I'm running away to France. Some nice little village near the coast. Where there aren't three cats, lots of book stores and no one reminding me of Thankgiving and Christmas. Where there are no collections of books to be organized, no everyday work to pay the bills kind of job and finally where there is no one who writes really hot dialogue better than me
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Nov 3, 2007 - 00 17
Hey there, kyates1963. You were the first to reply to my post One day down, twenty-nine to go...I've done most of my writing since this thing started away from home, mostly at bars, mostly while having at least one alcoholic beverage. Wait, was it just yesterday that this thing started? I feel like I've been writing a week already. Probably, because my output has been as much as I would usually get done in a week. Hang in there and when it gets really bad, screw the cats and the bookstores, turn off the phone forget the turkeys, black friday and the shopping that needs to be done. Let your place fall apart. If anyone says anything you have a great excuse, you're writing your novel. Besides, the mess will be waiting for you when December comes. (My house is ashambles but I'm ignoring it) Push on and good luck.
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Nov 6, 2007 - 18 06
Can I come along? I'm suffering from an extreme case of writer's block, and of course, the distractions. Oh, the distractions!
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Nov 8, 2007 - 07 24
This post made me think of my grandparents' cabin in Starboard, Maine (well, I supposed my Mom has is now, technically). It's right on the coast, with a rocky beach, two light houses in the far distance and only a handful of neighbors sprinkled around. It's quiet and empty and you feel like the world you left behind is muffled by the surf.
We used to go up every summer for two to four weeks in August right before things started winding up again for school (my mother is a grade school teacher and thus had the summers free). I had composition books that I filled with story after story and wild romps on the beach with my brother as we dreamed up piratical lives. (Of course me and my sibling were also prone to impromptu musical numbers (ala Pirates of Penzance, only made up on the spot), so I don't suppose we were ever really normal. heh. ^_~)
Maybe I can find a way to channel that inherent 'Maine-ness' somehow. Although I don't have a porch swing, or a rock beach that splinters the sunrise into a million shimmery reflections.
*sighs*
Somehow I need to find a way to get my summer vacations back. :P
http://maps.google.com/?sll=44.61083,-67.39722&spn=0.05,0.05 (okay, so it's blurry on the satellite, I swear it's in there somewhere! ^_~;;)