It is a bit harder to say that this year. With the dearth of uplifting occasions in 2020 to share, thanks to COVID 19. I’m left with a mundane, but heartfelt,
“Friends, we are well, and hope you are too.”
Perhaps 2020 is what recalled my memoir of another not too good year–– 1944. I share my memoir, The Christmas of ’44, on a new menu page, “Short Stories.” You can find it here.
By the way––that year did end well. I have faith, this one will too.
Merry Christmas to all
For God’s sake lets pray for a Happy 2021
Isn’t it weird how life events can somehow interfere with life? I know you have all been there. That’s what happened to me over the last few weeks, some good things, some not so good. I won’t burden you with details, suffice to say my writing routine (if I can even say I have one) has suffered. I must admit I had been struggling with structure to the point it was easier to put my Panama story aside and zone out waiting for the magical inspiration to hit. Finally, with the healing effect of time, I got a handle on structure for a few scenes, and even a few hundred words down on paper. Bumps in the road do go away. Now, Dick, get back to work!
I’ve put a short memoir on page 5 of my “Writing” Menu.” Deer season is a big day in McKean County, PA. This is my memory of the 1942 season.
“Writers stuck at home during the pandemic can either binge more Netflix or get down to work.”
That headline from Carman Amato’s lead article in the November issue of “Booklife” ( the Indy Author version of Publishers’s Weelkly) struck a nerve.
I can’t claim the pandemic has robbed me of time––I’m retired. I have time-use issues for other reasons. Sure, Amato suggests the overall depressed feeling caused by unsolved pandemic and national leadership doldrums, can be a problem. I get that. Whatever reason, I’ve lost momentum in my effort to get my historic fiction piece onto paper.
The Booklife goes on to quote life coach, Tim Mahr’s, suggestion that “motivation stalls out when tasks become overwhelming.” It’s easier to binge watch than create something new. So when my crazy sleep pattern gets me up at 2:00 AM, I may think about working, but end up watching another episode of a Netflix program. (I have seen some pretty good stuff, though which makes it easier to justify the value of time spent)
I’ve got to do a better job of breaking down my creative effort into doable chunks, Then sit down and ––Just do it!
I’m looking forward to meeting with the American Association of University Women (AAUW) next Saturday, 14 November, to discuss my women’s fiction novel It’s My Turn, and my personal writing methods. This is a great group I had the pleasure of meeting with a few years ago to discuss the production process to mount a play for community theater. They are always interested, involved, and ask good questions. Nice to have a good day to look forward to after concerns of last couple of weeks (Covid 19, staying safe, and hoping for sane reactions to our country’s election process.)