Sep 30, 2011
Sep 29, 2011
I recently said good bye to some old friends and advisors. I have so many books I want to read that some of the ones I have read had to leave.
In my Ideal world I would have a library like the one in Disney's Beauty and the Beast. But alas in this world I have run out of bookshelves. (I have not stopped buying books.)
But maybe with e books we can have a tidy house and a library the size of a castle at the same time. Just keeping some dear friends in paper form.
I love the texture of the paper and the crick of opening a new book for the first time; the new smell of a new book and the musty smell of an old one. On the other hand paper books are heavy and bulky. After about 5 boxes you think kindles should be mandatory and out of print books should scan themselves in.
Another thought I had upon taking my boxes of books to the resale book store was that some of the books would be recycled (I couldn't bear to do it myself), and some would find new homes and enrich new lives just like the previously owned books I buy. As writers we want our books to have resale value rather than end up in the recycle bin.
What are some titles you just can't part with?
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 27, 2011
I never thought of writing as a job. It was my passion, my hope-for-future revenue, my gift to children, my more expressive side, a break from my practical, analytical side, but never a job.
Jobs were 9-5 somewhere in a 24/7 scale and required a boss, a few co-workers and equipment. Jobs were sometimes fun, sometimes boring, sometimes netted great friends and sometimes terrible enemies.
Writing was my haven from the world where I could fly through the stars, meet alternate life forms, communicate with anyone, re-enter a lost world, live in the middle ages without the hygienic inconveniences, and sometimes tell off a few people that probably needed it but I was too chicken to do it in person (fill in boss here, ha).
However, I have recently discovered in trying to actually write something publishable, writing is a job. It needs set hours (that can be variable from day to day like a retail position), bosses (insert deadlines), co-workers to bounce things off (like ANWA [I'm really glad we kept the name]), and can be a hard taskmaster when you are staring at a blank screen or a scene that just will not work right or worse yet your equipment is less than adequate.
I miss my haven, but I'm producing more. We all work at our writing, that's nothing new. Claiming it as my number one job at the moment as in rewriting resumes and cover letters to fit the position I'm applying for is eyeopening in a good way. So here's to work! God never said it would be easy eking out an existence in this world, He only promised it would be worth it.
Isn't a finished, polished, written, created piece of art worth it? You betcha!
Sep 26, 2011
I'm going to have to make my post a brief one this week, because I have two little girls home with the flu and two little boys almost out of school soon.
So is anyone else planning on planting forget-me-nots in their garden next spring, if they don't have them already? They've been blooming on the walls and profile pictures of my LDS friends on Facebook. No surprises there!
All I can say is, wow. Thank you, President Uchtdorf. What an amazing talk, and what an amazing, spiritual man. He said all the things I needed to hear and helped me feel so much better about the trials my family is going through right now. I know I'm not the only one who felt like his message was a personal one.
I'm posting a link to the General Relief Society Meeting highlights here.
Sep 25, 2011
My writing is going through a rough patch lately. I'm not sure what it is, exactly, I only know that I'm having a hard time getting anything to stick. The words, they slip through my brain and out of my mind without stopping to greet the paper.
When I was a kid, we would go up to the mountains to a place called West Piney for family reunions. You're probably thinking, "Piney? That sounds like a made-up word." Well, it just might be. Still, that's what we called it. But when we thought about it, we didn't think of it as "West Piney." We thought of if as "that place with the gigantic slide."
Now, there's gigantic and there's gigantic. I don't know if you can fully appreciate this slide without seeing it in person, and seeing it in person when you are under four feet tall is even better. The lodge was built on the side of a mountain, overlooking a small valley and creek below, and then the mountain grew back up out of the opposite creek bed. To get down the mountain you could take the 40-some-odd steps . . . or you could take the slide.
So, when we'd be there for our family reunions, my brothers and cousins and I would do the regular camping-type activities like hiking, wading in the creek, and performing corny skits around the fireplace, but we'd also raid the kitchen for wax paper or used chip bags. You can't tell from the picture, but the slide is made out of metal. In the July sun, that baby would heat up enough to blister. We'd take the wax paper or chip bag (opened up with the greasy side down, of course) and sit on them at the top of the slide. The slide has high sides, so it was almost like going down a chute. There we'd perch, the drop off looking impossibly steep, with the end yawning into a pile of cedar shavings.
Once we shoved off, the only way to slow down was by pushing our feet into the sides. But, heck--who wanted to slow down?
We'd zip down the mountainside, the wind whipping our hair behind us, feeling as though we were flying. And then we were flying--right off the end, for only a fraction of a second, but it was you, in the air, free as a bird with a chip bag stuck to its bum.
Then we landed, of course, which wasn't always the best part of the ride. Just ask my Aunt Barbara, who happened to sort of break her ankle at the bottom.
Sometimes when I'm writing I have these thoughts, these bursts of brilliance. It's more than my normal writing self: it's adding a greasy chip bag under my tush at the top and flying, flying, flying, sometimes with the slide underneath and supporting me and sometimes completely on my own.
And then I land.
I lose the flight.
I haven't caught it. It's over. It's done.
It didn't stick.
Apparently more people than Aunt Barbara were injured on the slide, because they extended the bottom in later years. Instead of flying off the end, we rode flat for longer periods to ease some of that momentum. The only problem was when you didn't even make it to the end in your initial ride. Then you had to scoot along on your bottom to be able to jump off the end.
In my writing I'm working on finding that perfect balance where I can go fast and fun and free but slow down enough to not injure myself. Not too slow, because no one wants to have to push themselves to the edge. The perfect end is where you come to a stop just before stepping off all together. Although it could be argued an even more perfect end is where you don't stop at all and the momentum carries you through to the last sentence, where you hop off lightly, turn to look back at what you just conquered, and sigh in satisfaction.
It's the delicate place between sticking and not sticking too much. How do you find your sweet spot while writing?
Sep 24, 2011
By Bonnie Harris
My mom recently shared this article with me and my sisters. It came about because I was feeling like I wasn't doing enough in any aspect of my life, more especially for my little one. It sure made me feel better about what I have been doing and helped me realize that I'm doing OK. I figured it might help others also. I hope you enjoy it! :)
Sep 23, 2011
I was at church last Sunday enjoying a wonderful lesson on the gifts of the spirit.
Sep 22, 2011
Random thoughts crowded in my head like a bunch of junior high kids shoving each other in the lunch line. They all clamored for my attention. I held up my hands and tried to gently hush them. I promised each and every one of them a turn. All they had to do was patiently wait in line. But every time I started to focus on just one thought, it got shoved from behind and the next thought jumped in the way, waving in my face and shouting, "Me! Me! Pick me!"
I stomped my feet. I shouted for quiet. I paced back and forth and tore at my hair, screaming for some kind of order. They just laughed.
Since I have no desire to be completely bald, I am taking a new approach. I am sitting quietly at my computer and acting like I don't care. I will write, but I won't let them see what I am writing. They will be curious. Am I writing about them? But I'm not telling. If they really want to know what's going on, they will have to jump onto the page on their own. Then I will punctuate them and they will be caught!
Sep 21, 2011
A writing friend of mine wrote on her blog recently about the rising issues and challenges with ebooks. I brought it up during our monthly ANWA meeting (yay ANWA) and discovered there's a lot to this topic. Here is some of what we discussed:
Ebooks are changing the face of the publishing industry, in some ways quicker than the industry can keep up. In the past, if an author didn't get a book deal there were very few options, but not anymore. An increasing number of authors are starting to self-publish, many of them using the ebook format and selling their novels for as little as $2.99 (which seems to be the magic number for ebook sales). Some of them have done very well, even getting great book deals from large publishers after their ebooks were a success (the Tiger'S Curse series by Colleen Houck, for example). On the other side, well-known authors are dropping their publishers and going straight to selling ebooks on their websites and garnishing 100% of the profits. So which option is best?
The ebook, self-publishing option has lots of positives. First,you get all the profit with very little overhead. This is appealing for authors who usually get about 10% on their books, and some of that goes to the agent. Second, there is something very tempting about foregoing the grueling and time-consuming process of finding an editor and agent. But this option comes with risks too. When you don't have a publisher, then you lose support in marketing your book. All the work is up to you and you really have to do your research to know what are the best ways to spread the word and get your name out there. Second, when you forego the publisher the quality of your book is often compromised. You lose that team of editing support that can make a book shine.
Going the traditional route has it's benefits and issues too. As far as benefits, they have resources that in general go far beyond a self-publishing author. Marketing and editing resources are two huge ones. A publisher wants you to succeed, and (in theory) can help guide you in getting your book out there to the masses as a polished product. They can facilitate your meeting other successful authors. And there is just something appealing about seeing your book in hard copy, not just ebook format. But there are some challenges here too. For one, the author makes considerably less per book, which is understandable because there's a team of people working on your book who all have to be paid. Also, there are still a lot of issues with ebooks that have yet to be worked out. For example, publishers make a considerably higher percentage of the profit on an ebook than the author, whereas with hard copy books the percentage is about equal. Also, the profit reporting for ebook sales can get a little sticky. The ebook phenomenon happened so fast that some publishers may not have accurate systems in place to report profits, and some authors are concerned that they are actually selling more ebooks than are getting reported.
When it comes to ebooks, self-publishing and traditional publishing both have their benefits and problems. The most important thing in deciding between the two is to make sure you do your research and discover which option is best for you.
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 19, 2011
Some events leave a person going, "Now what?"
With the recent tenth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, I've been remembering how when the dust of the Pentagon and the World Trade Center buildings, those marvels of architecture, settled, holding within them untold tales of tragedy and heroism, it seemed as if the whole nation asked together, "Now what?" Our collective perception had been suddenly and irrevocably changed.
I'm sure many historic events, not all tragic, have had the same effect: the Civil Rights Movement, the attack on Pearl Harbor, the end of each World War, the Emancipation Proclamation, the signing of the Declaration of Independence, just to name a few. These were all very Big Events which required some time afterward to adjust to a new way of thinking, a new kind of reality. In looking at how people responded after life changed in such dramatic ways, we're reminded of how much of life depends on how we handle transitions.
We all have to deal with what I call The Afters. After the goal is met or the unexpected event happens, then what? Knowing how to transition is vital to our progress.
We're home from our mission. Now what?
We've finished college. Now what?
We've gotten married...
Had our first child...
Gotten a new job...
Finished our first novel...
Landed an agent...
Sold out first book...
Experienced health problems...
A job is lost...
A long, lost uncle dies and leaves us a fortune (What? It happened to Jane Eyre.)...
The list is endless.
Good things, bad things, things we can plan for, things we can't. One thing is sure; things will change.
The more skilled we are at transitioning, the more easily we'll keep progressing and the happier we'll be in the long run.
Any tips you can share that help you with transitions?
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 17, 2011
I curled up on a bunch of yummy pillows and considered what is really going on. I am afraid of failing. I love my story, I love my characters, but what if others don't. I am holding my novel close, trying to protect it, and in doing so, I am smothering it.
I realized this is just like the situation of my son going on a mission to Brazil. I love him. What if others are not kind to him? What if he is harmed? I wanted to keep him close and protect him. I reflected back on the morning he flew from Phoenix, to Salt Lake City to enter the MTC. I awoke from a fitful all nighter worrying about my son - wondering if I had the strength to let him go. Sobbing, I rolled off the bed onto my knees and poured my heart out to Heavenly Father. I asked for protection for my son and to find comfort to face his departure today. Within minutes, I found the answer. I turned my son back over to Heavenly Father for the upcoming two years. I asked him to watch over him, be with him, protect him, comfort and guide him. As soon as I released him, peace filled me from head to toe like a warm, snugly blanket. I rose to my feet with a calm heart. I stood in the airport and watched him walk away with a spring in his step, excited for his new adventure. Sure, tears still rolled down my cheeks, but I knew he would be well taken care of.
What does this have to do with my novel? Just as our lovely children will always be our babies, we must let them go to grow, to let them go forth and bless others. So must I do with my book. My book deserves to see the written page, and I must rise to the occasion and let it soar.
My query is done. My ten pages are attached. I will push the "send" button this afternoon then take a big breath and do a silly jig. I will turn it over to the Lord and what will be will be.
Oh, and by the way, on the day this blog posts, my missionary will be home in 19 days. The Lord took my son and will bring me home a fine young man. Life is good, VERY good!
www.anwa-lds.com. Incredible classes, agents, editors, pitch sessions, critique camp, BOB/Beginning of Book Contest, Book readings, Meet & Greet the agents and editors will have bookstore reps there to schedule books signings. A great chance to improve your writing no matter what your goals are. The entire conference will be at the luxurious Mesa Hilton Hotel. ANWA booked a block of rooms at a great discount for you. If you want more info on the ANWA conference, and boy do I have tons, leave a comment here with your email addy, and I will get back to you. (They tell me I am the ANWA Events Co-Chair which means I get the priveledge to eat and sleep "all things ANWA Conference" for the next 159 days until the conference, not that I'm counting.)
Hope to see all of you there!
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 15, 2011
At different points in the writing process writers need fresh eyes looking over their work. I need someone to look over early drafts to help me identify weak and strong parts of my story, and keep me on track (tangents and I are best buds). Later I need people to find all the typos I made and can't see anymore since I know what I intended to say and my mind compensates for the mistake.
I was reminded of this by a library book recently. One section of the novel a family was referred to by one surname and in the rest of the novel by another. The author changed the name of the family when writing that section and forgot to find and replace the original name or had computer problems and the wrong version was saved.
As writers we labor over a manuscript through multiple drafts for weeks, months, even years and the reader reads it in a day or two or maybe a week or two. I love my spell check. I admit it has become a crutch. But there are some errors that we writers make that machines can't identify.
Besides changed names, as in my library book, there are times when I have found in my work and books I have purchased when character Fred is said to have done something like walked to the door. But the reader knows Fred is out of town and James is in the room. The writer knows James is in the room but Fred is a character too so in skimming for mistakes this substitution can be missed.
Over the years as a reader I have also found changes in relationships. The Uncle at the first of the book is a brother at the end of the novel. In my writing I might think I want a nephew to my main character then change my mind and make it a son. It is only when the sections of the book are combined that the inconsistency is revealed.
Another common mistake I particularly have to watch for in my writing is a misused but correctly spelled word. I spotted one on the first page of a novel I am looking forward to reading. I suspect that there was a typo in the word and when the author or editor was offered choices to correct the mistake a person clicked on the wrong choice and thus a now correctly spelled but totally inappropriate word was printed.
As writers we rewrite but sometimes remains of earlier wording is left tagged on to the improved sentence or paragraph. Incomplete deletion. Old phrases or words overlooked in proof reading get their revenge for us trying to get rid of them by making us look bad in the finished product.
I hope I have not made these mistakes in this blog, especially since there were no fresh eyes to preview it. I do make them. I have to say it is comforting to me to see goofs in published works, as it lets me know even experienced authors make mistakes. But this is why I think it is so good to have trusted readers and especially ANWA or other critique/support groups providing fresh eyes to find errors in our manuscripts.
Just curious, what are some of the errors you have found or made yourself?
Sep 14, 2011
Sep 12, 2011
It was just bad timing, actually. The people in the house behind our backyard were apparently involved in some kind of illegal activity, and they were staking out not only our yard, but our next-door neighbors'. I had to grab the kids from the back bedrooms in case guns were fired, but luckily, after a three-hour standoff, it ended peacefully. We never knew exactly what had happened--but they broke our backyard furniture when they used it to climb over the fence!
This event reassured as well as terrified me. I was so relieved when I found out it wasn't the end of the world after all; things were still going on as they normally would (although this kind of thing isn't normal in our neighborhood!), even if things would never be exactly the same.
And they aren't, not really. Americans are freedom-loving people, and we've had to give up a few freedoms and privacies in the ten years since 9/11.
I just finished reading The Hunger Games. There's an appalling lack of freedom and basic human rights that the future citizens of North America have to endure in these novels. The life of an individual means nothing to those in power, and you soon find out that even the privileged ones born in the supposedly safe Capitol hardly have any more rights than those who live in hunger and poverty in the districts that serve the Capitol. In these books, you get a horrifying sense of what life would be like if everyone from the president to the local police had the right to kidnap children and exploit them for entertainment, or publicly torture or execute a citizen just for speaking out or trying to feed their families.
There are countries where atrocities like this do go on. I'm so grateful to have been born in a nation whose citizens value their freedoms enough to fight for them. I'm thankful that we continue to stand strong and resist those trying to take our freedoms away from us. I pray that the oppressed people in other countries will someday gain the liberties that so many of us are able to take for granted.
Sep 11, 2011
I lived in Boise ten years ago. I was a new mother, a young wife, and had recently taken on a home mortgage. I was 24 years old.
I never watched television in the mornings because it seemed like once it was on, it stayed on all day despite my efforts. But on September 11, 2001, I decided to watch the morning news. I can't even remember why or what prompted it, I just remember my mom calling me to see if I'd heard. "I'm already watching it," I told her.
As events unfolded, it was hard to comprehend that this was actually happening. As Bonnie said in her last post, it seemed like a movie. I don't think the horror or the awful significance of what occurred began to sink in until later that day.
I remember loving President George W. Bush. I know there are lots of things that go on in politics that I don't understand and lots of people who think he didn't do well at leading our country, but hearing him speak after the tragedy made me think, "I am so glad he is president right now." His faith inspired me. And I do love the way he ended his speeches with, "And God bless America."
Speaking of "God Bless America," the resurgence of that song's popularity and the flying of the flag was a testament to Americans and how much we love our country. There was a unity ten years ago amongst us as Americans that has waned in recent years.
A family member of two victims on the Boston flight said, "Every person has defining moments in their lives. It isn't the defining moments that shape who we are, it's how we react to those defining moments."
Today I remember those who died, and honor their memory. I long to react to my own life's defining moments as well as those who survive the victims of this tragedy have.
And God bless America.
Sep 10, 2011
Sep 9, 2011
Sep 8, 2011
by Kari Diane Pike
"Joy is a process of subtraction, not addition, of uncovering what has always been present, not acquiring what has been missing. What within you needs to be subtracted?" -John GrobergThis quote caught my full attention yesterday and simmered in the back of my mind all night. The first thought that popped into my mind was, oh, about 20 pounds! As I considered other "stuff" to subtract, it surprised me how quickly I felt the need to fill the spaces with more "stuff." It hit me that the world teaches us to keep taking on more, to move faster, to go higher and dig deeper.
As members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we are taught that we are literally the children of God -- divine beings of infinite worth. Nothing can add to our worth. Nothing can take it away. Our worthiness (a subject for an entirely different blog post) depends on our choices, but our worth is inherent.
We are sent to earth to acquire our physical bodies and to learn through our journey who we are, why we are here and where we are going. If you're like me, you find lots of "stuff" to pick up along the way...a brick of fear here, someone else's baggage there...and it all goes in our own backpack. Pretty soon, our backpacks bulge and weigh us down. When we get tired, we try to let go of a few things, then we look around and see that other people have much bigger backpacks and not only that, but they are way ahead of us down the trail. So we stuff our packs full again and try to pick up our speed. The world tells us that if we can just accumulate more, and do it faster and better than the next person, then we will be valuable. No wonder so many of us struggle with pain, depression and fatigue. Let's go back to that quote:
"Joy is a process of subtraction, not addition, of uncovering what has always been present, not acquiring what has been missing. What within you needs to be subtracted?" -JG
Think about it for a minute. What does a refiner's fire do? It removes the impurities, or the extra "stuff" in the precious metals that keep that silver or gold from reaching its greatest potential. The value is already there, just waiting to be discovered.
President Gordon B. Hinckley quoted Joseph Smith in the May, 2005, New Era: “I am like a huge, rough stone rolling down from a high mountain; … knocking off a corner here and a corner there. Thus I will become a smooth and polished shaft in the quiver of the Almighty.”
Okay...one more. What do we do to our trees and bushes to help them bloom brighter and produce the best fruit? We remove the excess limbs and branches. Wow. Are you dumping out your backpack as you read this? The more I ponder this subject, the lighter I feel. Not only that, but I can feel more light, more joy, more hope, and more love as I use those discarded bricks to pave the path in front of me. I feel gratitude for the lessons I learn from those bricks and the people who "threw" them at me.
How does this apply to our writing? Well, perhaps we need to let go of some of those favorite words or phrases that tend to clutter our manuscripts and weigh them down. Maybe we need to let go of a few fears that block our abilities. I know I tend to let my writing time get shoved aside because I fear what others will think if the lawn is shaggy or the car is dirty, or the laundry is piled on the couch.
In writing copy this past week, I learned a valuable lesson. It's not my job to make the client like me. It is my job to write good copy. When I let go of worrying what the client thought about me, and I apologized to my muse for insulting her character, the words flowed easily. Not only that, but writing became fun again.
So, to quote LeAnne Tolley, "When you're ready, just let go!" You'll be glad you did...and your muse will appreciate the extra space!
Sep 7, 2011
This last Monday night our family picked a motto: WE CAN DO HARD THINGS HAPPILY! Yes, it hurt to have an adverb in my family motto, but it was my husband's idea.
I had this vision that we'd gather together, find the motto that fit us perfectly, and then joyfully vinyl the quote in large letters on our dining room wall (which might have worked if we had a dining room). Instead, picking this motto took two separate meetings over two weeks, the first of which ended in disaster with three family members storming off-- including Mom (hence, the "happily" part of the motto).
Our next goal: pick a family scripture. This ought to be good. I'll be sure to let you all know what it is when we finally pick it-- maybe around next spring.
By the way, I take suggestions.
Sep 5, 2011
HAPPY LABOR DAY!!
I'm looking to expand my horizons and would like your help. In an effort to enlarge my reading experience I have a few questions for you ladies whose opinions I respect.
1) Who are some of your favorite authors?
2) What genre do they write?
3) What is it about their writing that makes your heart sing?
(Oh, and one more question that's probably totally lame - How do you pronounce Ayn Rand's first name? I've only ever seen it written and it's driving me a little bit crazy!)
Sep 4, 2011
Yesterday I enjoyed another holiday cookout held by my church congregation. Since I have a responsibility to record events in our church, I took several pictures (still in the camera, sorry) of the heavily laden food tables, the barbecues grilling the steaks, and the line of people extending from the food tables down the sidewalk and around the corner. When I had finished that task, I got in line.
Once I had made it through the long wait, got my food and water, and sat down to eat, I looked up, and guess what? The line was nearly as long as it had been when I joined it. Lots of people came.
Our church congregation isn't as numerous as the people who attended the barbecue. A lot of them were holiday campers, but not a few were neighborhood people who had been invited to come, people not of our religious faith. It was awesome!
Instead of what first pops into the LDS mind about hosting a community event, I want to liken this event and its numerous attendees to ideas. Curious folk ask where writers get their ideas for a story. Writers having a struggle wonder if they'll ever have a good idea again.
The truth is that ideas are everywhere around us. Once we use one up and carry out a project to its conclusion, if we search out a few resources, we will have an unending supply of ideas. A new story might be sparked by a magazine article, an online blog, or a news report. Sometimes a story may come from a blend of various resources, as we ask ourselves "What if?" A wonderful fount of ideas can come from the practice of people watching. And listening. Not to eavesdrop, necessarily, but to "get" the cadence of language patterns, phrases, and figures of speech.
Now let's ask the writers who come here: Where do you get your ideas?
Sep 3, 2011
The following quotes can be tweaked to fit most areas, but please read them with your writing in mind.
"If it is to be, it is up to me." Many people
"Procrastination is like a credit card; it's a lot of fun until you get the bill." Christopher Parker
"Perpetual optimism is a force multiplier." Colin Powell
"Quality is not an act. It is a habit." Arisotle
"Tis better to be silent and thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt." Abraham Lincoln
"Whatever you are, be a good one." Abraham Lincoln
"Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." Eleanor Roosevelt
"You don't get harmony when everyone sings the same note." Doug Floyd
These last three resonate with me big time. How about you?
"Some succeed because they are destined to, but most succeed because they are determined to." Source unknown.
"You miss 100% of the shots you don't take." Wayne Gretsky
"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing." Hellen Keller
If you find one or two of these that fit where you are right now, please print them and place them on your mirror or somewhere to remind you that you CAN DO IT!
Sep 2, 2011
Sep 1, 2011
I wish I had a magic wand. So many tasks I could complete with just a wave and a spell. With mundane tasks out of the way I could spend more time on activities such as writing. Don't get me wrong I am thankful for washers and dryers and all the other devices that have been invented to make life easier, and I love, love, love the air conditioners and my computer.
If I had a wand I wouldn't just mop the floor, pull the weeds or cook dinner I would also wave away pounds and pounds of fat. I would also help out others and maybe take a trip to the Caribbean. But let's go back to the house work and the fat. They are obstacles I must eliminate on my path to my goals. But I have no wand. Really, this is why I want to build my own fantasy worlds and move into a sea side mansion in one of them.
I read somewhere that a person must learn from his enemies. Fat is definitely my enemy. I must need to learn from it. Otherwise it would be easy to transform myself physically into a fit person.
Mundane chores that take time and effort like lawn mowing and laundry also feel like obstacles or enemies. I need to get control over them and my time. I need to focus what time I have and apply lessons from successful authors and I hope my writing will improve. I wish I could magically remove my challenges, but transformation into the accomplished writer I want to become is learned and earned.
What are some of the first things you would use a wand on if you had one? What are some of your obstacles to writing time?