Ambiguity is more than one syllable

I've been working on a book for the past couple of years. It's almost complete and ready for professional eyes. I became discouraged the other day (perhaps the FEAR of failure) when I noticed that some of my narrative did not sound like an adolescent but an adult. Of course I am an adult and I use very big words. Even when I was in my teens I still used big words, and I've come to realize that this is probably not the norm. Anyway, then I came across a friends blog (Mark) and he wrote a piece using mostly one syllable words. I was deeply impressed. His piece was masterful. I would actually have to concentrate very hard to not use multiple syllable words. I find myself daily re-explaining what I thought was a simple explanation, but my children have no clue what I was talking about because I used a word they didn't understand. If I had only realized this 8 years ago, when they were not yet one I may have saved myself a lot of headache and heartache. ANY-Hoo, I'm rambling. This is all to say that my friends writing is a work of inspiration and he should be aware of this. Not only for my writing but perhaps for everyday communication. I come back to the KISS. Always Keep It Super Simple. Why have I overcomplicated my life?

What inspires you? What makes you keep on going?

Funerals

I don't like them. They are a reminder of my own mortality. The one from this week was most troublesome. Afterward, I felt a desperate need to spend the day with my Mom. We went to lunch and then did a little shopping. Funerals are also a reminder that I do not have control. I'm reminded of a quote from one of my favorite shows (which was recently canceled).

"Control is just an illusion meant to comfort us." -Stargate Atlantis.

Yeah, this pretty much sums up my year. However, I have also learned that I have had little trust. When we trust God with our lives, than we really have no need to worry about our life or our death or those around us. Sometimes it is hard. Especially when things don't turn out the way we want, but in the end He knows what is best for us, though we may not always see that at first.

It Is Finished!!!

Hey, Hey, Hey:

The first draft of the entire book is finished. Now for the fun part. Fixing it and pulling it all together.

Let's do the happy dance together. Woot! Woot!

Almost there

I just started chapter 24. Some of you may not know what that means, and some of you might not care, but to the chosen few, it means that I've started the last chapter of my book. The work in progress for the past three years. Why three? Well, I'm not very good at multi-tasking and two years ago I had another son and last year was one fraught with disaster. We survived and my hope is renewed. I really hope to get this chapter done this week. My goal for 2009 = Introduce it to a publisher and/or agent.
Here's hoping. (BTW: this photo is not mine. I got it off the net. But he is a great representation of one of the characters in my book. I guess you'll have to read it to find out which one.)

Ramblings

Well, I'd already messed up writing every Monday. I missed last week, but not very many people, if any are following this, so this is more like a public diary than a blog that people actually want to read.

It is Spring Break here in our house and I'm going to haul the youngin' down to Trenton for a couple of days. I'm going to go insane either way, so I might as well do it with my sister. I finished the climax of my book last week. I was pretty excited about that. I think I might have two maybe just one chapter left. It all depends on how wordy I get in the wrap-up chapter. Well, no real insights today. My brain is kinda mushy from having all three children here. Though we did take a shopping trip to Pat Catan's for them to get new web kinz. They'd saved their money for about six weeks.

Perhaps next week I'll have some more exciting news.

Spring and Kitties

I know that I don't always write here. I do on my other page some. Life just seems a little off skew right now. I don't usually write because I don't feel witting, but alas I guess that's no real reason to leave you at bay. I think I'll make a commitment to write at least once a week. I will call this my "spring resolution", since I've already failed my New Year ones. Who knows, perhaps blogging will help my creativity to flow once again? Or, I may just have to wait until my tiny tot gets out of the stage he's in. Which happens to be in-to everything and climbing if he can.

One time a blogged about my cats. At the time they were Sammy and Charlie Brown. Well, Charlie, who was a kitten when we got him, is more to handle than I could manage. We got him declawed and fixed in hopes that he'd calm down. After two months he was still biting Sammy in attack mode. Poor Sammy took to hiding all day and maybe peeking out to get a lick of water and a bite of food. I've come to believe that the reason he made messes is because the "bully" C.B. wouldn't let him use the litter boxes. In the end, we had to make a choice. We thought that C.B. would be able to better adjust to a new home then old Sumo Sammy.

Within a week, out fat cat became a different cat. Sammy was more social and loving. I think he was just thanking us for taking the thorn out of his side (or the bite off his buttukee). Two weeks after that we got a new kitty and named her Kaylea. She so soft an cuddly. The cutest thing was the day she jumped up in the window beside Sammy and licked him on the forehead while he was sleeping. He opened one eye to see what was going on and then closed it again. She then curled up next to him. Yeah, I imagine he thinks life is much better now.

It's a good thing he's been altered, and she will too. The last thing we need is a batch of kittens. Well, I guess it's not the last thing, but it is low on our list.

I'm Back, for now.

I know, it's been far to long and if anyone is still interested in what I might have to say, thanks for hanging in there. Life is an interesting if not tough journey. There are days when I feel like I'm going to fly apart from all the chaos that stomps through, and then there are times of peace and tranquility. It isn't exactly tranquil right at this moment, but it is quite. The twins are at school, after a two hour delay, and Nate, after fighting it for an hour and a half, is finally sleeping. It figures that on a day I'm really committed to writing, he picks that day to fight a nap, and if anybody knows, that is rare. He usually goes right down. But, none-the-less I got a page written for a story that the Writer's Club is working on. After that, I opened up Chapter 22 to write on it and all the wind went out of my sail. I do have written "Chapter 22: A Time To..." At least that's a start.
Christmas was good to us this year. Rick was able to take a week off from work and we spent most of that week with his family. Yes, I'm truly into studying the Chaos Theory. What better way than to spend time with ones family. We had an early Christmas with my side of the family, so Christmas day seemed strange. I'm use to spending Christmas Eve with my family and that's more chaos than anyone should study, so in actuality, Rick's family isn't that chaotic.
Our New Year's Eve was rather quite and uneventful. Nate went to bed at his usual time and the Twins were allowed to stay up to watch the ball drop. Lisa had an added bonus because the Jonas Bothers played three songs and she got to watch a mini concert and tell me how she'd like to go to see them for real. I guess, someday, I'll totally loose my sanity, and then I'll take her.
I am only a few days away from mid-life, if you assume that old age starts when you're 70. My birthday is coming up. Let me know you're thinking of me and wish me happy birthday next time you see me. FYI: it's this Sunday.