Three months ago, I got the crazy idea that I wanted to spend the summer writing. I had big plans which included finishing the current book I was working on and delving right into the third book in the Middle Trilogy. But as in life, sometimes the finest laid plans can go awry.
Now, it isn't what you think. I'll tell you right off the bat that I have successfully added 90,000 words to the various projects I am working on. I'd hoped to finish off the novel I have been working on for over a year but am stuck in one scene that I can't seem to find my way out of--I know, just go stage left or right, it ain't that hard to figure out. And I will figure it out, when it is time. It's not that I'm not thinking about it because I am. All. The. Time. I'm not going to force it and maybe after I'm through with the one hundred days of writing I'll make my exit.
Last week, Mom and I attended our monthly travel club meeting. I didn't begin travelling with Mom until about four years ago but if you've been following along these last few years, then you'll remember that she has taken several trips of a lifetime to places like Russia, New Zealand and The Grand Canyon.
Earlier this year when the list of trips came out we spent a few weeks poring over the days and details and made our decision. We are taking another bus trip and are headed for the Colorado Rockies for a ten-day excursion. Of course, we'll be making stops along the way and I'm super excited that we will be travelling with some of our friends from last year.
Anyway, at our monthly meetings, we enjoy a potluck meal and go over the upcoming trips to see if there might be somewhere new that we'd like to go. I've been bringing the same dish ever since I started attending the meetings and those are my world-famous deviled eggs (I hope you get to try them one day.) I think about bringing something else but I remember what someone told me at one of the meetings: I've been waiting to get one of these eggs all week. So when someone tells you that, you keep bringing the eggs.
The meeting is very casual and I usually wear a t-shirt and pair of jeans. I usually meet Mom there and I was really surprised when I saw how she was dressed. She was decked out. She had a heather gray suit on and was wearing her fancy white hat. The jacket was short-sleeved and look to be a little large on her but she looked terrific.
We greeted each other from across the room and I went the opposite direction to put my eggs on the counter with the other food. One of the ladies smiled at me and then said."Hey, G., good to see you. Did you see your Mom yet? She looks terrific. Has she been to a funeral?"
I shrugged my head like I didn't know and headed off to talk to Mom. "Hey. You look great. You got your fancy hat on too. You been to a funeral?"
Mom just looked at me strangely. "No. I was just trying on this outfit again to see if it still fits. It's too big for me, don't you think?" she asked showing me how big the jacket was on her.
"It does look too big, but it's a nice color." We enjoyed a good meal and visited with our friends and it was finally time to call it a night. Mom had made her macaroni and cheese, which is good, but she puts a crust on the top of hers and I prefer mine without. But I wasn't going to let that stop me from taking home the leftovers.
I surprised her by saying that I was going to come spend the night and once we got back to her house she called me into the back room. "Would you believe that four people asked me if I had been to a funeral today?" she asked.
"Well, you were dressed up more than usual for the travel club meeting." I said.
"Well, that's okay, isn't it? I may be old, but I still like to look good. Just one thing, though: Don't bury me in this suit. It's too big!"
Now you know where I get my sense of humor.
I've got ten days to go in my hundred days of writing. I've written at least a thousand words every day and walked daily for 30 minutes, both of which I didn't think I'd be able to do.
Mom asked if I was going to take a couple days off but I don't think I will. I've gotten used to my "new habits" and I hope it is something that I will continue to do.
That's it for now. I'll give another update around September 9, after I've finished with the one hundred days. But now, I need to go take a walk and try to decide which way to go: Left, right or out the stage door. I'm sure the answer is out there; I just have to keep walking until I find it.
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
One Hundred Days Of Writing...90 Days In...It's The Final Countdown
Posted by Gianetta at 8:44 PM
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This one is particularly funny, Gianetta! Great stories about your mother, her suit, about the deviled eggs (they'd be my favorite too! I never learned how to make them, and don't want to learn--I just eat them by the handful when I encounter them) and about the process of writing. Nice!
Thanks! You made my day! I really appreciate the support.
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