Well I'm back. Don't worry, I'm not dying. Last week I had some health scares (swollen lymph node) but it went away- then I found a lump on my head, which apparently, according to the doctor, is just a part of my skull? Anyway, needless to say I was a little worried for a while there. Maybe if I get shot in the head one day this hard lump will save my life? You never know. Unfortunately for the past week I've had this feeling that I have something stuck in my throat...it goes and comes. I'm beginning to think it's allergy related. Very bizarre. In other random news, I found a deal and I'm getting the carpet downstairs professionally cleaned for $60. Which is good, considering I called other places and their min. charge was $150...and that was supposed to be a deal? Granted, the carpets are perfectly dry when it's finished but...I think I can handle some wet carpet if it's going to be almost 100 bucks cheaper. Why the steam cleaning, you ask? I have my in-laws (the first set...my husband's parents are divorced) coming to visit from England on September 5 and they'll be here until Sept. 21. But that's not the only reason I'm doing it...this is something we haven't had done ever...since moving in almost 3 years ago. So I figured...okay, this carpet is gross. It's time. Unfortunately, I'm too cheap to get the upstairs and staircase done. But we have a crappy old steamer...I'll use that myself. But the mess downstairs...our crappy little steam machine won't even touch that. I guess that's what happens when you have 2 kids under 5 and a dog...and a husband who continually tracks grass and dirt in the house because he forgets to take his shoes off...but that's besides the point. God, look at me...I'm rambling because I haven't blogged in so long. I still need to finish my book. I feel so close, but yet so far. I took a week off writing, then the "doctor week," and now it's simply a matter of getting back in the swing of things again. Anyone have any good Inspiration? I'm out.
For those who were wondering (which I'm sure were none of you) I took a week off of writing my book...which was so needed. Last night I sat down for the first time in a week and wrote over 1300 words. This confirms my theory that writers need breaks. I once read this quote that said if you don't write every day, you can't call yourself a writer or something of that nature. I guess, technically, that's true. Last week I was not a writer. But I am now, and I'm loving it all over again and I feel like my writing is better for it.
Over this past week I lost a follower. I can't remember who it was, which sucks, because I can't track them down and demand a reason why they broke up with me. ONE WEEK off is all it took for them to figure out my blog was useless? ....I'm surprised they lasted that long!
Anyway, to everyone else, thanks for sticking around. But be warned: if I have another deserter, I might be forced to quote song lyrics in my grief.
Up until recently, I've always thought that Storytellers WERE writers. That they were one in the same. But now, after stepping into this writer's world, I have noticed that many writers see a difference. This morning in The Practice Room we were discussing how Stephanie Meyer is a great story teller, but necessarily a great writer.
I had never thought of this before. To me, they were always synonymous. What is the major difference? Is this true, or is this just snobbery? Is there something to this? Who decides what is and isn't good writing?
Hi, I'm Dena...writer of randomness, lover of bathroom humor, and mommy to two gorgeous kids. Currently published online with Black Lantern Publishing as well as the May issue of "A Fly in Amber," an online e-zine. I'm still praying for a book deal! Click on my FACE for even MORE info about me!