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Christmas: Creative Writing or a Clean House

17 Monday Dec 2012

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Christmas, cleaning, creative writing, Idaho, Pine, Sandpoint, Snow, tea, Virginia, writing

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Sandpoint, Idaho, December 17th

Sandpoint, Idaho, December 17th

Cleaning and writing are both attempts to place order in the midst of chaos.  Cleaning addresses my physical world, writing addresses my mind.  Both provide immediate satisfaction.  Plenty of disruptions abound when writing, as everyone easily finds me at my laptop.  No one bothers me while I roar about with the vacuum.  The problem is, cleaning does not last.  Meals pass and the kitchen floor is once again full of crumbs. Family members whirl about creating dust.  Hair and toothpaste splatter the bathroom. Clutter arrives with the daily mail and a new sort of mess arrives with the Christmas tree.  Pretty as it is, there are pine needles.  Because writing lasts, unless I forget to ‘back up’, which is my greatest fear instead of mildewed tile, I choose writing.  I still clean, however my emotional investment is far less.  Now as I breeze through the house with a dust rag, or the vacuum, my head is full of ideas and composition.  I don’t care when shoes reappear by door, coats return to the newel post, or crumbs return to the kitchen counter.  I have words to write and thoughts to think.  This year, I especially expect the two to peacefully coexist because I have skipped the Christmas tree, hopped a plane from Virginia with most of my family, and landed in north Idaho at my daughter’s house.  Overnight, more than a foot of snow has socked us in.  A fire is blazing in the stove, wood chips are everywhere, puddles by the door, and my laptop is on the coffee table.  After I hit ‘publish’, I will do a little sweeping, smile at my daughter as she makes tea, and think about that tricky scene in my novel and how to resolve the stilted dialogue.

This blog post was inspired by Emesereka.  Thank you! http://worldofinkandyarn.wordpress.com/2012/10/30/how-witches-were-born-happy-halloween/

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An Autumn prescription for falling

23 Sunday Sep 2012

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    “Do not run along the woodsy path with new prescription sunglasses,” I told myself, too late, as my face accelerated toward the hard, shadowy asphalt.  My palms hit first. “Surrender,” I thought. Twisting to the left, I landed on my forearm, then my upper thigh, and rolled to a carpet of crunchy sticks, unharmed.
    The secret is knowing how to fall. By all means, reach out for help if you can get it.  You are falling!  If no help is available, lighten up on pride and embarrassment, surrender to gravity, and shift momentum.   You have to roll.  Hundreds of times I’ve tripped over my own feet, due to a minor birth defect, which means this method is proven.  I’ve rolled on grass, dirt, asphalt, the slick tile of the mall.  After every untimely episode, I hop up, give mental thanks for a safe landing, gather my sunglasses, or purse, or shopping bags, smile at the squirrels, or shoppers, and taxi on.  So remember, surrender to the flow.  You may fall, but you’ll never really be down.
Caution: Do not roll when you trip and fall while climbing a mountain.
“I careened forward, splintering into an abrupt dissection of mind and body.  My mind held upright in irksome disbelief while my body spilled forward.  Knees skidded across the carpet of pine needles, scraping over tree roots.  Palms grated and crunched against tiny rocks. The pack’s weight slammed down upon me, sending my stomach to the ground and my chin against a rock. I laid facedown in the dirt for an extraordinary length of time.  Or so it seemed.  In reality, I scrambled forward, clumsily gaining my stride with the help of a firm grip upon my forearm.  The fall replayed in my head as I brooded over stinging palms and knees.  Gradually, sharp prickles of pain melted to warm surface burns and I noticed Thaddeus standing beside me on the up side of the path.  “It drops off,” he said, pointing into a row of brambles on the down side. I glimpsed the edge of the path… the ground fell into nothingness.  (Memory Lake, p.222)

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