Better than Yesterday

I may live. I had good or at least not such bad news from a friend I was concerned about. The sun is out--well, I'm in California and that's not news, but still sun out helps the mood. I haven't been rejected by an editor or an agent yet this morning, and some flowers I planted are blooming.

Good Day Bad Day

Today is not a good day. Today is bad day. You can tell by my simple clauses. Either that or I'm into alzheimers. Either way it is not a good day.

Philosophy 101

Here's my philosphy for today: Everybody can write. There are a few who can write brilliantly. Some who can write well. Many who can write and get published. But even if you write brilliantly you will never be published unless you try.

Contestitis

I've got it! The contest bug. I'm on round two of the Snoop Red Light Green Light. I've entered YAfiction, and I'm honing a ms. for W.I.N. How did this happen?

Contest Mania

I've gone from never entering a contest, oh one, but that was so long ago I only remember I won something--a hundred dollars actually and for something that I wrote under the influence of youth. So I do remember that contest now that I've reached into the back of my brain. And, guess what, I'm going to do it again. Maybe I'll even enter more than one. Up my odds. I could use another hundred dollars.

One Thousand Words

I did it. Chapter One is exactly one thousands words, and, surprise, it's far better than before. I've decided that writing under pressure of word count has merit. It's just like writing grants, just like writing conference proposals. Choose those words with care. Use those structures wisely. Think about what is really important and cut the heck out of everything. I love it when I only have four words to add the lace I want. Yeah!

The CONTEST

Oh my gawd. They only want 1,000 words! In those few words have I made the character engaging, launched the conflict, established the setting, drawn the reader into the story? Whew! So maybe this is why contests are worthwhile. Instead of wasting time in self-absorbed drivel, I'll have to actually appeal to my readers. Nice concept.

Contests and other Ailments

So another way to show that you can write or want to write or think you can write or think you want to write is by entering contests. From what I've read so far they are good and they are bad. I suppose the way to approach them is to go in with a why-not- try attitude and see what happens.

So what's this for?

What is a blog supposed to do? I've read all kinds of things:provide cheap therapy, promote sales for books, write something other than what you usually write, bare your soul and become one with the universe. My goodness what else?

I just realized that Daylight Saving's Time begins this month? Has it always come so early? Isn't it supposed to stay around a lot longer this year? If we keep setting the clock ahead an hour and never set it back, will we get older faster? How about setting it one hour earlier each year and never setting it ahead? I wouldn't mind visiting 25 again. That was a great age. I just wouldn't want to go back any farther than that quarter of a century mark. The teen years were terrible enough the first time around.

February

Okay, someone go find February and bring it back. I didn't get anything done I had on my list, the list which I can't find, but know has important stuff waiting to be done.

Some poetry for March:

Blackberry clouds drift over
Darkened hills
I lick dust from dry lips
And run on to escape
The whir of defeat