“I feel like a boring experiment.” – Virginia Kate
Sometimes, I feel boring. I do believe my blogging has become boring. I feel boring. I am boring. Bore bore bore! What can I do to spring life into my blog? Well, I don’t know – right now all my focus is on getting the 2nd novel done.
Sometimes, I go so deep inside my own thoughts and my own world and the world of my characters that I forget Good Man Roger is there. Suddenly, there is this man standing there looking at me. I say, “Huh? Wha?” and he says, “I just asked if you’d like some seared scallops with cream sauce and a side of risotto and a nice pinot noir?” I answer, “Oh. Um. Huh? Wha? Yeah…okay, that sounds…” and then I trail off, what was I writing? What was the character saying? For surely the character is more important than Real Life. Or not. But it doesn’t matter; it is what it is. I finally say, to his retreating back, which looks slightly slumped inward. I call out, apologetically and excitedly all at once, “Yes! OH! That sounds good! I’d LOOOOOVEE sea scallops and risotto and pinot noir and all that. I Can’t Wait! Thank you! You are Great! WOW! I am SO lucky!” Overkilling it, but dang, you know?
Sometimes, I wander about the house touching things. Is this real? Yes. Is this real? Yes. Is this real? Yes. Is this real? Yes. I touch GMR. Is this real? And he says, “You’re touching me! You’re touching me! ohhhh!” and I roll my eyes and say, “Stop it. I touch and hug you sometimes. Geez. You are soooooo (NOT) deprived. Geez.” He laughs, but I wonder: when was the last time I went over and gave him a big ole hug. Hmmm. So I do it, right then and there, but it feels forced, so I stand up quickly. Then I touch the top of his head, and then kiss his cheek.
Sometimes, I’m moody. Although the older I get, the more my moods even out. I can be silly for no reason at all. I can be sardonic. I can be negative. I can see things in ways that GMR says “I never thought of it like that! Hey!” I can tell him, “that person isn’t as they present themselves,” and then later he asks, “how did you know…” Because, I am wise, sage, otherworldly to his practical. Huhn. Right?
Sometimes, things are too cluttered around me. I am building a “nest” in this room where I am doing the most of my writing. It is beginning to look awful. Something must be done. To start: I have two books that were sent to me for book give-aways that I still have not given away – they are both Virginia Ellis books. One is The Wedding Dress and one is The Photograph – So, I’ve decided that the first person to tell me, in the comments, “I want those copies of Virginia Ellis’s books!” will get them. Now, that’s done!
Sometimes, I have to say: “see you all later – I’ll try to come visit when I can…” because you all are interesting people and thank gawd you are there, for you are my lens to the outside world right now as I have to turn ever inward.
PS … I forgot: when the ‘lectricity went out yesterday during a thunderstorm, I took some videos with my camera, here’s two: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuPrirHWONo