Day Three: just a little wrench in plans.

My daughter threw up at midnight last night; finally a reason to be happy that my husband suffers from insomnia. I was out cold and my daughter didn’t even attempt to come in and wake me…she saw the light on downstairs and went to get her dad, lying on the couch playing with his smartphone (aka The Binky).  The deal was done so all he needed to do was clean up, which he did admirably. Best of all, I got my beauty sleep. Seems kind of odd to be celebrating such a turn of events, but daughter is slowly recovering (and the doctor visit yesterday shows no signs of strep from the cultures taken) so we’re just letting things take their course. Fingers crossed that it isn’t mono — there is a rare outside chance of that, but we need to wait a couple of more days. Let’s hope for continued improvement!

Hubs also took youngest to school today…lil guy has twice been confused by a crowded bus and new bus hub where he has to listen for his “stop.” I promised to drive him in today, but with our overnight developments, hubs didn’t want to leave daughter alone and just dropped lil guy off on his way to work.

Which meant (a) I did not have to jump in the shower (although I should, immediately after breakfast) and (b) I had a chance (and grabbed it!) to crawl back into bed (this 5:30a wake-up time is for the birds, not me). Bad, bad writer.

Still — got my writing in. With both kids home, at 2p in the afternoon. It wasn’t smooth, it wasn’t un-interrupted (daughter suddenly wanted to take a shower…coughing up a lung…in my bathroom…three feet from my writing desk; lil guy wanted to switch online games he was playing…downstairs). I almost wimped out at the bottom of page two, and again about halfway through page 3 (of my 4-page a day goal), but plugged on through and almost — almost — didn’t want to stop there. I am taking Ernest Hemingway’s advice, and quitting in the middle of the action, so that I have somewhere to start the next day.

If I can keep up the 4-page goal in under an hour each day, I may just increase that goal. Do you have daily writing goals? I’d love to hear about them in the comments.

Keep on keepin’ on.

Day Two surprise

Despite my daughter staying home from school today — yes, only the second day of school and I’m dealing with a sick child — I was able to get in a 45-minute writing session and meet my goal: 4 written pages, roughly 1,000 words (I still have to test that out by typing up what I’ve written so far).

I had a surprise in store…researching something that came up, a detail that just offered itself to me…swastikas, or rather, sauvastika: the mirror-image of the hated Nazi symbol, its right angles forming counter-clockwise Ls (the sauvastika). Apparently the Nazis subjugated the good-luck version (backwards Ls) and the counter-clockwise one meant the opposite:

“Some cultures in the past had differentiated between the clockwise swastika and the counter-clockwise sauvastika. In these cultures the swastika symbolized health and life while the sauvastika took on a mystical meaning of bad-luck or misfortune.”
(From about.com)

My characters encounter a sauvastika in the tiles on the floor of a foyer in an old apartment building (circa 1920s). I had a similar experience in Chicago, in the foyer of my sister’s apartment at the time. I can’t tell you if it was right- or left-facing, but I can tell you I had a very visceral reaction to seeing that symbol under my feet (mainly, “why haven’t they replaced this floor in the last 70 years?!”)

I came across a booth at the Ann Arbor Antiques Market two years ago that featured nothing but swastikas/sauvastikas…not just on Nazi paraphernalia (which was sparse, and hidden) but on Native American baskets and rugs (presumed Navajo) and American patchwork quilts. The man who owned the booth was well-versed on the reaction to such a symbol, and readily offered a deeper history of it as one of good luck. He insisted the counter-clockwise symbol (where the right angles form recognizable Ls) meant something along the lines of “Life, Love,” etc. However, being that this symbol is over 3,000 years old (predating the Egyptian ankh…and our alphabet), I’m going to have to decide which direction this symbol faces in my plot’s apartment building. It may mean a whole lot of difference between good and bad things having happened there.

My daughter is lying on the couch, (I think…if she were “laying” she’d have to be setting something else down, right? Like, laying eggs?! Oh, Grammar…you annoying bitch) making noises in her sleep as if she were battling evil. I just took her temperature — 102. Ugh. Which means no school tomorrow, either, but I know I can make my writing goal anyway.

And maybe find another surprise to research later.

I love writing.

Day One down

Today was the first day of school, and officially the first day of my “writing life.” Okay, first HALF day, since my youngest only does mornings. I was surprised by two things: my ritual for getting ready included reading over prior material (which was fresher than I remembered), and my goal (1,000 words…4 sheets of notebook paper, handwritten) only took me a half an hour. I sat there, stunned, then let myself accept that I had reached my goal quickly. Like getting into the pool, I’m okay with inching my way into this.

My only panic moment came as I sat there, pen poised, just before getting started. “Really?!” I thought. “Writer’s block already?!” Then I realized I just hadn’t decided on a scene yet. I had read through my (2!) outlines, each with conflicting paths, and choose to go with yet another restaurant scene (my protagonist is a waitress).

One of the delightful things I discovered in previous written scenes was that her BFF is a neat freak. It was fun to put in little references and habits of his that would drive a non-neat freak crazy.

I’m off to bed early; I was up at 5:30 a.m. to shower before my daughter got up to do the same. Unfortunately, she has a wicked case of laryngitis; she may not be going to school tomorrow…we’ll see how this affects my writing schedule…luckily she is 100% behind me on this writer-thing…it’s my husband I haven’t informed yet!

Preparing for fall

I recently found out that my youngest will have to go to an a.m. class (our neighborhood is on an afternoon bus route, but there are not enough students to hold afternoon-only classes for his age group) when he starts school this fall, which means that both kids will be out of the house first thing in the morning (7 a.m. if they take the bus, 8 a.m. if I drive them) and I will have Prime Time for writing! Yesssss….feel free to give me a virtual fist-bump 😉

I have been taking what time I can eke out of my day to pull out my novel research and pre-writing. I’m lining up my writing reference books (a la Heather Seller’s most excellent Chapter by Chapter) and catching up on my Books 100 (another Sellers suggestion). I’ve been checking my plot outline and doing small character studies.

I’m getting ready for the open-ended writing time I’ve been craving since my first child was born. What do you do to get ready? What’s your writing schedule? Do you have one?

Simple Abundance

I’m debating whether or not to re-read this book in 2011. I have an artsy friend who started an ATC (Artist Trading Card)-a day project with this book, and I am pondering that idea to guide me through the book again.

I received the Cinch (scrapbooker’s bookbinding machine) for Christmas, and I am also mulling over a more artsy daily diary format, which I could then bind together at the end of each month. Perhaps I could include some of the 365 Hipstamatic photos I started taking on Christmas day.

Then there’s running, which I started in July (completed 3 one-mile runs by December 2010; in August, October, and December) and would like to get back to. I’d like to finish at least one 5K this year.

Then there’s writing, which, while I’m leaning toward a daily art journal, needs to be attended to again on a daily basis. Daily post inspiration from right here at WordPress will help.

And so the new year begins.