#1400 Ninety-three thousand words before midnight

Right down to the wire.

I F^&*ING did it.

Okay well I didn’t actual ‘do it,’ yet… if I did I would be bathing in Moet.

Remember that for when I get published. 😉

But tonight, was the night. It was the night I let go of the reins of the horse that has been gallivanting around in my head, vibrating from my fingertips, and taking up creative space on my computer for the past roughly 7-8 years.

Tonight was the night we submitted our full manuscripts!!!!

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Oh my.  I actually thought I’d be more nervous, but getting to this point has been gradual, what with submitting 5000 words of our novels at each submission point.

Relief is an understatement.

I am so glad for it to be off my hands for the time being… and having a break from, well what else…

NOT having to write anything.

Oh man. Right on time for Christmas and ALL. Goodnight 🙂

#1341 Ham, sweet corn and pumpkin frittata

Do you go through stages where everything in your life goes a bit haywire, and the simple things you used to take pleasure in fall to the wayside?

Well I’ve been so gung-ho on the writing, that I have forgotten to make time for those little things that I enjoy, that fill me up and give me a sense of happiness in my day-to-day.

One of those things are cooking. For AGES now I have just been falling back on the same old dishes for every dinner night… because thinking of what to eat can be exhausting. I have been relying on my usual of steamed vegies and salad, with the varying components being a different meat and carb component every night.

Ugh.

With ‘new’ cooking, you have to find the recipe, get the ingredients, and hope to God the taste correlates to the time you spent making it.

Yet I still love it. ❤

I reminded myself of this fact recently, and when faced with a pumpkin that Hubbie didn’t want to eat (I think it was a Jarrahdale and it had a bland taste) I had to find a new way to use it up.

Insert… the pumpkin frittata recipe!

Now I didn’t have to go far to find this recipe. I don’t have the best organisation in keeping recipes, since at the moment I have nearly all my recipes in the coffee table drawer. I just have to sift until I find something worthy of my cooking time!

I liked this recipe, because prepping the ingredients was pretty easy (as they were nornal and accessible), the smell as it cooked was warming and delicious, especially on such a cold Spring day as today… and then the dish itself is so versatile, as you can eat it as a side for dinner, or for lunch, like I did.

And the major plus? I have so much left over. This will be my lunchtime meal for days.

Which means I have MORE time to write.

Winning 😉

#1312 Hubbie the gardener

I think it’s lovely that Hubbie loves greenery.

He loves trees, and flowers, and all manner of plants and shrubbery, even grass… and is constantly trying to think up ways to pretty our yard, bring more colour and green leaves in, and also, when all that fails and he has no inspiration, he does the next best thing – he moves the pots around ;););)

He has been working along diligently on our front yard. Even on today, our day off together, he spent a good portion of it digging up grass and making a path along the fence for our new garden bed to go, making holes for new plants and the best part… giving them a positive welcome message as he puts them in the earth.

“Good luck!” He calls out as he pulls the wound-up and compacted plant roots from the plastic tub. “Hope you like it here.”

OMG. It is so darn cute. He does it with every plant. EVERY. ONE.

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He is proud of his progress, and proud of what he is creating… and I couldn’t be prouder either. ♥♥♥♥

#1288 Planting synopses and seeds

First, it was the SYNOPSIS.

Baby girl came up this morning but then proceeded to sleep, loudly. Congested or not, she was breathing so deeply and we just couldn’t sleep anymore. Hubbie and I got up, leaving her sleeping alone in our bed, and went to have breakfast.

She was still sleeping after that, so I thought it was the perfect opportunity to spend time doing what I hadn’t been doing for the LONGEST TIME… which was working on my novel. I was due to submit a synopsis of it at midnight tonight for my recent course, and I hadn’t really started.

So off to work I went.

As I looked for plot points and complications, the turning points and climax, I realised something… I had forgotten a lot. When something is amassing 97,000 words, you can understand that some things may be forgotten… and every time I have gone to re-edit, I have generally read the first few chapters, before getting distracted for a while, and then coming back to it… only to start at the beginning AGAIN.

And also, I finished writing this novel, let’s see…. sometime in 2012. That’s a whole 7 years. A LOT can be forgotten in that time.

And I had. Forgotten a lot. I had to bring up my original manuscript, pour over sections, and something became very clear, very quickly.

I really liked it.

I know that is a massive breach of what you are allowed to say as a creative person! You are meant to say things like –

“oh, that old thing.”

OR

“Yeah, it’s ok (hair flip) I could’ve have done better.”

OR

“It is a piece of shit,” (with a hyena-type laugh because you’ve just scored yourself a major contract).

But I found myself more times than not, reading things over even when I didn’t have to.

I was re-discovering my story. I was finding twists and surprises I had put in there long ago, and I was pleasantly surprised I had managed to do that, even before my online writing courses had been a glimmer of a thought.

Clearly I still have a lot of work in front of me. But I felt the structure, was pretty good. The premise, was entertaining enough.

I liked my characters.

I liked my overall meaning.

I liked my ending.

I was proud of myself.

(Pat on the back :))

So I sat there, in my pjs ’til about 1pm (baby girl did come down and I did stop to give her breakfast) at the laptop, pouring over my novel and expelling more of my soul into the synopsis than I even thought possible.

I planted the synopsis.

And then I planted the SEEDS.

Or should I say bulbs. Tulip bulbs. And before I have gardeners sending me angry emails of “how dare you plant in Winter,” be assured I FORGOT to plant the bulbs in Autumn, I really did.

After the tulips I got from the Tulip festival last year had their run and their petals fell off, I did as recommended and gathered the bulbs and put them in a plastic bag, to lay dormant over the year so that they could be re-planted the next.

Sure, I missed Autumn. But I read somewhere that these flowers were hardy AS. They could handle almost anything. I was urged to try regardless, and so today we finally took them out of the bag…

And shock horror… they had SPROUTED!

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In the bag! It gave me hope! If they could sprout in the bag, imagine what they could do in SOIL????

We covered the 8 bulbs we had and fertilised and watered them, and then I told baby girl and Hubbie we all had to send it lovely positive thoughts.

It is in a pot outside the room where I sit and write. So hopefully sometime in Spring, I will be reaping the fruits of both my SYNOPSES and SEEDS labours….

;);););)

 

 

 

 

#1280 Unicorns and face painting for grown-ups

Because acting like a kid is fun, let’s face it.

And when you are at a kids party, you are given full licence pretty much to act like a child.

Eat lollies.

Encourage play.

Play pin the horn on the unicorn.

Get painted.

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I was thoroughly impressed at the number of adults who went glittery and crazy for baby girl’s birthday party today. I looked up, and sitting in the make up chair more often than not were adults, both men and women alike!

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And of course there had to be cake. I was very happy with my ‘creative efforts,’ and baby girl was rapt, so let’s be honest all I needed was that ok…

But if I ever meet Rosanna Pansino, American YouTube cake-making sensation, with a 2 billion audience, I will tell her –

“My buttercream did NOT spread so easy!”

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🤷🏻‍♀️🎂🦄

It tasted good though!

#1213 Rhapsodic notes

My gratitude came to me pretty early this morning. It was while running to the car to take baby girl to school drop off that it happened.

In amongst starting the car, putting our bags in the boot, and strongly encouraging her to “close the door,” I then sat down in the driver’s seat with a huff, and suddenly heard the all-too familiar notes…

“Is this the real life

Or is it just fantasy

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality…”

What? As if it was planned for my entrance. I checked the station. Queen playing on commercial radio? A 6 minute song on breakfast FM?

It was.

I looked back at baby girl in shock. We were both thinking the same thing.

We had just sang a birthday version of this song for my sister on the weekend. We had created it and revised the words, and made it all about her. In fact, as I started to drive, baby girl decided to belt out our version…

(Instead of “Mama, ooh ooh ooh)

Aunty, we love you.”

Oh God, it was gorgeous. I drove to her school with the music blaring, original words interspersed with our own rhythmic creation.

“So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye

Use your digital camera and leave me to smile!”

It was hilarious and put us on an immediate high for the day. Not only were we singing along to one of our favourite songs, but it was bringing back all the amazing memories of the weekend,

They even played the last words…

”Anyway the wind blows,” which is really

Happy birthday sister.”

GONG.

Best start to the day.

 

 

#1197 3000 words

3000 words. It can be a lot of words, or a little, depending on the context of which they’re in.

But for me, tonight, 3000 words is a HUGE DEAL.

3000 words is my first baby, my book, my idea, my brainchild (if I am allowed to call it that) being sent out into the world for 10 complete strangers who I have never met to read and critique and shock horror RIP IT TO SHREDS.

I just hit ‘submit’ after staring at the screen for about 10 minutes.

What to note down as I posted the first 3000 words of my novel in the round 1 critique for my online course. Sure it was easy when it was others’ turns, and I opened up their word documents and commented here, there and everywhere… but it is a WHOLE NEW sensation to have to release that which you have worked on for so long, and surrender yourself to whichever comments may come you way.

It’s because your story, is of you. There is a reason why I think, people can be fascinated to find out what genre you are writing in. What characters you are exploring. What world you are bringing to life.

That is because there is a slight expectancy, that in writing contemporary fiction, it may still be somewhat based on you, as the author.

YES, and NO. Sure, parts of my life, the people I have met and the places I have been have affected me, some even to the point that they may feature, ever so slightly in what I write.

Yet at the same time, there is no relation. It is all a pure fabrication, figment of my imagination, come to life through hours of thinking and noticing and observing events around me.

And that is still, the most terrifying part. No matter how much your story is or is not based on your life, all of the ideas undisputedly, have come, from YOU.

It is all YOU. All of it. Anything shit in there – YOU.

Anything boring – YOU.

Anything uninspiring – YOU.

I felt compelled to tell them in my notes on submission tonight –

“Please be kind.”

“I have gone over this a billion times.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“I’m terrified.”

And explain and explain and explain my story… and then I remembered something i had heard, which was that author’s aren’t there sitting on readers laps telling them about their story as it is read.

It is up to the reader to interpret. You write it… you let it go.

So I let it go.

“Hi all

Here are the first 3000 words of my YA novel.

SmikG.”

No explanations. No excuses. No expectations. Nothing at all.

Just those 3000 words.

And although I am shitting bricks at what I will receive in return…

I know that releasing these words is the first step, to making them better again.