Books, books, books. I can't help it - I can't resist buying books, books, books. I also have a Kindle, but much prefer holding a Real Book. Some of these books are kept forever and some are donated.
Last week I vowed: No more books until I finish reading the ones stacked beside the bed.
Today I bought:
So much for vows.
Have I also mentioned this book (link below): S.O.A.R., animal rescue stories by Jack Floyd? S.O.A.R. stands for Southport-Oak Island Animal Rescue, and Jack is a long-time volunteer there. I'm partial to it because I know the author, but you might want to check it out. [It's an ebook; the link below is for iTunes, but you can also get it elsewhere.]
I'm in full-tilt writing and revising mode, having cleared the decks to write for the next couple months with few interruptions. It's a good feeling when that time is there and the story is cooperating. In the above pic, the white stack is the newly revised portion, the second draft; the blue stack is the first draft, with chapters yet to be revised.
Yesterday, a reader asked me "What do you eat when you write?"
I'd never been asked that before.
I thought it interesting that the reader did not say "Do you eat when you write?" but rather, "What do you eat . . ", seeming certain that some eating was going on.
Yes. Eating does go on.
Until recently, the munching was any or all of these: nuts, chocolate-covered almonds, mini Milky Ways (dark chocolate ones), popcorn, kettle corn, more chocolate . . .
I know, I know.
And so last week I stopped eating sugar and re-booted my food supplies.
Take a look at the current snacks-for-writing:
I'm not kidding.
And here's what I drink when I write:
I know, I know, I'm being so virtuous I can hardly stand myself.
The question is: which fuel will produce the best words/stories, mm?
Stay tuned . . .
Meanwhile: what do YOU munch on and drink as you sit at the computer, mm?
My husband and I have just completed a 900-mile road trek from western New York to southern North Carolina, and I'd hoped to post a photo taken early on the second day of the trip: sunrise in the Blue Ridge Mountains - all deep blues and lavenders and rose. But I've not yet been able to transfer the photo from phone to computer. Maybe tomorrow.
Meanwhile, these two photos reflect what I'll be doing here:
No, not photography (though I'll continue to take photos), and no, not self-reflection (though that is ongoing, as well) . . .
I'm focussing on the new work-in-progress (not the one to be published in September - that one is finished), this new one that is three-fourths complete. What is it really about? What is IN there? I can almost see it. Almost. It came from me, but it isn't me. What is it?
I usually have to ask my editor that question when I submit it: "What exactly is this, anyway?"
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke