I'm writing a book. It's the book which has been rolling around in my head for YEARS now, ever since I suspected that my stepford neighbor was a peeping tom. Guess what this book is about! Surprise, surprise.
I just started seriously putting it on paper a few days ago and I already have 8,750 words down. That's 15 pages, in whatever size and font a google doc presets itself in. I am not a fancy girl!! The funny thing is that I have seen every single scene in this book in my mind a million times so I thought that the words would just flow like lightning out of my finger tips and onto the paper. hahahaha. Nope. But, I will stick with it. Wild mom is an avid reader of trashy novels ( did I mention it is a trashy novel?) so I asked her to read the beginning and tell me if she thought I was heading int he right direction. She said good things so I hope she isn't just being nice to me. Once I have a larger chunk down I will most likely seek another friends advice. I have a friend from the dog park who is the most real person I can imagine. She loves to challenge everything I say so if she is into it I will ask her to read along with me as I write this too. I think she might be less reserved in calling me out on weak spots.
I think my key board might be at the end of it's life. Sadly as I type away I can hear it squeaking and straining with each letter stroke. Especially the space bar, which makes sense since it is probably the most pressed tab on the board. Dammit. Bad timing.
In creative news, I have taken a breather from photography. Not so much a breather in taking photos, because I was taking some today in a snow storm (hello dedication) but more from entering contests. I can't shake the feeling that the entire thing is just a ploy to get me to pay entrance fees with no pay off in the end. I just need advice. There are to many people out there willing to submit to contest after contest. I feline it's become meaningless, or maybe that is just the rest of my life situation reflecting back on me. I don't know. I would love to be recognized, but I don't want play the games and jump through the hoops. You know?
I'm just tired and cranky. Everything sucks and I am trying to move along in the most minimal way possible.