean that truthfully. If it wasn’t for them I would have to say that the whole show was a bust. But to my amazement they were wonderful, all the tricks and flips they did. At which point my son turned to me and said mommy I want to do that. Wonderful every mother dreams of her son wanting to do a job that requires blood and broken bones. I will admit I would let him do it, if he really wanted to purse it, but don’t think I won’t have a few heart attacks myself in the process.


So how do you conjure up your Inner Redneck?

First Blog Ever

So I'm totally new at the blogging thing. If I mess up or look stupid oh well at least you will get a good laugh for the day.

So I'll start with who I am. I'm a 31 year old writer (published not so much but keep your fingers crossed) so I still have to keep my day job (accounts receivable clerk). I've been married for 11 years to the most perfect man in the world except that he has an aversion to taking out the trash and his socks like to live in the middle of my living room floor. I have 2 wonderful, beautiful children that drive me crazy. They are both on the opposite end of the spectrum. My 7 year old daughter is not a morning person, she is a totally drama queen (can't wait for the teen years) and she is lazy all my characteristics. My 5 year old son is a total morning person (would get up before the sun if I didn't growl at him when he comes to my bed), and could run circles around the road runner and never get tired. I'm not sure who he gets that from.

I've just really discovered that I want to be a writer. I ask my husband all the time what do I want to be when I grow up and I think I finally know. When I look back I think I've always been a writer I just didn't realize it. I always wrote poetry during my high school years and I actually found a old manuscript that I started writing when I was in college that I never finished. The sad thing is I don't truly remember where the plot was going but it was cool to look back and see that I did have the ability to write.

Just a few odd things about myself and some not so odd. I'm left handed and I love all left handed people. That is usually the first thing that I will notice about someone. (That is if they are writing in front of me.) I'm terrified of roaches, yet I let the spiders live with me. (What? They eat all the other bugs) Don't get me wrong if it's big and it's coming towards me it's going to get killed. I love fog! (don't ask me why) I love the idea of pets. (I'll explain on a later blog) I've always wanted to jump out of any air plane. I still reminisce about FRIENDS. (greatest show every made) I talk backwards all of the time so if I type something backwards just understand that's why. I love to make up words. (I'll tell you my favorite one day too) And being a writer you would think that I could spell don't be so sure. I'm sure there are lots more but we'll save it for another day.

Hope everyone has a great weekend. I'll talk to you Tuesday!