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"My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living."

.Anais Nin

Last Friday night we had a Robert Burns Night with my parents where we read the poetry of Robert Burns (well, Nick did, but that's because he had the best Scottish accent) and had some traditional Scottish foods (but not haggis).  (that's writing related, right?)

Sunday the kids practiced basketball while I  fixed up my desk area where the by-hand writing goes on.
 


It is tidier and makes the writing go better since I'm not scrambling for pens or notebooks.  I've tidied up my computer so I know where the files I'm currently using are and I've set up a profile for everyone else so I can have mine be whatever I want and don't have to worry about boy eyes on my things and them getting confused by the voice control setup that I've been using.
 
I have been writing this week.  Lots of writing and writing related stuff going on.  Working on two novels and a few sad poems.  I'm enjoying flipping through old notebooks and files of writing from a couple years ago to see what I would've written had I not fallen off the writing track.  It's fun putting stories together again and for that I am very  very happy with the universe.
 
Wednesday I was all ready for the call to work.  I got up, made myself lunch, dressed in subbing clothes....and no call.  Of course.  So I did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, and let myself have 2 hours of lovely writing time.  It was glorious.
 
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Sorry I haven't posted in a while.  We were all sick over the Christmas break (upper respiratory flu, bronchitis, then stomach virus) and I was either sleeping or cleaning up messes.  Then I got called up for subbing (I'm a substitute teacher) three days in a row.  Add to that regular daily life, planning for a trip to Ireland & Scotland, and investigating the possibility of going back to school for my master's degree and there's been very little writing worthy to write about: more Sad Poetry, basically, and a few more vignettes.

This weekend was my Writing Retreat with Steph.  We took a condo (really a studio apartment) in Austin, carefully guarding our location so people we knew there wouldn't bother us, and made the drive out there (2 hours for Steph, 5 for me).  We chose the place based on its location to places we knew we wanted to visit (Penzey's spices for appeasing the husbands, Half Price to use my gift card from Christmas, and a couple good restaurants Steph wanted to introduce me to), but planned mostly to stay in and doing writerly things.  Ha.  The kitchen was way too small for cooking, plus we never could locate pots or pans, so we ended up eating out a lot, while discussing writerly things.  

We also perused the writing guides at Half Price and picked up some good ones and read to each other the good bits of those, taking copious notes (well, I did at least) from the good ones.  I also pieced together bits from old story ideas that I thought would go together well in the novel I've been having hang over my head for a while now.  I edited those bits for names and tenses and shoved them into my outline where they belonged (also made the outline, as before I just had one big scene for the novel and that was it).  Then I fleshed some of those bits out (they were mainly just more outlinish things).  In the end I added about a thousand words of actual new writing.  

It was a really great weekend!  :)
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I seriously don't have a better title for this at the moment, but oh well.

Here's the expanded story idea, from my 2YN homework on Forward Motion:

Amanda* and Charles* had a fabulous honeymoon on an isolated island. Upon returning home, they received stunning news: Charles' brother & sister-in-law died in an accident while they were gone Even worse, to Amanda, her new niece & nephews were coming to live with them. Charles traveled a lot for work, so he inevitable left Amanda home to deal with the kids, but then they stopped hearing from him altogether. Amanda has to explain to the children that she & Charles don't really live in the real world and that they must search another world for their uncle.


*placeholder name


(Oh, and this progress bar only updates every 1000 words, apparently. Right now I'm up to 400 on this project)

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