Shifting Focus

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Thanks for the emails of encouragement. Yesterday’s vent was a spur of the moment thing–sometimes in life, we just have to scream at the walls. I don’t usually do it in public.

I also ask a little forgiveness from the folks to whom I owe a few emails of my own. I’ve not forgotten…just trying to juggle a lot of plates, as most of us are, on a day-to-day basis. And the older I get, the faster those days seem to pass. Sometimes the only way I know an entire month has whizzed by is by the length of the gray in my roots!

This weekend, I’m going to try to regroup, refocus, and rewrite. It finally occurred to me yesterday (I can be a little slow on the uptake sometimes) that part of my problem, part of my frustration with the tiny things in life, is that I’m editing too much and not writing enough. So I’m hoping to hibernate this weekend, just me and the Rach. I want to put in one of her movies, curl up on her couch with my Dana, and type my heart out.

Writers need that. I have crime on the mind…great cold cases…mysteries that pull at the heart and soul….

Ah, such things as dreams are made.

I need a “Chittendon weekend.”

“Lots of people hear voices. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Some of them are called writers, and mostly they do the same thing.”
–Margaret Chittendon

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