August 30, 2002
Writing? Well, I did late night research last night. I'm really enjoying myself with it, too! I have several pages of notes, which will be put into the computer (maybe with weekend) and organized into coherent titles and subtitles. My worldbuilding is coming along nicely. The ideas are churning once again...
And, since we're still on the subject of writing (yes, we are!), I guess I should mention the BN class. I think I found a symbol. Makeup. Not only did Ancient Egyptian women wear makeup and stunning wigs, so, too, did the men. Makeup played a very important role in their lives...and it's going to play a very important role in my book. Makeup is the mask people hide their true selves behind. It covers up our blemishes, accentuates our best features, and is pleasing to the eye. Since my book is all about self-acceptance and social acceptance, I thought the makeup would be the perfect symbol of self-denial, of conforming to society's standards.
Oh, that's good...I should put that one my rather incoherent post on the BN boards. (That's what I get for trying to post while my phone is ringing off the hook).
August 22, 2002
August 21, 2002
The semester nears and my "to do" pile grows. I've nearly made it through the catalog update and I've been processing email after email of classroom requests and course changes. And I know it's only going to get worse. Lucky me.
The BN project is consuming me. I haven't opened up Dragonborn: The Beginning in forever. This may be a good, though. Distance will give me a chance to look at the rough with fresh eyes. Of course, this prospect terrifies me. What if I wrote dismal trash?
Guess I'm having a rather bleak writing day. I'm worried my newest (and hopefully best!) idea isn't quite up to muster. I know it has made it pass Holly and my fellow classmates but...still, I worry. How can I make it better? More gripping? I want to tear someone's heart out, make them nod their head in complete understanding, and crow in delight as my heroine triumphs over others and her own self-defeating fears.
I've got my work cut out for me.
Poison-Ivy (I Think)
I think my poison ivy outbreak is nearing its final stages. Gosh, I hope so. This has been a dreadful experience. The first breakout was nothing compared to this one. Just a few itchy spots left on my body...a finger, my stomach, and near my right ankle. My only option is to keep popping the medicine and applying the cream to the spots.
August 20, 2002
We took the boys camping and we actually left the state to do it! Mind you, we didn't go too far. Ohio isn't exactly light years away. I believe it took us nearly 8 hours to get from our driveway to the cabin we rented...so quaint! It was right on a lake and there were these ducks....
This is the first family vacation we've had--weekends away from home do not count. We packed up the van, loaded our bikes on our nifty new bike carrier, and set off down the road. We stopped at Cabella's...hubby's dream hunting/fishing store...and managed not to spend all our vacation money. Since I failed to bring the camera in with me, we also stopped at the store on the way home so I could get a few pics of the boys ogling the mounts. Besides, I really want to scrapbook the awkward moment when KC, my darling 4 year old son, looked up at his Dad and asked, "Daddy, why aren't they moving?" I don't think Ken really answered him but I might have been too busy chuckling to notice.
The second day of our vacation we went to Six Flags World of Adventure. The boys had a good time. I have some adorable pictures...if I can figure out how to get a picture into this blog, I'll post a few. The boys rode a couple of rides, played in the water sprinkler thing, and had the luxury of being pushed around in a stroller all day. Must be nice. I had to walk.
The rest of our week was spent doing a whole lot of nothing. It was lovely! Unfortunely, it ended too soon and we were back to work before we knew it.
I can't wait for next year's vacation.
Last week I spent time in training. Unfortunely, the training was only available in Portland, Oregon...three time zones away from my little guys. I knew the hubby would manage just fine without me but leaving my babies was HARD! I admit I cried at the airport.
Portland was gorgeous. And inspiring. The city appealed to the writer in me. Had I been alone, I believe I may well have taken my notebook and found a place to sit and write. Lovely little parks, sidewalk dining, and the gorgeous riverbank inspired scenes, emotions, and even dialogue. So, while I walked alongside Rhonda, my coworker and fellow trainee, I filed away little tidbits of inspiration to be explored in the privacy of my hotel room.
While I was away from home, and my computer!, I had only my little spiral notebook and a pen to work with while I tried to work through my BN plot assignment. I admit some of the things in that notebook didn't make it into the final draft on the computer. Still, the notebook worked as a guide as I reworked the plot. So, if you've managed to read my plot scenes and you think they're dismal, imagine how dreadful they were before I tweaked them.