Journaling
I love journals. I’ve got tons of them. Anytime I come across one that is pretty or that I like I just have to take it home. I’ve even purchased pretty three-ring binders and fill them with paper to create journals for my notes on my novel. It’s easier to keep me organized. 
Guest Blogging for MomDot
I’m going to be blogging (at least once a week) for MomDot.com. I’m totally excited about this and hope you will be too. Please go check out my first post Haiti’s Earthquake & My Funky State. I began writing this particular post as a follow up about my funk, but decided that I wanted this to be my first post at MomDot. Mainly because most of the initial posts by other guest bloggers have leaned towards the negative-and although this peace isn’t brimming with sunflowers and jelly-beans, it does talk about hope-and so I see it as positive, which is what I am really all about. In the future I hope to blog on MomDot about all sorts of things like crafts, women, parenthood, as well as fun tips like beauty, fashion, and my favourite technology!
Hemingway's Ghost
I found myself at Borders again yesterday, I love to go there and write especially when I get my favorite spot; which is a seat facing out to the store-with a perfect view of not only the store and all those books, but of the people coming and going.
I am uninterrupted and it gives me the opportunity not only to type but to sit and think about things like plot.
Sure I could write at home, just as well as I can at Borders-and yes, I did move my two boys into our master-bedroom so that the smaller of the bedrooms could be converted into my writing room-but a change of scenery never hurt anyone-certainly not me!
While at Borders a man walked in and I swear he could have been Hemingway himself-back from the dead! Not only did he resemble Hemingway, he wore a caramel colored blazer-the kind with the pads at the elbows, he carried a leather satchel, was reading a book about war (I looked it up, post traumatic stress syndrome), was sitting using a laptop typing rather profusely-when he wasn’t texting-something Hemingway certainly never did-but couldn’t you imagine him doing so?
My husband said he “could’ve been a perv” (he doesn’t have much of an imagination).
I couldn’t help but tweet about it…here’s what I said:
“Getting creative @Borders in my own little made up world. #amwriting Lots of people here w/ laptops.Where will the coffee buying people sit? [That was my initial tweet, I hadn't expected to tweet anymore while at Borders.]
Hemingway’s ghost-or his modern day twin just sat down in the cafe.I’m dying to see what he’s reading.I may stand up and pace-I mean think.
This is why I love coming to @Borders-there’s always someone interesting to look at here….
Yes I’ll admit.I love to people watch. It’s good fodder-for character development and all-well that’s my excuse anyway. #amwriting @Borders
Hemingway has pulled out his laptop now. By golly it’s a #MacBook (wish I had one.) I think I may go up and hug him now. #amwriting @Borders”
I covertly snapped a picture with my iPhone-I couldn’t help myself! I blurred his face-but you can still get the impression I had…
Up to My Elbows-In Words
Earlier today I was seeking some inspiration via quotations about writing.
I came across this one from Agatha Cristie;
“The best time for planning a book is while you’re doing the dishes.”
I tweeted it. I got to thinking…
I do some of my best thinking when I’m up to my pink rubber gloved elbows in sudsy water! 
Saying & Doing
Last Friday I went to Borders to work. When I say work, I mean write.
Writing is my work-even if for the moment I’m not exactly being paid to do it.
I’m taking my chosen craft seriously and treating it as such. I came to the conclusion a while ago-that if I really wanted to write, and actually be able to call myself a writer then I would have to treat it like a job, to attack it like a job, to devote the time to it like a job.
Saying I was a writer and actually being an honest to goodness professional author are two completely different things. It’s that way with any profession-the saying and doing there’s always a difference. The saying part, obviously will always be easier.
A person couldn’t call herself a doctor if she didn’t take the time to learn how to become one. The same I realize in many degrees is the same for writing. I’m not ever going to become a published author if I don’t take the time to actually become one.
It has taken me some time to begin to put it into practice. Last Friday was a turning point for me. The second, but a major one.
Since last Friday I’ve been working-that is to say writing pretty steadily. Writing on my other personal blog and on my novel.
For years when ever I’d finish reading a book or when ever I’d walk into a book store in the back of my mind there was always that feeling-that I could do this-that I wanted to do this.
I began working on my novel in October of 2008. I’m no where near done-but I’m learning as I go. Writing a novel is much easier said than done. I’ve learned a lot so far and each day that I sit down and actually write I’m learning more. It’s been wonderful, frustrating, and entirely educational for me and I’m loving every minute of it.
I realize that on days when I’m actually productive and get somewhere in my writing I feel great. I’m more enthusiastic about other areas of my life.
Writing is my passion. It breathes passion into every nuance of my life. I’m constantly thinking about stories, chacters, plotting. It’s a wonderful thing, to let be able to dive into make-believe and swim around for a bit.
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