Give me fevah!

I just had a conversation with a writer, someone who has actually written (and published!) books.  Just talking with someone who has birthed a book, from beginning to end, from screen to bound copy, gives me a dose of much-needed energy for writing.

Energy for writing is one of those things one has to engineer at times.  Like cardio, the more you do it, the better your body is able to do it.  Writing is like that: the more you write, the more you have the energy, ability, creativity, desire, time, dedication to do more of it.

So, for myself, I reiterate the mantra: keep writing, keep writing, keep writing.  If this mantra appeals to you, well…I highly recommend repeating it to yourself.  Get some energy and write!

Makeup.

So this is a departure from my usual. Most of you know I write about writing, or about parenting.  But…here’s another side of me.

I’m going to make a sweeping generalization and guess that many of the visitors to this site, who happen to be male, will want to stop reading right about

NOW.

See, this post is going to be all about…da da dum da…cosmetics. If you are one of those amazing women (and I secretly admire you if you are) that cares not a bit about the wonderful world of face paint, you’ll want to stop reading now, too.

Okay, so that leaves the rest of us…those who are interested, or who (like me) are fascinated with the idea of transformation via lipstick, a smudge of color placed smartly on the eye or the cheek, lashes fanned out in thick black mascara, a bit or razzle dazzle sparkle pretty pretty…oh make me stop or I’ll just carry on.

Get it? I love, make that lurve, cosmetics. I love to play with palates of color and with the illusion of good skin, bright eyes, a pouty mouth. For those who are interested, check out my cosmetics reviews at: http://makeupalley.com/product/myreviews.asp

These are my reviews of various cosmetics, and I love the site makeupalley.com. If you are (even remotely) interested in makeup…check out this site.

What to write about?

I was looking at some writing prompts today, trying to get inspired.

I saw a suggestion about creating one’s own list of writing prompts by randomly, swiftly naming 10 things one may write about one day (don’t hold your breath!).  Here’s mine:

Makeup application techniques, spa days, toddler behaviors, celebrity gossip, depression, publishing without publishing contacts, sustainable passion, neighbor block parties, get-rich inventions, and the role of hospice.

So that’s my random, top-of-the-head list.  What’s yours?

For all you would-be pirates.

For whatever reason, pirates are hot right now.  I guess there may be some tie-in to the popularity of those films…what are they…the ones with Johnny Depp.

Anyway, I know that some of you have written pirates stories for publication to various journals, as there have been many pirates-themed publications this year.  If you have one of these stories, and it hasn’t been published, go here: http://emg-zine.com/

emg-zine is calling for submissions, and they are looking for pirates-themed stories.  Deadline is September.

Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum!  (Ok, I know…really dorky, but I couldn’t resist.)

Try it, you’ll like it.

Boston Literary Magazine prints “dribble” in their issues. Dribble is a story with 50 words exactly…no more and no less.

Like drabble (100 words), the idea is to tell a story with beginning, middle and end in a short space.  Dribble is even more difficult than drabble in my opinion, and as BLM notes–it’s half the words and twice the work (of drabble).

Dribble typically employs irony or shock, something that punches the reader in a short space.  Practicing dribble tightens your writing–you get rid of everything that doesn’t add to the story.  All writers should take a stab at it; it’s fun and rewarding.

Here’s my dribble, published this issue in Boston Literary Magazine:

http://www.bostonliterarymagazine.com/spring07dribble.html#spring07bane.html 

Terrible twos? What about this?

Why are they called the Terrible Twos?

My eldest is three and a half–an age where he is establishing his independence and where whining has become a hard habit to break.

The tantrums have subsided…thank you thank you…but the whining! I think this particular tone of voice is unbearable. The exchanges are equally frustrating. Here’s an example:

Mommy! I neeeeed my milk cup!

Son, it’s right there (I point to the table where son is sitting)

Mommmmmmmmyy! YOU GET IT FOR ME!

Are you kidding? Pick it up. It’s RIGHT THERE!

WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PICK IT UP FOR ME!

Then the time-outs begin. Ah…the Terrific Threes.

Push-and-pull.

This last week was less than productive. Somehow, I lost my momentum for my novel. It’s strange–I’m simultaneously excited by it and able to keep my distance from it at the same time.

I’ve been concentrating on short stories for a while, and there’s a real sense of do-ability in shorts–the end is quickly in sight, and I can finish them within a matter of days. For a novel however, the end isn’t just far away, somewhere out there in the foggy distance–the weight of it also looms over me. Makes my shoulders ache.
So yeah, it’s a struggle with this book.

But I intend to win.