I spent a sunny, eighty degree Saturday getting my prose on at the Wesleyan Writers Conference, pictured here with the incredibly talented Steve Almond.
We have so many rules that we function by.
Life has rules.
Prose has rules.
Heck, everyone I know have rules.
Rules have overtaken our lives. But we need rules, no? Maybe? Yes?
Where was I going with this? Oh yes, I remember now … In college I was taught a specific way to construct a story. Certain elements needed to be present while others induce boredom. I am a rule breaker at heart so when a presenter shows how to break all I have lived by, all I can say is that I am in!
Being given the option is freeing!
Side note: Maximum Trouble will take a little longer…
Please note: I was able to keep this quiet until I posted a photo of me leaning on crutches to a social media site. My latest revelation is one can be observant without being aware…
So here is my original “Back To The Blog” post:
So sorry for disappearing on you all. See I have been away… At rehab.
Not that rehab… not Hunter Thompson rehab for wayward authors… not Hemmingway’s serenity village…
I am going to rehab for a torn ACL (destroyed if you believe my surgeon). I did it skiing a few months ago and recently had the surgery to fix it. Prior to that I have no excuse.
Being unable to do simple things, like driving and walking, gives one a new perspective. On a high point I have been writing a lot! A new release for the end of the year is a real possibility. I am bringing back Zach Brady and Maxi Malone in a new adventure.
I am also working on a sappy romance… really sappy… super organic maple syrup sappy… It has been fun to get to meet a new group of characters who hang out in one of my favorite places.
More to come as they develop.
So, if I may make a few observations…
Too many people use the handicap stall when they don’t need it.
The folks running College Street in New Haven are incredibly accommodating of people on crutches.
Chair dancing is still fun.
Physical therapy hurts.
College campuses are not designed for people on crutches yet with a bit of gumption and upper body strength, one can get around.
Not driving is a real drag.
My husband is the best and I am surrounded by awesome people.
Ah… exercise time.
Feel the pain…
Scene: Feet up in a recliner, green, fabric. A gift from one of my parent’s friends because he liked his old chair better. Heat radiating off the blue soapstone wood stove in the corner. Cadenced breathing coming from a black lump on a brownish gray dog bed. Dim lights.
A gray day sits out my picture window. A “snow day” actually.
Except there is no snow. The thermometer reads 38 degrees. If the sun would peek out, it would be beautiful. Instead today is dreary.
My next book is slow coming. I debate every move to the point where I write dual scenes. For example, my latest has two prominent characters making a narrow escape from a psychopath. One should get shot… then again, she might not.
The other version has the dual getting rescued and the bullet piercing skin is definite.
Otherwise the scene would be expected… boring.
The rhythmic sounds of my dog snoring interrupt my characters dodging of objects that would cause some type of pain. I wonder if dogs could have a deviated septum? Would they need an operation to breathe better? Should I be concerned?
Silence. Oh yeesh… She’s looking at me with her big brown Lab eyes. This could mean almost anything except she doesn’t want to go out. She crawls right up on my lap when she wants to do that. She doesn’t want food because she’ll sit in front of me and make noise by bouncing her tail off the floor. Water bowl is full. Her purple bone is under her stomach, hedgehog is to the right, and her head is laying on her squirrel. No missing toys.
Why is she staring?
Oh… more snores. I guess she’s sleeping with her eyes open.
Kind of creepy.
It is starting to rain…
Disclaimer: I got up to get my camera and apparently this is code for “cookie”. Adorable dog quickly becomes P.I.A. Moment over…
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You may have noticed in Uncle Neddy’s Funeral thank you, I thank The Harmony Café for good food and vibe. I really love this place.
I am sitting in the corner, drinking a house-made chai tea, and loving life. The owner shared a slice of carrot cheesecake with me. I am in heaven. Thin carrot cake crust topped with cinnamon-nutmeg flavored cheese. Just wow!
(Not that you need to know this but I also ate half of a house-made veggie burger on homemade bread with sweet potatoes. It is called the Ricardo…) As summer continues I have fed my muse both physically with food and metaphorically with live music. This seems to be working as something new emerges.
Uncle Neddy is actually going on tour, virtual, yet a tour just the same. Starting next week, via this blog, you’ll have the opportunity to visit other blogs and register to win an Amazon gift card.
If you are in the central Connecticut area and a Chai tea fan, stop by The Harmony Café on Main Street in Middletown. You may see me banging on my laptop in the corner.
I will be the person with the half eaten sandwich and finished dessert.