A Writer's Meme

A little busy work for you this week, while I'm away on a trip.

Have fun!

  What's your favourite genre of writing?

How often do you get writer's block?

How do you fix it?

Do you type or write by hand?

Do you save everything you write?

Do you ever go back to an old idea long after you abandoned it?

Do you have a  constructive critic?

Did you ever write a novel?

What genre would you love to write but haven't?

What's one genre you have never written, and probably never will?

How many writing projects are you working on right now?

Do you write for a living? Do you want to?

Have you ever written something for a magazine or newspaper?

Have you ever won an award for your writing?

What are your five favourite words?

Do you ever write based on your dreams?

Do you favour happy endings, sad endings, or cliff-hangers?

Have you ever written based on an artwork you've seen?

If you've answered all these questions, give yourselves a huge gold star and pat on the back.

Now go off and do some real writing.

Random Thoughts from the Junk Drawer of My Mind

I awoke at 4 a.m., thanks to the stimulant effect of Sudafed (which is no doubt why it's locked safely behind the counter at Walgreen's), with the usual random amalgamation of thoughts swirling in my brain.  In an attempt to clear them out once and for all, I list them (in no particular order):

  1. What's the proper etiquette when you receive a text message in error?  I got a message from an unfamiliar number at 7:00 a.m., cryptically stating..."new money."   Should I text back - "wrong number?" 
  2. Why -oh why oh why - does something happen every time I'm planning a trip?  We're going to LasVegas tomorrow (I know, but it's a free trip) and first I come down with a terrible cold, then we're supposed to have a blizzard (!) along with record cold temperatures while I'm gone.  Worry worry worry...about my mother and the dogs and....
  3. Perhaps Number 2 above is the reason I've beginning to feel as if traveling isn't worth the bother (Gasp! I can't believe I said that)  Especially having to pack a suitcase - I'm seriously  spoiled by our trips to Florida where I have everything already there and simply board the plane with laptop and purse.
  4. I made the mistake of opening my 401K statement yesterday.  Dear God...
  5. Speaking of junk drawers, I think a mouse has been in mine! 

So there you have it - now that I've downloaded all these disturbing things from the recesses of my psyche, perhaps I can continue on with my day.

Or maybe going back to bed would be a better plan.

Cafe Writing -

Don’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid. ~John Keats

 

Pick at least three of the following words, and build a piece of writing around them. The form is up to you: poem, scene, flash-fic, essay, or general blog entry. discovery, experience, failure, false, highway, positive, seek, sense, true

Failure.  It's a mournful word, I think, the diphthong a ghostly moan into the final syllable.  The voice tends to fall at the end of the word, defeated. I've not had much experience with failure, for which I'm appropriately grateful.  Although, I believe it's because I seek safety, and not because I'm particularly gifted or even lucky.  I'm not a risk taker, in any sense of the word, and the highway of my life is pretty straight and narrow.

Keats is certainly not alone in the sentiments he expresses about the positive nature of failure.  Everyone from Jesus Christ to Oprah can quote chapter and verse about discovering new opportunities in the face of defeat.   I've observed this from time to time, seen people make lemonade from lemons and rebuild their lives after near destruction.  The human spirit seems indelible,  and sometimes the greater the hardship, the more magnificent the rebirth.  Like the phoenix, we rise from the ashes in golden glory.

I'm not sure I'm one of those people, and I often wonder if I would have the guts to dig myself out of a huge emotional or financial hole, to fight a deadly disease, to survive the loss of my husband or child.  When my young friend Jeff committed suicide two years ago, I looked at his mother and thought, if that were me, I'd crawl into a hole and never come out.

But most likely I wouldn't do that, I'd continue on somehow, diminished in many ways but stronger for having survived something so horrific.  There's a saying I particularly like, and you've probably heard it too...the one that goes, "a woman is like a teabag  - she gets stronger when you put her in hot water."

I know it takes patience to survive failure, to wait for things to turn around when they've gone wrong.  It also takes forgiveness, sometimes of other people who have in some way played a part in your failure, sometime forgivness of yourself, when all your best intentions and efforts still go awry. 

Mostly, it takes time for perspective to set in, and for possibility to present itself to you.

Most likely I'll someday have to discover what I'm really made of, for no one goes through life completely free of failure of one sort or another. I hope when the time comes that I'll be gifted with the good sense to create something positive from the experience, "to seek after what is true" and be able to "avoid the error" in the future.

 ~for Cafe Writing

 

Friday Forecast: Dismal with a Glimmer of Hope

Amidst the news of more snow on the way and the headline on The Detroit News  citing Detroit as the "second worst place to live", came the news that 26 people from my husband's office had lost their jobs today.  Thankfully, he was not among them ~ at least not this time.   If you live in southeastern Michigan and work for an automotive company or one of their suppliers, you begin to feel as if a large bullseye is painted on your back. Add to this  my stuffy head, scratchy throat, and achy body, and you could say it hasn't been the jolliest of days.

However...

I did enjoy a nice lunch with my friend Carol, today ( at least I assume the food was good, since I couldn't taste a thing! )   Our husbands sing in Measure for Measure, and she and I have become buddies as well as choir groupies.   This was our first outing a deux,  and we enjoyed talking over delicious fresh pita sandwiches at First Cup.

And...

 I have the entire weekend to recover from my cold/sinus infection, with a chunky novel to read (The Hour I First Believed, by Wally Lamb), some tv ( more Prime Suspect)  and a fresh batch of rooibos tea from Adagio.

So...

All is not lost.

Stay warm and stay well, my friends.

How about you?  What's the forecast for your weekend???

Oh, Come On!

If you watched Gray's Anatomy  last night, you'll instantly realize the origin of this post's title.  A young woman, hospitalized with a broken hip after a year of being befallen by one broken bone after another, raises her eyes to heaven and cries out in aggreived disbelief, "Oh, come on!" That was my reaction this morning when I awoke at 4 am, last night's sniffly nose a deluge, yesterday's frog in the throat  a lump the size of Dallas.

Oh, come on!

My upper respiratory infections, while once numerous and legion, have dwindled significantly in the past several years.  In fact, I don't recall being sick since that infamous trip to Florida in fall of 2007, when I flew home with a sinus infection and fainted during the descent into Detroit.

That flight is certainly on my mind this morning, because we're due to fly to Las Vegas on Tuesday with some friends, and right now my sinus passages feel as tightly jammed as the airplane is likely to be, and I can already feel my larynx swelling tightly shut.

Oh, come on!

And the weather forecast is predicting eight inches of snow during the next 24 hours.

Oh, come on!

In another bit of televison wisdom, gleaned from yesterday's epidose of Oprah's Best Life week, we're advised that, when things in life don't seem to be working out as planned, look for those areas of our lives which are working.  After all, Oprah says, even if the only good thing you can say about your life is that you're breathing without the help of  a machine, at least that's something, right?

Oh, come on!

And pass me an oxygen mask, would you please?