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Showing posts with label #writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #writing. Show all posts

Sunday, January 28, 2024

The Sunday Post Closing Out January

 

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This week our weather took a turn for the warmer and that caused me to have a terrible sinus headache that has turned into sinusitis. The turn for the worse happened Friday night so I guess the upside is I have the weekend to relax. However, my plan for the weekend was to work on writing my second book! Yesterday I was smart enough to recognize there was no point in trying to write and I laid in bed most of the day. 

Today, as you can see, I am feeling good enough to sit in bed and write. My goal for today is two thousand words. Wish me luck!

How are you doing? Any fun plans for the upcoming week?  

I'm currently finishing reading Cat Sloan Is Swirling. I'm planning to blog about that on Friday. Tomorrow I'll be blogging about Last Night by Luanne Rice. 



Friday, July 17, 2020

Flash Fiction

This summer I am taking a writing class via Zoom. Normally the class would be an in-person venture and take place a few states away from me, getting to take it virtually is definitely a COVID silver lining.

Last week's class was about Flash Fiction. Flash Fiction are very short stories.  Think less than two pages. Think less than one page. Overall, as the Hubs would say, it's not my cup of tea. I was at a bit of loss, my nature is to overwrite. I feel that I don't have something important enough to say in a small space. That sounds so odd, right?  One would think it would be easier to just throw down a few hundred words and be done, not for me. Honestly, my inability to write Flash Fiction is 98 percent due to not wanting to write super-short fiction.

Flash forward to today, pun--most defiinitely--intended, my run provide inspiration for a piece.

While Running Today
by Victoria

I was about an hour into my run today when I saw a gaunt old man clad in blue swimming trunks and toting two pool noodles, one red and one yellow.  

"Take it easy out there!" He said, as I ran by completely ignoring his unsolicited advice.  This ain't my first run dude, I thought to myself and continued on toward a small pond with a water feature.  

A northern hawk owl swooped over the pond and came up with a frog in its beak. Nearby the old man put on his mask and waited for a temperature check before his dip in the condo complex pool. 

I ran past him, Don't drown Old Man is what I wanted to say. 

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Is Being a Morning Person a Choice?



My goal this Fall is to become a morning person. Is this goal achievable? I really want, need, to finish the book I've been slowly writing over the last year so my latest scheme to make that happen is to become a morning person.

To that end, I started setting my alarm earlier- from 6:15 to  6:00, to 5:35AM. Yes that's right I can't yet push myself to be up at 5:30AM, I need that extra 5 minutes. To show the extreme lengths I will go to try and make this morning person thing happen--I even set an alarm and got up before 7AM on the weekend.  On the weekend! Sunday I didn't even take a nap!  Did I get more writing done?  Barely, but slightly more than the previous few weeks is an improvement.

Here I am near my window, daylight has just broken.  You can't see the sun because my window is Southwest facing and I didn't feel like getting up and trying to get a picture w/the sunrise in it.

I wonder how long this transformation will take?  weeks? months? decades? Can you reset your internal clock for good? Or will one week of vacation set me back? 
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Frost is now upon the pumpkin, soup weather is here! Please do yourself a favor and make this fantastic soup

xoxo
V