Sunday, June 21, 2009

My Writing Life in the summer.

As Robert Frost once commented: "No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader." I love that quote. It justifies the tears I shed over my characters lives and the laughter that bubbles up out of the words I type. My garden and herbs are keeping me very busy outside, but in my mind and heart I'm writing. I'm looking forward to writers group tomorrow night; I've had to miss a couple of meetings and I'm having withdrawal symptoms. You know, punctuation that appears randomly in conversation like ending declarative sentences with a lilt that implies a question mark. Or when my husband asks what time it is I reply with the latest word count of Domus (that's my novel). My eyes are glazed over with plot ideas and when I see the ad for the new Harry Potter movie, my heart blisses out because writers dreams really do come true. So, I need a good dose of friendly advise and camaraderie critique then I'll be grounded for another two weeks. See you tomorrow writers group and thank you in advance for a good dose of reality.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Freedom...

"I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are still truly good at heart..." from Anne's diary. Anne Frank would have been 80 today.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Words

I love words. My husband says females have a certain number of words that must be said in any given day or they will burst. Being a logophile of "ginormous" proportions, TODAY is truly special. At precisely 10:22 a.m. (Stratford-on-Avon time) the English language will hit a new high (or low, depending on what your perspective is). According to Global Language Monitor, those folks who keep track of what we say and when we come up with new words (where do they find the time?) English will cross the MILLION WORD milestone today. They know this because, being the innovative and forward thinking nation that we are, we create a new word every 98 minutes. If President Bush had not been "misunderestimated" and Thomas Jefferson had not responded to the European insult of American wildlife in his famous Notes on the State of Virginia by using the word "belittle" we would be two words shy of our mark. Note: your spellchecker will, as usual, be running a lap behind.

I rarely win anything, but this week my luck has taken a turn for the better. First, I'm sitting at market and a "fellow farmer" pointed out a dollar bill stuck to the tire on PT Patti Petunia (yes, I name my cars). As my grandfather would say, in all my born days I've never seen such a thing. Then, I missed our writer's group this week (they carried on without me proving my "dispensableness"). In my absence, I won a drawing conducted by the generous Debbie Simorte Debbie gave away Get Known Before The Book Deal by Christina Katz. Check out an interview with Christina on Debbie's blog: www.writerup.blogspot.com. THANKS, Debbie. I can't wait to start building my writer's platform. Better go. Gotta use my "sticky dollar" for a lottery ticket. Hey, it could happen.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Cowboys

I love cowboys. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid blazed their way to history last night on TV. No matter how many times I watch it, they still don't make it. I can't resist Lassiter when he fires that long rifle. Gene Autry and Roy Rogers crooned the crooks right into the jail cell. Ever since Bill "Hopalong" Cassidy, clad in all black, galloped his way through my childhood on his white horse Topper I've had a soft spot for cowboys. He lassoed bad guys with a sense of fair play and a gentlemanly tip of his uncharacteristically black hat. There were no fuzzy boundaries between good and evil (unless you count the stereotypical good guys wear white hats); I always knew Hoppy would prevail while keeping his manners in tact. Although the original character created in 1904 by Clarence Mulford wasn't quite the clean cut version of the silver screen, I probably would have loved him as well.

I've gone on to other cowboys since Hoppy smiled at me from his picture on my lunch box. Much to the puzzlement of my family, I still watch the Lonesome Dove series written by Larry McMurty every chance I get. Thanks, Larry, for giving me a cowboy fix, and happy 73rd birthday. Happy Trails.