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June Bugs

I hate June bugs, really I do. That’s not a random statement, trust me. June bugs are those nasty beetle-like creatures that fly into your screens in early summer. Not only that, they lay eggs in the ground that produce these really gross, really creepy, white grubs that eat the roots of your plants. Brown spots on your lawn? Probably these damn bugs….but I digress

 Suffice it to say, June bugs are not on my list of cute and cuddly or even beneficial-leave-that-preying-mantis-alone insects.

 So after a hellish week, and it was only Wednesday, when my sister said let’s go out for drinks after work, and I said hell yes, I was as surprised as anyone when I ordered a drink called a June Bug. Honestly, I couldn’t resist. Check out these ingredients:

1 oz Midori® melon liqueur
3/4 oz Malibu® coconut rum
3/4 oz banana liqueur
1 oz sweet and sour mix
1 oz pineapple juice

Coconut rum… sigh. Okay, even after reading these ingredients, when I saw the drink, I almost didn’t try it. I mean, its lime green. Not a pretty lime green, kinda bug juice lime green. If you know me, I’ll all about pretty drinks. I know its silly, I have few indulgences so bear with me.

But I tried it. Liquid heaven. I’d finished half the first glass when I remembered there was alcohol in the drink. After the second one, I was feeling pleasantly relaxed, my sister and I joked about…. Well, I’m not going to tell you what we were joking about; suffice it to say we were having fun, and I have a new favorite drink…

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WIP

 

Last week I attended an on-line plotting  workshop. I did it for many reasons, one if which, I suspect, was as an excuse to not get my BIC.

But maybe that’s not quite fair. At any rate, the workshop helped me get all my ducks in a row. I haven’t finished a quarter of the book and I have a synopsis… and don’t faint! A blurb! I have a clearer focus on my protag’s motivation, weaknesses and strengths. And today, today I had a breakthrough about the bad guy. I also sent the first two chapters, per the workshop instructor, to several readers and recieved varying levels of positive feedback.

I know where I’m going… now I just need to put the car in drive and get going.

So what did I do today? Put together the sound track of course.

Before I joined the writing community, that was my little secret I didn’t tell anyone. Every book I’ve ever written (good and bad) has a sound track. Songs that remind me of a scene, a character, an emotion. Playing the soundtrack will bring those things into focus almost immediately. I was so relieved to realize I’m am hardly alone it this habit.

 Even now, years later, if I listen to anything by Chasing Furies, I’m back in Anatar with Ilythra. And no, you haven’t heard the last of her. Now that I know how to write, that world building is not going to waste. But I’m veering off subject.

WIP has a sound track. A good one. Oddly enough, some of the songs remind me of the female and the male protag. I’m interested to see how that plays out later. I also just finished the excel to track characters and scene POV, etc.

Now… Now I’m ready to start writing. Gulp.

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Claire-isms

After taking a sip of water from a plastic glass, she looks to me and says: “Mom, this is the way humans drink.”

“ME: “Mmhmm.” (Don’t judge me, I was reading a Lara Adrian book)

She sips again. “Yup, humans drink like this. But not aliens.”

(Now she has my attention.)

C “Aliens take their jaw off and fill it up and then… (she mimes unhooking her jaw and using it to pour water down her throat.)

ME: “I see.”

C “Yeah, but if they don’t like it, they dump it out.”

…..

This kid has all the makings of a writer.

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Weekend Gardener

This is my smaller azalea. Believe it or not, I did thin out the callas last fall.

The pond does need to be cleaned up a lot. The cats have pushed the border rocks into the water when they bat at the fish. It’s a mess, but every time I wander outside, I hear the plop, plop of little frogs jumping into the water. I love it.

One of my favorite things to do in the garden is plant living bouquets, combinations of flowers that I would totally bring inside and put in a vase. These last two pictures are some examples of that.
Roses and Irises.

Irises, calla lilies and azaleas.

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Every once in a while, you stumble across a blog that makes you chuckle, causes you to nod your head in agreement and somehow, you feel connected to the writer through these joint feelings. This one such blog. It’s alot of fun *grin*

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Wading

This weekend, I didn’t write a word. Oh, I critiqued a few chapters, but write one of my own? No. Instead, I cleaned my house in the hopes that next week, I wouldn’t be so distracted and I’d be able to write more than I did last week.

That’s the theory any way.

Time to fess up. I love this project. I love the characters, the possibilities… the premise. So what’s the problem? Why aren’t the words flowing? Why am I not running to the computer every spare five minutes I have to add to the word count?

I’ve thought a lot about that this weekend and I think it comes down to  a unpalatable fact: It’s been so long since I’ve written anything new, I’m out of practice. Writing is like any skill. You stop—even if you’re stopping to edit, and edit, and edit—and you get out of shape. The muscles get weak; it’s harder to get started. One week in and I have 5 thousand words. It wouldn’t be so bad except I’d already had 3 thousand written. That’s weak.

So what to do? Mind over matter. Get in there and write, even if it hurts, even if I’m not feeling like it, even if I feel like I’m wading through hip-depth mud. I write and eventually, the ease will come, the story will flow.

I’ll let you know how it’s going.

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Weekend Gardener

Although I’ve been doing a lot in the garden lately, I thought you might like to see the effects of an unexpected storm we had last week.

This is the front yard. You can see the hail bouncing on the ground. And across the street, the lawn is almost white.

This is the backyard. If you look carefully, you can see the hail in air as it comes down.

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