What DO I Feel?

It has been quite a while since I had any kind of injury. And while I’m not saying I exactly miss being able to wash dishes and cook dinner, the novelty of being waited on is really starting to wear off.

I would say I have some cabin fever, but it’s not quite this bad.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHNJPsCDSqo

While I don’t exactly feel useless, I feel pretty close. 😦

On the plus side, I finished reading a book on how to write ‘in the zone’.

I’m up to 8,567 words on my secret WIP. (typing using the left hand is annoyingly slow. And when the right hand does sneak in there it mostly just manages to mess things up. Ugh.)

And I have learned how to make coffee while almost exclusively using my left hand.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lejmXQb2Q-o

Huh. Who knew that lefties could see under water better?

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What are some irritating ways that you have hurt yourself over the years?

What were some of the ways you entertained yourself while recovering?

Why do most of the videos on YouTube have swearing in them?

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?

Out Of Time? and I’ve Made Progress!

Here the nights come.

There the days go.

Years whip by fast.

Moments seem so slow.

Grab each minute.

Make it count.

Your time doesn’t come

From an endless fount.

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It’s strange. I can sit in front of a blank screen and sometimes a poem just comes to me, rarely do I have to struggle to find another rhyming word.

Other times I may as well be blowing soap bubbles with as much poetry as comes to mind.

As usual, this one just popped out. Like it or not. If not, wait a few days, you may like the next one that comes to mind. 🙂

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At the end of another day.

I was able to add another 3 1/2 pages to my current WIP.  😀

I would give you an excerpt (yes I am that happy with it), except that the more I think about it, the more it seems I am benefiting from the fascination of having a project that is super secret. In some ways I am even in the dark. I had thought the plot was pretty well laid out in my head, but today my main male character decided to take matters into his own hands and totally threw things off for me. Now I seem to just be along for the ride. 🙂

Hopefully I will be able to keep up with this writing pace. It seems to really help with the creative process to be sure to stay uber excited about what you are going to write next. Right now, though, my hands are still tired from the hour and 15 minutes it took me to write those pages. It’s a good tired, though. It makes me smile and remember my accomplishment.

Wishing you luck with your dreams.

– Rose D’Andrea

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Oni8_k5twU

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Just Between You, Me, and the Lamp Post

I have a lot of irons in the fire. If I’m not careful I’m going to burn my hand soon.

Working on two blogs, doing the photography for both, writing poetry, and thinking about my novel WIP I Killed Them, Mama (and how I’m going to move forward with a mute muse).

Oh, and attempting to stay on top of the dirty dish epidemic at the D’Andrea household.

“I need another dishpan of hot, soapy water. STAT!”

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But through it all, I have a little smile on my face…thinking about my ultra secret project. Yes, I have started work on a hidden series which will be published under a pen name.

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What is it about secrets that make them so much fun?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hiding in your office or bedroom, pulling out that certain notebook you have squirreled away behind the dusty set of encyclopedias from the early ’80s, or out from under the four stuffed animals that survived your fore into adulthood.

Sitting down into the office chair, or flopping across your bed, you open the first secret you have had from your family since you were a teenager. No one but you knows what you are doing. No one will ever know it was you who penned it.

The happy little flip-flops your stomach turns when you imagine a year in the future when all your friends are raving about this new book by a total unknown. Already feeling the burst of pride and naughty secrecy when you think about quietly depositing those fat checks.

You know in reality that there’s a 900,000,008 to 1 chance that your book will make it to the top of a chart, but who cares about too much ‘reality’ when you are in your dream world of  ‘I’m going to make it to the top, and not even my sister will know it’s actually my work.’

In the end, I may or may not eventually let everyone know what the project is, but for now I am having a lot of fun having a super secret note book again.

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Do you like the occasional secret, or does having something hidden give you heartburn?

Have you ever had a secret project?

Did you manage to complete it? If so, how did it turn out?

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