Spring Cleaning Brings Brainstorms

Hey y’all!

 

I thought ‘Spring Break’ meant vacation.  Yeah, a vacation from working on one thing to concentrate on another, smaller project.  I wound up filling my spring break with spring cleaning.

 

For two days our weather was absolutely gorgeous, so I opened the windows and shampooed the carpets!  What’s sick, I can’t wait for the first week of summer vacation to give the carpets another good shampoo cleaning.  I hate carpet, but I do enjoy playing with the shampoo-vac.

 

Wednesday, while the weather was proudly displaying the sun, radiating small, warming heat rays, I was basking in its brilliance, absorbing all I could for all it was worth at the time.  The sun felt so amazing, covering my back as I worked, raking dead leaves from around our hummingbird tree.  I would imagine, by raking up the dead foliage, it’ll irrigate the dirt so oxygen can get to the soil beneath.  Makes for an appealing front yard scene.  After I finished raking what I’ve come to call ‘Hummingbird Hill’, I swept the garage patio clearing it of the foliage raked off the hill and cleaned off our outdoor furniture.  One of these days, I must invest in a tri-folding lawn chair for the summer.  Fun in the sun, some reading and sketching, for relaxation and refreshment.

 

Friday snuck itself back into the week, signaling spring break is almost over.  I’m kind of sad by it because now I’m yearning for the summer with our extended 2-month vacation.  A break from my daughter’s schooling.  At the same time, like spring break, summer break is time off from one position to work another.  I’m going to get a break from tutoring to teach more, plus more time to work on building the business.  More time to write and edit narratives.  More time to sketch.  More time to build on brainstorming.

 

I don’t know what the summer season will bring me, but I am hopeful.  I have a lot of ideas, and as the saying goes, cliche as it sounds, ‘Time to lean, is time to clean.’  Brainstorm.  Research.  Action.  It’s not work if you love what you do.

Thanks for reading with me y’all!

Friday Confession

I can spend all day, coming up with one thing or another to write about, yet every time I log in, and finally set myself to write, I’m a whiteboard that’s been wiped clean.  I’m an electronic memo, and I’ve been cleared.

I could write about my day.  Hubby and I rearranged our home office after I finished with our daughter in school.  Fridays are usually the weekly make-up day, as we make-up any work we put off doing Monday through Thursday.  She’s in four classes a day, also participating in what I call ‘After-school Stride’, and we finish with a Content Learning Session.  Most of the time we finish up decently, but she also has days when I can tell she isn’t trying.

So, after we finished with school, I was up to my waist in maneuvering office furniture.  I was initially trying for an office/living room in our bedroom, but soon realized we weren’t using the patch of living room.  Taking away the living room portion, our office is now a ‘full’ home office.  We have a lounge couch and a kitchen niche, like a teacher’s lounge.  Then hubby and I have our double-desk, a counter-height kitchen table set for two, and now we have a table for layout-spreading.  I am so serious about building my manuscript, I’ve begun the process of rewriting and revising previously written rough drafts.  Every time I finish a story, I’ll print it for my physical copy.  I have a story about chicken slick coming along impressively by my standards, and I want to submit it to a writing contest.  I have until the end of the month.

Taking two days off to maul over my hubby’s critique, and to think about the contents of the current draft, I’m working further revisions in the morning.

I’m trying so hard to find my voice in writing.  I can feel the emotions in someone’s story or a singer’s song, and I can almost identically relive a memory complete with the emotional strength I felt at the time, but to put that emotion into words, so the reader can feel them, I struggle.

I do know the best thing I can do is keep at it.  I didn’t spend three years working to earn a BA in Arts for Creative Writing for nothing.  Rejection means try harder.  I can’t give up because this time it would be me giving up on myself and I can’t do that.

Until Monday… thank you for reading.

Have a great weekend!