Here is the thing: I've got blogs all over the internet like a mormon trucker's got wives. I've hemmed and hawed, and rolled my eyes at the idea of yet another blog, but... this blog has to do with me writing and what I go through, how I do it, and other writer-y thoughts like that. so I guess it has legitimacy. Some things sound absolutely nutso, and talking to normal people about it makes them want to make a sign of the cross and run away. So here we go:
Am I weird?
I have found that I require specific things in order to be able to write: A cup (pot) of coffee and a bowl of carby cereal, like frosted mini-wheats, Honey Nut Cheerio's, or Life (it was good enough for Mikey...) If I don't have these, I can't think.
I also need silence so I can here the people in my head. I just cannot see what happens if I have the tv going, dog whining, cat meowing, kids fighting, phone ringing and the the neighbor's manager at Burger King wanting to know "If John's coming in to work today." I have enough distractions being on the computer... so close to the internet... even closer when I'm researching... and wondering if the mailman came yet, what's the dog doing, is their money in my bank account yet? Did I get an email about the last chapter yet?? Did someone reply to a comment? Has anyone beein to my Booksie page and read my stuff yet??? Has anyone been to my blog yet??? Yeah, I don't need any extra distractions.
I actually find I'm inspired most sitting in a local restaurant and hand writing in a tablet with my funky colored pens. What's up with that? picky muse...
I've got the kids trained to leave me alone between the hours of 8am-12n so I can write. They're doing fairly good at this, considering one sleeps until 1 in the afternoon and the other's in summer school until 12. This is my assigned and scheduled time to write. So why is it that inspiration waits until 11:30 to strike? Bah...
Oh, yes... and the characters... They wait until I'm elbow deep in dishwater, or stirring boiling milk, anything that requires my full attention, to tell me important things in the story. They also like to catch me while I'm really into a book, meaning I lose my place and momentum when I run to grab the tablet and funky pens to write it down.
So I ask you, again... AM I WEIRD??