Month: December 2010

Upgrading the Past

Baby, it’s cold out there.  The snow is so fluffy, it should be swept, not shoveled.  And I’m inside with an oven that doesn’t want to cooperate with my demands…like going to a certain temperature and staying there.  A repairman is supposed to arrive any month now to look at it and see if it’s repairable.  Again.  To be honest, I wouldn’t mind replacing it. 

In the middle of NaNo, a contest was put up by one of the editors at Girls with Insurance .  I liked the premise, but didn’t have time to work on it.  This week I did.  I’m not a writer of nonfiction very often.  It is getting a bit easier though.  The name of the contest is “You Could Have Had Me.”

The piece I wrote, “What I Was Going to Remind You of Someday” does have elements of truth in it.  So much was added though, it seems a bit like fiction.  It takes place when I was seventeen or eighteen.  I don’t know.  It probably isn’t any good at all.  I sent it to 4 people.  Two have not gotten it yet because it went out in the holiday cards I sent yesterday afternoon. The one reply I did recieve said it was convincing. I think it reads like an upgraded bit of my past where there was cause and effect and it all made sense somehow.  Nothing like the life I actually lived back then.   

I’d been considering the idea for a month then wrote it in my notebook in less than an hour.  I touched it up, deleted 1/10th of it and sent it in.  The maddening thing is that the contest doesn’t close until 31 January.  That’s a long time to not even know if it landed in the correct email inbox. I absolutely felt like I was cheating, too.  I know Dawn isn’t the editor to choose to send nonfiction to at that magazine, but still…

I’ve been in correspondance with somebody who doesn’t want to remember anything about his past, saying it’s long gone.  I challenged him, asking  how else he would know what to write, what details to lend to a story if he could only use his present.  I think it’s preposterous not to consider what you know to be true to add to a story.  I can write about working in a strawberry feild because I did.  I can only imaging working as a forklift truck operator because I have not.

Well, since this is another Friday instead of a Thursday, I’ll chasten myself for not writing this blog entry in a timely fashion.  As this appears to be the last entry of this wonderful year, I wish you joy and thank you for reading.  If I still made resolutions, perhaps I’d strive to be on time next year.  Happy New Year!



I have no idea what I was thinking, but I was not thinking yesterday was Thursday. Perhaps it was the copious amounts of snow. Maybe it was worry. Maybe I need to change over my calendar pages in a timely fashion.

Fresh off NaNo and I’m very happy with the result. The rewrite will begin soon. Tomorrow is the TGIO party and I am looking forward to that and meeting up with the best Municipal Liaisons: Madeline and Sarah Elizabeth Diemer  (Sarah Elizabeth Diemer)… If you’re thinking about attempting a book and want to shoot for next year’s challenge, these two will ease you through the days until you’re on the other side wondering why you had the slightest doubt about the process. True, you do feel like you’re coming out of a coma at the end, but it is a delicious feeling; all sorts of lovely sensations face you and you think ‘I could use that in the rewrite!’

The snow. Ah, well, it happens. The upside was that my husband brought home a gorgeous filing cabinet that was scheduled for a dumpster rendezvous. It’s tall and beige and now serves as part of my cubby. This office space has seen a lot of changes over the years. I had to give up a desk to gain this cabinet and so far, it is working out well. I like the perception I have that somehow I am stimulating the economy by the reduce/reuse/recycle model we’re continuing to embrace.

All plans pointed to us traveling over the hill to see J.T.  (Jim Julie Tuttle)and the Law (Eric Lawton)play at Colden Lakes tonight, but the stamina just wasn’t there. Jim, if you read this, honestly, start the set before 8 p.m.! I don’t think the decision to not go tonight was because of the strange encounter that occurred the last time we went to see them play — a month ago — at the same venue. I knew it was going to be a possibility, but seriously, finding myself sitting across the dance floor from one of the deepest? greatest? fiercest? longest? loves of my life–Well, description fails me here; I haven’t given it enough thought. I didn’t think I was going to blog about this, but … “My Johnny” was there and he looked good; he looked fine and it was weird. Shalom. Put that into lyrics and sing about it.

By the by, have I ever mentioned that I love my husband? I do and can’t say it enough. How often is there a relationship where you can tell the other that you had thoughts about kissing your high school sweetheart and your partner doesn’t get mad at all? Some men are truly awesome. I’m glad I get to live with one of them. Until next time!