Wednesday, June 27, 2012

In the blink of an eye

June 27, 2012

I've been writing. Scratch that. I've been absorbed by the writing. Better - and more accurate. I suddenly realized I've not blogged in almost a month.

The unfortuante thing is, I have nothing much to say this evening except I've been writing. Some stories flow out of me like water flows in the creek. Not so with the current WIP. The need to get the emotions "just right" is taking a lot of time.

That's not a complaint. I want it to be right. I need it to be right. But while I work, people in the blogosphere might think I died or something.

Nope. Still here and working.

Now I'm diving back in and going deep into the work-in-progress. Hopefully, a month won't go past until my next blog.


Saturday, June 2, 2012

Birthday come, birthday go

June 2, 2012

Birthdays come, birthdays go. I like to celebrate mine with a week of vacation, dinner out with the folks, lots of shopping, and then end the week with a nice quiet dinner for two. Since today is the actual event, it’s dinner out with the parents. Some mothers are capable of developing an at-ti-tude if you don’t visit them on your birthday. Mine likes to throw cash at me and she expects me to show up to receive it. Such are my blessings and bounty.

I had my vacation week all planned. I had visions of marathon writing sessions in the morning, of the muse running free, followed by long afternoon naps to renew and refresh my mind. The day would end with lazy evenings augmented with after dinner alcohol on patio. Aye. Right. That worked out real well - not! But it doesn’t matter because I had fun.

Maybe there’s something magical about turning the double nickel. Gas prices be damned, we hit the road every day and poked into the small, quiet corners found in our two “home” counties. What we found is a renaissance of bygone days out in the country.

Picnic tables, homemade stands and farm carts sit along rural driveways filled with various wares - yard sales on the honor system. One place even had local honey in pint jars with a chunk of the honeycomb left in. Man, did that take me back to my youth and the days of my grandfather’s beekeeping. I'll tell you about that some day.

As my vacation winds down, I find I’m eager to embrace some semblance of routine. Stepping away was good, but now I’ve crossed over the vacation bridge and need to set my mind back to my work. It’s time to dust off a few tools I’ve not used in a while and keep my focus on the plot.

Like Leroy Jethro Gibbs says, it’s time to “gear up.”

KC Kendricks

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