The Pyrenees---Southern France

The Pyrenees---Southern France

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Super Writers

My son-in-law and my granddaughter...Daddy obliged his daughter and posed as the Hulk to her (I think) Ironman.
Can you tell this was a Superhero Christmas?

As writers, we have to think of ourselves as superheroes. We have to slip on our cape to shield ourselves from the rejection so that it doesn't hurt too much...

We have to put on our power belt, so that we can get rejuvenated and replenish our energy supply when we run low... 

And we have to strap on our photon-shooters/arm-blaster thingys so we can shoot down our inner critic who whispers in our ear, "Your writing sucks...You'll never make it as a writer. Just give up, why don't you!"

If you want to be inspired about a goal you really can achieve during 2013, check out Cathy C. Hall's post at The Muffin today, entitled "Just for Today, For a Writer."  And hopefully you're having a great start to this new year.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

The Reason for the Season

My granddaughter--She's immersed  in a superheroes phase right now...

      The holiday has been a wonderful one for me so far. I got to spend a week with my daughter and her family in Navarre, Florida. The weather was not especially good, but that didn't hamper our game-playing. During the week we invested our time and imagination in many endeavors:  we pretended we had a restaurant, a repair shop, a superhero lab, a flea market, an art studio (one of my favorites), a library, a newsroom, a bookstore (also a favorite) and a pet store.

      Several times I suggested a mattress shop. I made note that our primary duties as employees would be testing out the mattresses. Lying down and being quiet. Sleeping. That idea got a resounding "No." The energy of a fifty-something grammy + the energy of a sixty-something grandma does NOT = the energy of a six-year old. Sad, but true.

     My son sent me a video of a song he had written for me. That was my gift. It brought tears to my eyes as well as my daughter's.

      And I finished a pesky short story that has been in the works for a while. I like it (I think); now I have to figure out where to submit it.