Writing

Today is the first day of my life. Now break out the old 80's music. Wouldn't it be swell if life had a sound track? I mean a coherent sound track written by musicians to go along with what was happening. It is any wonder we can KNOW at all what is going on without one. We can't when we're watching a movie. Ah - the woman is going towards an old tumbled down house [scary music begins] - she steps onto the porch [scary music gets a bit louder] - she opens the door [scary music goes crazy] - a small girl wearing white with a preoccupied look on her face drifts by [paranormal music]. You get the point. If there wasn't any music to tell us what to feel we might think a woman is looking in an old house just like we might when we're in Montana and run across a 'ghost' house. Perhaps the young girl in white is actually her daughter who has been acting weird lately but then she's thirteen and her mother sort of expects to be ignored...etc...

Now - the kind of music I would like today is some of that uplifting, pitter patter let's get atter music - perhaps Stand By Me or Rita McNeil's Working Man. Go find her on youtube - I tried to imbed it but don't know how yet (any offers of instruction?) Something uplifting but also let's get on with it shall we? Today - I'm getting back in the saddle - I'm going to work on my novel, True, that I left alone last year to write one and a half mysteries. I wanted to because I didn't want to mess up True - I really like it and want to do it justice. Suddenly, last week, when I had to take some of my work to a writing group I was facilitating for Gwen - I realized the only work I wanted to share was True. That told me something. And I'm listening. I said to myself and others, that I stopped writing it because my main character moved to Alberta. but really it was because I am scared of plot! I can figure this out.
Now I'm going to go and write. Talk at ya later...