Well. It's Tuesday and I've got nothin'. No thoughts on writing. All I want to do is shut down this laptop and go read!
I just finished Mockingbird by Kathryn Erskine about how a young girl with Asperger's deals with the aftermath of the her brother's death. (Highly recommend it, although I am quite possibly the last person in the universe to have read it.)And now I am hooked on Dead End in Norvelt by Jack Santos. Next up, The Year the Swallows Came Early, by Kathryn Fitzmaurice. I am on a middle grade binge, gearing up for March Madness, also known as Rebecca Fyfe's, Chapter Book Challenge.
Can I finish writing a whole MG chapter book by the end of March? Ha! Can I eat a whole pint of Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream in one sitting? Hey, it might be challenging, it might make me nauseous, but I think I can manage to get through it. I've done it before and I can certainly do it again! Oh wait. I think I got sidetracked. I've never written a middle grade chapter book, but I do look forward to the experience.
In fact, I've become all organized-ish for the occasion. Move over Martha! (Stewart, not Washington!)
Eh hem...Blogosphere and Kitchen Table, make way for the new...Writers' Station! (Previously, Cluttered, So You Think You Wanna Sew, Station.)
How will my life be different with Writers' Station all set up and ready to go? Well, I will have you know, I now have all the bells and whistles, including, but not limited to:
A desk calendar (for all my "important" deadlines)
A couple of incredibly imperfect, impossible picture book manuscripts, held in place by the world's most versatile paper weight.
A stack of books, or what I like to call a pile of middle grade goodness (for inspiration).
A rustic, old laptop (missing the E key, which is a constant reminder of how I need to make money somehow, someway, someday).
A trusty journal. Actually, journals: one, two, and two and a half (two and a half is falling apart and might not make it much longer).
A collage (mixture of all things inspirational, grounding, etc.), including one of my favorite, most beautiful, Trader Joe's $0.99, impulse buys...
So now you know. Each time you see I've written some more absolute nonsense, this is where I will most likely have been seated while writing it and will be seated, for that matter, for as long as my little buns will allow...unless I feel the need to hide from writing insecurities, depressing world news, moldy shower curtains, the fact that our fridge sounds like a machine gun and will soon need to be replaced, etc..
In these particular cases, I will more than likely be able to be found right about here...