Saturday is finally here. This week seemed a lot longer than usual. I had so much going on and so many things not going my way, but no matter. It's finally the weekend. Even if things don't go precisely as planned on the weekend, it's OK because it doesn't affect too much. It doesn't bother certain school work or classes or anything like that. So, it shall be just fine.
When I have the time I've been watching movies about writers and re-reading some of my favorite books. All of them lead to the obvious. For example, in Little Women (the movie), Joe first tells Beth that the key to writing is to write what you do not know. However, she learns from her Professor that it is best to writer from the heart. I'm sure I've gone on about this before, but I think sometimes I am so focused on writing for an audience that I do not stop to think to write from the heart. For example, one of the books I am writing Missing You, doesn't exactly read like it's from the heart... and it desperately needs to be. I've just decided that in whatever spare time I have I'm going to go back and start re-writing bits and pieces of it. I want it to really read like a memoir, not a badly written fictionalized story. I want it to touch people and make them understand what everyone was going through at that time. I want them to love and hurt the way everyone that was involved did. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you'll just have to be on the look out for the book ;).
I've started looking around for writing contests. It isn't easy at all, but I've figured out that if I want to prove I can make a living at it, I need to start somewhere. I want writing to be my life, because it's something I can always do from the home, and it's something that I'm always doing anyway. I want people to enjoy what I'm writing, even if it's just from a blog.
Having my writing room helps me. It's such an extraordinary room. I know I haven't posted recent pictures but part of that is because it's a disaster right now. There are crumpled up pieces of paper all over the place and a blanket in the middle of the floor and a coat... it's my room, so there's not always a reason to keep it clean. When I want to write, though, the mess tends to add to the craziness in my mind. Like Renee Zellweger says as Beatrix Potter in Miss Potter, "I have pigs running amuck up there." It seems that I am the same way. I constantly have some new idea or story running through my head. If only they were all fully developed and all I had to do was write them down!
Although today Clark and I are supposed to go hiking and then attend Oktoberfest, I think it may turn into a somewhat lazy Saturday. Clark's been fighting a cold which he insists is allergies, but I know better. He always gets sick when the weather changes, and it may be best for him just to rest today. If that's the case, I will still probably insist we go up on the parkway for a little bit. I have been wanting to take some pictures of the leaves and such. We're actually having an autumn this year and I don't want to miss capturing it. It's days like we've been having recently that makes me think I may actually miss the high country when we move... but if we have a terrible winter, I know I'll quickly change my mind.
I know this may not read quite as entertaining as it should. This morning I'm feeling a bit "blah" due to actually sleeping past 6am. I woke up at six and actually went back to sleep and didn't get up until eight. For me, that's pretty impressive.
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