Friday, October 15, 2010
"And sometime when I wasn't looking, I got a new life." --Linda Della Donna
I've been busy typing, hard at work making a draft to send Suzanne, my writing coach. Monday morning is my weekly coach call. I need to be ready. I try not to self-indulge my nonsense thinking I can't do it, I just plod along, one stroke at a time.
Same goes for the work in my teeny tiny apartment. What seems like turtle pace, workers plod along, one room at a time.
Above is a video of workmen opening the wall separating my kitchen from the living room.
Betcha $5 you won't watch it to the end.
Because it's too darn noisy, that's why.
Pity me. I'm living with the noise. And writing a book.
But the work in my teeny tiny apartment must be done in order to make a better view. Without that hole in the wall, I can't see my kitchen when I'm sitting in the living room. And when sitting in my kitchen, I can't see my living room. I want to know what's behind that wall and unless workmen cut a hole in it, I remain in the dark.
Writing a book is hard work. Sometimes editing what it is I've just written is like walking a mile with my eyes closed, until I cut out a wall of words. Kinda like drilling a hole in a kitchen wall.
If you know what I mean.
Just as sometimes you need a person to be strong for you, maybe sometimes you need a person to be weak for you. --Lolly Winston
Cut it out. You heard me. Just take out the unnecessary wall of words in your work and help your reader see the light.
Now go write something. Go ahead. I dare you.
Linda Della Donna
If I can write a book, so can you.