Monday writing update: Week of August 23: 10 pages + one freelance article three pages long It’s kind of nice to mix a little journalistic writing in with the purely creative. Reminds me to work through a logical sequence, to structure my writing around key points and to be aware of the flow–beginning, middle, end. Creative writing can sometimes take off in odd directions that really aren’t going to help me get where I need to go. I try to catch those early so I don’t have to toss too much. It’s always a little discouraging for me to have to delete those hard-won pages.
On page 2 of my copy of Longfellow’s Poems, copyrighted 1883 and presented to Carlotta Ratts on Christmas 1886, is the poem “A Psalm of Life.” I love to “adopt” used books. And if they are particularly beautiful books that have been around for more than 100 years, all the better! Longfellow’s Poems, Household Edition has a faded rose and burgundy cover with the title in a gold box. There is also a butterfly on a thistle centerd on the cover in a gold medallion. Art Nouveau daises fill the background. It’s a lovely thing, this book. And it has lovely things printed in it. “A Psalm of Life” reminds me that waiting is no excuse for not being “up and doing,” in the meantime. I hope Carlotta enjoyed this book half as much as I do. A PSALM OF LIFE WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken […]
So, I’m afraid of heights. What I consider a healthy, normal fear. And I agreed to do a freelance article about Navitat–an organization that sends people flying through the treetops on a zipline. I was down for it, too, until I saw the photos of the 1200 line that’s 200 feet in the air. Why did I agree to this? Oh, […]
I was closing the bathroom window this morning when a great blue heron swooped down, flew past the window and came to stand in our backyard. What are the chances that a heron would be landing outside my window just as I was closing it? Miraculous things happen all the time . . . what are you missing out on? Ezekial 12:2 – 2 “Son of man, you are living among a rebellious people. They have eyes to see but do not see and ears to hear but do not hear, for they are a rebellious people.”
Is a no. I was invited to send proposals to editor’s at two publishing houses. After two weeks and one day I got my first answer. “I think your idea has merit, but your writing needs to be strengthened.” She then recommended some freelance editors who could help me shape up the manuscript. Okay, deep breath. Gut reaction? This woman, who has decades of experience and thousands of sucess stories, obviously doesn’t know strong writing when she sees it (although she is able to recognize a good idea). Reaction after gut reaction wears off. Crap, I obviously can’t write and I’m kidding myself when I think my book could actually be published. This brilliant woman is letting me down easy and she’s probably just being nice when she says my idea has merit. Reaction after being hugged by my husband and getting a good night’s sleep. A professional in the Christian publishing field–who’s opinion is subjective–thinks my idea is good and my book is worth working on. I replied to the editor thanking her for her time and advice and saying that I’ll explore the editor route. She replied with a “Good for you!” That was nice, actually. Next step? Well, I may look into what it costs to hire an editor. But before I do anything further with my manuscript, I’ll WAIT to hear from editor number two. Opinions are subjective and what I’ve learned about the current publishing industry is […]
There are 33 men trapped nearly half a mile under ground in Chile. They’ve already been there well over two weeks and will likely be there for several months longer, waiting to be rescued. While they have room to move around, the temperature is 90+ degrees. This is going to be a long wait not only for them, but for their families. My wait? Not long at all.
A much better week for writing. I’m doing a better of job of sticking to my plan to be writing by 8 p.m. each evening. Then I write until I reach a natural stopping point. Or, on Mondays, until The Closer comes on : ) Week of August 16 – 12 pages