Hey there. I had such grand plans for this blog entry –brilliant posts about tea, or riding, or reading and riding and letting go. But then I caught a cold, and the Slobbering Beast cut his foot (I don’t think he even noticed, but it looked as if Jason had visited our house) and I wound up taking a week off from running because every time I went outside I sounded like Typhoid Mary and I was worried the beast would be crippled for life.
And then I went yesterday, and it was hard. In fact, since no one under 18 is reading this blog (also a post for another day) I can say that, without a doubt, it sucked. It was still cold and I was slow and I couldn’t get out of my own way and when I was running up the very last hill, I seriously considered just stopping. But then I remembered how, in my little group of friends who run, I am low person on the totem pole, clawing out my miles each week just to stay there. And how the person who wasn’t even ON the totem pole just went out and ran a 5k, so my status is in jeopardy. So I kept running, and while I wouldn’t say it ever actually got easier, I finished.
The thing is, I am at that point in my writing, too. I just finished a good section of my story, and I have been polishing it and playing with it until I am reasonably pleased, and then I had to put that section away and start another chapter and it is hard. (And yes, I realize everything is relative and my worst hard writing day is so much better than the type of awful day many people have on a regular basis, but it was not good.) I wrote 1200 words yesterday and wound up deleting 800 of them, and those last 400 are on probation too.
Eventually, I will find my way and my rhythm. I’ll put up enough words that I can see the ones that belong, and someday I will be happy with this section too. But not today. Which is why instead of a scintillating blog post, I am offering you … pink socks.
Actually, they are red, because in the heart of New England that's how we roll.
Fans of Joshilyn Jackson will realize I am completely stealing this. For everyone else, pink socks are the glorious and entertaining stories that never quite get told over at Faster Than Kadzu. We may read about them, even glimpse them, but the pink socks never actually materialize. Instead, Joshilyn waves very shiny things in our general direction to distract us.
So, for starters, did you know Miz Jackson has a glorious new book out? And she’s running a very fun virtual booksigning? (Although I would love to participate, I’m buying my copy this spring at this wonderful book store, which is now for sale.)
Also, Writer Unboxed is running a portion of its auction again. If you are a writer, this is a great way to win some exposure and support one of the best writing communities on the web.
And speaking of community, Vaughn Roycroft, who is always the first to give a shout-out to other writers, has a spanking new website out that is totally worth a look. Go see it and tell him I said hi. : )
Finally, in the more good news category, author Sarah Pinneo, who runs the extremely helpful blog Blurb is a Verb, had her book Julia’s Child release this week. I snatched it up immediately, and am having a blast reading it. She has a wonderful voice and totally nails the Oh My God Are Those Organic Carrots Really $200 And Are They Worth It vibe. (And, little note here — one of her reading partners is the lovely Rosemary DiBatistta, who just signed her own THREE book contract. Wowza!)
And finally for real, someone pointed out that I didn’t provide a link to my Pinterest boards, so I put it in my sidebar. I hope to see you there. And next week, Pink Socks!
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