The Scribble Pad
The mental meanderings of a slightly loose screw.
OCTOBER 08
Friday October 31 -Christmas? What, again? Oh, bloody hell!
Knock me on the head if the malls ain't already decked. And they've been so since early October. Is nothing sacred? Am I ready going to have to listen to jingle bells and Parang for the next two months?
Am I going to have to listen to the banks seducing us into borrowing money and stores seducing us into spending it?
I'm not a Grinch -- oh, wait, yes, I am. I love that my kids love Christmas, and because of that I'm prepared to stomach it. But does it really have to start so early?
Wednesday October 9 - My fruit guy is cute!
I'm trying to encourage my kids to eat fruit at least once a day, so I've been toddling off to my neighborhood fruit stand to get some. I've only been once or twice I always thought the guy was quite pleasant.
Ha ha! Today as I'm pulling off with my bag of oranges and my bag of portugals he gives me the sweetest smile and I nearly bounced off the curb. The man was cute! If he's more than 25, I'll eat my steering wheel. A nice, tall, slender Indian boy with dazzling teeth and eyelashes.
Made my day. I feel like a dirty old woman, but he definitely made my day.
Tuesday October 7 - Like drowning
I haven't written in three months. Oh, I've done work for clients, and have scratched out a living, but I haven't written. Not the stuff I want to write, not the stuff of my heart: my books.
I finished to what I was working on when my father died and I think I did a pretty good job. But I've had this new book on the back burner for a year, and now, as I work on it, I feel as if I'm drowning. Writing has always been my lifeline, and it has always come easy to me, but with this one I feel like a newbie. I'm questioning everything, second guessing myself at everything. For reasons that escape me... or maybe they're there at the back of my mind and I don't even want to acknowledge them.
With the world economy being wants it is in the crunch being felt around the world, everyone is going to feel the pinch. Including writers. With less disposable income floating around fewer people are going to buy fewer books, and that's gonna hurt. So as I write, I wonder, am I ever going to sell this? Were these words ever get read? And if they don't, isn't that just like a tree falling in the forest?
