perils with writing and whatnot
I’m thoroughly disgusted with myself. I thought I could do what was so clearly impossible for me to accomplish, at least at this point and probably forever. Authors, who like complexity and are proficient at what they do, can combine two stories, the main one and a minor one, into one book. Of course, the minor story plays a major role in how the main story turns out, but it is a story by itself nonetheless.
Who was I to think I could pull off something similar as a novice? Obviously, I was way beyond being full of myself, and was headed straight for thinking I was sitting on the left side of God while Christ sits on the right side.
This weekend I finally came to my senses, or maybe it was the spirit of the universe that hit me in the head, saying, “Stop being so asinine.” In this process of coming back down to earth, I have cut approximately 2000 words out of my writing project.
Let me tell you, this wasn’t an easy thing to do. I kept want to try to rearrange instead. However, I knew, in my heart, that cutting Lacy’s tribulations out was the best thing to do for the story and my peace of mind.
Last night I did sleep better after taking a migraine formula Tylenol and a P.M. Tylenol. (The combination is for Restless Leg Syndrome.) I slept nine hours. It was wonderful, of course. I woke up refreshed and was quickly into doing my weekly laundry chore.
One of the blogs I read, Finally Writing, has weekly prompts. Finally, I decided to use one here in my blog. The title of the exercise is called Description, and involves describing a physical object in detail.
I try to keep my computer desk as neat as possible. I don’t want anything disturbing my concentration. Yet, that doesn’t mean that my desk is completely bare.
One trinket I have on my desk is a small statue of a heart. Hubby gave it to me four years ago for Valentine’s Day. It’s the sort of object you’d expect to find at Worthworth’s (when it was still around, that is).
It’s lightweight but doesn’t feel like plastic. I can only guess that it’s made out of Plaster of Paris. Because the base is as wide as the heart and round, it’s steady on any flat surface and doesn’t tip over easy.
The main color of the entire surface of it is tomato red making it standout on the light wood with black and white of details on the front of it. Unfortunately, this means that it needs to be dusted frequently. Because of the sentiment attached to it, I have a box of tissues on my desk as well that I use to wipe my little heart first thing when I sit down at my computer in the morning.
The front face of my little heart is what makes each and every one of my days. There’s a smiley face on it that is winking at me. The Plaster of Paris is molded in such a way that there’s a curved groove above the eye that is closed and the cheeks are puffed out to assist the smiling expression. The eye that is opened is looking inward and down giving me the idea that if the other eye was opened, my little heart would be cross-eyed.
My little heart from Hubby brings me joy and Hubby’s love. I love my little winking heart.
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