The Eve. The focus. The decision.

Coming soon is Samhain, All Hallows Eve, Halloween. It is in fact tomorrow.

This past weekend sassy red head and I took to the wet black streets as the black swan and a practical magic witch. The Halloween parties were popular events even in the pouring rain.
And man has it poured rain in the last week or more. Halloween is the most popular holiday in Roslyn for the adult crowd. Each bar was filled with tons of people dressed up. The people watching was flavorful.

Nick is at elk camp and nanowrimo is looming in the near future. It begins November 1st. I have been indecisive about which book I will work on. While being indecisive; I still have focused on all of them, thinking deeply about which one is calling the most.

Will it be??
Horse Heaven Hills (The Good life)
Mil ( Tears of God)
Flagstaff (All Roads)
Heather & Stones

It changes all the time but I think that the best plan is to complete the one set in Prosser and the Horse Heaven Hills that run above it. It is already at 26k and I could probably complete it as a whole if I chose that one. But I was having trouble locating the inner eye and passion for it. I have already started Mil and have tons of passion to work on it, but just not quite ready to commit to that one as a whole because I'm looking for a fact, an idea or some odd tidbit to make it all roll. I have brief snippets of ideas for All Roads. Although All Roads is just an idea and has no real plan as of yet so that one is easy to put off. But Mil and Prosser; I have storyboards for and have already done a large amount of research for. As I said indecisive. And then there is Heather & Stones my actual second book that was overlooked last year for nanowrimo to write the third Curador. I almost overlooked it completely when it popped itself in my head and said "Don't forget about me." So I gave it the honor of adding it to the list. Because someday that one will be written.

As I went to bed last night and struggled with sleep and missing Nick I made myself focus on ideas for Prosser. Chapters that needed to be written... places to go in it. This helped because I almost got back up to write with the flood of ideas. Instead I made myself go to sleep. Today I'm focused on getting in the groove of writing daily again. Elk camp has helped with the focus, very few distractions.

The other blogs I read have given me some good advice in preparation for the month long event.

I Started the week with just writing thirty minutes everyday in some format. Loosening up getting ready to produce those pages. And the focus is going to be on...drumroll please. The Good life.

Ditching

Ditching Defined:

An invitation that is made and then revoked only to be told that the other person still went, attended or made an appearance.

Fucking hate being ditched.

Taming the back forty

Back Forty Week 1

Back Forty Week 2

Steps

 

 

 

 

Revealing the Star Pad Week 2

Come over

I have returned from the other side of the mountains. My favorite little sister and I had tickets to see Pitbull at the Puyallup Fair. Pitbull was fun, the time with my sister was good. And contrary to belief Pitbulls voice is his own and man is it sexy.  So is his swagger. Now I'm back home and trying to settle back in with Nick. Every time I leave I find it hard to settle back into what we have going on.  And man how do I explain that?  Time away makes me miss him, plus I talk about him and then when I get back maybe my expectations are higher? So it takes some to settle back into it. Plus it changes all the time.

The light at seven in the morning has changed as well, as it does every year when fall is just around the corner. I'm listening to the news on the radio and the announcer is talking about his assignment over on the coast earlier this year in Washington State and helping this kid out by buying him some neosporin, hand sanitizer and lunch. Sad stories about kids without jobs, maybe drug addicts, and a depressed area from the recession.

Thankful suddenly for what I do have in my life.

I head down to the bar for my first Sunday off. Sunday football is back in my life. As I sit at the bar on a stool next to Doug he asks me if I'm going to the Skype interview. He has been "approached"

as a "character" because he is and has an interview. He is one of the Roslyn crew of full time locals. Some producer is considering Roslyn for a reality show. Others considering going for it. Can you imagine? I can't imagine it, wanting to give up my privacy or being watched like a hawk. I move outside to smoke and a group of us Roslyn woman sit at a table outside in the September sun at the Pastime drinking and reminiscing. Could our lives and rules that we live by, be considered appropriate content for television? Probably not.

I could see the fun in it but in the long run would not want a camera in my private life.