WORDS AND PEOPLE
If you don't believe me, ask my poor husband. I am home everyday, either talking to myself, or to the grandkids; both of them boys, who would rather listen to a digital voice from a video game.
I'm pretty sure I don't use even five-hundred of my allotted twenty-thousand words each day. Hubby probably uses at least sixty-five hundred of his seven thousand. Can you say, "tension" around five thirty in the afternoon? It sorta flows from both sides of our desk. We've tried to make adjustments, but sometimes we just have to pretend he's still at work. But wait, I still have about NINETEEN-THOUSAND words to use before bedtime! Can anyone relate?
So many wonderful things have happened to me in my long and blessed life. They've always happened in the form of people; young people, old people, babies. There have been friends, a few people I didn't especially like, family, co-workers, school mates; you name it, they have been through my life. I just don't know how to NOT talk about all these people and the roles some of them have played in my life. As a child, my most famous line, according to my grandpa, was, "Oh, paw-paw, let me talk." (Truth)
Sooo...get ready for it...
I have decided to write a book. I have made my meager start, and have learned a couple very important lessons: it isn't a walk in the park. It's hard work, and if you aren't computer savvy, get ready to check into rehab after you lose -- completely wipe out -- your first 60,000 words. That's three days worth of words. I'm slowly learning other things about my venture; very slowly.
I have decided to write a book. I have made my meager start, and have learned a couple very important lessons: it isn't a walk in the park. It's hard work, and if you aren't computer savvy, get ready to check into rehab after you lose -- completely wipe out -- your first 60,000 words. That's three days worth of words. I'm slowly learning other things about my venture; very slowly.
I'm sure, between consoling me and trying to find my lost words (that never re-appeared by the way), my hubby was smiling; for three days all he heard were sobs. No words.
If I try to figure the timeline for distribution, it would be so far away we would all be old and gray. (I'm laughing here, but you don't have to). Anyway, I'm posting this here to be one of my accountability sources. Keep reminding me.
And who knows, someday, somewhere, you might pick up a book and find yourself a Protagonist, or maybe even an Antagonist. They're the bad guys.
And who knows, someday, somewhere, you might pick up a book and find yourself a Protagonist, or maybe even an Antagonist. They're the bad guys.
