I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD SLAPS, SPEED BUMPS and LIGHTBULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

My book came back from the editor.

Looks like a roadmap to the obscure. She said nice things, encouraging things, things which make me feel as if I’m on the right track.

But my head…a bucket of rocks.

Lots of stones, pebbles and grains of sand, all sharing the same space and settling for position.

Yup, hard headed and eager to shift the load. Foundation is built, time to chink the cracks.


  1. Huh, what the hell does this post mean?

    Wrote it just before I had to head out the door to work. (One month 'til semi-retirement). I was running late. The editor says, "...don't rush it." I want to but won't.
    Okay, my bucket and I are on task.

  2. Well, I think I got what you meant. Sometimes looking at feedback the first go round is overwhelming because you want to zippity doo right along, and be done so you can be...done! I'd follow the advice...don't rush it. Take it a bit at a time. It can be daunting, but, once you get into it, I think you'll settle in.

  3. One month... what an awesome countdown.

    I hope those rocks have been ground down to sand which is now slowly trickling away as you (slowly) make your way through your edits =)

    1. Big choices, big changes.
      I am taking it slowly, don't want to miss a moment of the right way to go.

  4. YAY! Congrats, darling! I'm so happy for you. I'm sure those rocks look like flowers by now. ;-)