Oh Emotion

Kyra here.

 

It seems Mom is behind in the world of computers and what not. Again. 
Typical. 😉 

 

Did anyone watch The Bachelorette on Monday? {that word looks like it’s spelled wrong}
I got to say, I don’t typically watch that sort of stuff. But since I’ve started my job, I’ve gotten into a lot of really corny shows.

But back to the show. 
I must say…that was some intense drama. It brought back some horrible memories. And really put a damper on my day. I’ve been following the show this whole season and after her second date with that dude {the one from Utah} I had a bad feeling she was gonna get her heart ripped out.
I’m hoping I’m wrong. And that she finds a love on a ridiculous TV show so girls all around america can know that love still exists! {sarcasm but kind of serious}

The real reason I talk about that is, that was some emotion. 
How do you put something like that in writing? When you can’t see or hear the emotion, how do you put it in a book? That’s something I’ve been struggling with. I wear my emotions pretty obviously, but for some reason I can’t really add them into a novel.

The thing I’ve found to be the most helpful is reading novels with a lot of emotion. For some reason, it helps me. Not always….but sometimes.
Most good writing has a lot of it. {Just look at Moms books…}

We should be starting a writing marathon soon. I’m excited to get involved and maybe finish a first draft of this story I’ve been working on. 
Let’s all get pumped! 

I’m a super great housekeeper.

Hello Friends,

Today I can barely wade through my house. There are toys and papers and crackers and books and small children everywhere. Normally this is fine. Today it is not. In fact, today I went a little crazy which happens sometimes. Ask my husband.

It went like this: I started throwing things.

Here’s why: I was trying to reach the toner for my face (I just learned about toning–next time you see me I’ll look ten years younger) and accidentally knocked a huge bottle of lotion on my toe. This sent me into a rage.

Why do we have so much crap! I yelled as I hauled everything I could grab off the shelf.

Why are there paints and shampoo and wasp poison all in the same area? I cried as papers went flying.

Why is our house a junkyard? I screamed as cotton balls and feminine products got chucked across the room.

The boys stared and the oldest asked Cam, what’s wrong with mom?

and Cam said, just let her be, son. Just let her be.

So for the next fifteen minutes it was on. I cleared out an entire bank of drawers along with three ginormous shelves. Everything strewn on the counters in my kitchen and my chopping island and on the table. A bigger and worser (a really good word) mess than when I started.

But the drawers were spotless!
The shelves pristine!

And I was tired.

I looked at the kitchen and I almost started to cry. I was on the verge of a breakdown.

This kind of thing happens to me. It’s a problem.

I sat on the couch and the boys sat on the couch and one of them asked, what now?

I took a long deep breath, closed my eyes and said, now we get to work.

It’s a sad sad day for the Ellis family.

Unfortunately, this is also how I write.

Let me explain.

I don’t outline. I don’t plan. I don’t do things in an orderly fashion. No no no. That would be way too practical and helpful and better.

Instead, I make messes.

I write and write and write and accumulate and hang onto things and the book grows and grows and grows and grows and that’s good. Books should grow. But then it starts to get a little unwieldy. I can manage it, I tell myself. It’s okay. It will all turn out okay.

But then it keeps growing and growing and things start to get a little out of hand and then suddenly it’s overflowing.The plot lines are criss crossing, the characters have evolved and changed which is good but means I need to change a bunch of things in the beginning but if I change things in the beginning, I’m going to have to change things in the middle and if I change things in the middle, then I have to change the end. And then and then and then and then and then AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

And I have a breakdown.

I sit on the couch and the boys sit on the couch and

and one of them asks, what now?

I take a long deep breath, close my eyes and say, now we get to work.

The process is actually good for me and for the book. It takes a lot of patience and heartache.

Patience because it’s time consuming and frustrating.

Heartache because I’ll have to get rid of things.  Like the sponge curlers. Should I send the sponge curlers to goodwill? Or will I use them? I really like sponge curlers because my mom used to put them in my hair every Saturday night right after my bath and when I woke up in the morning I had horribly springy curls for Sunday church. I haven’t put these curlers in my hair for three years when I was little orphan Annie for Halloween. So do I get rid of them? I love them. They remind me of my childhood. Do they belong in my house? My book? Maybe not. But what if I need them later? I’ll probably need them later! What if I have another child and by heavens, it’s a girl? What then? I’ll need these sponge curlers. And plus, they are pink.

But then I realize that I can always buy more sponge curlers. There’s a time and a place for them. They have to go.

Like my final scene in this book I’m finishing up. I was doing some copyediting last night when I realized the scene was too long. I really like the scene, especially the ending but I could feel that I didn’t need it. It had to go.  This was painful. And sad. But necessary.

So there you have it. It’s summer ending clean up around here and it is not pretty. If you came over now, you may be tempted to call the Hoarders show and sign me up. However, my hope is, if you come over tomorrow, you’ll never know that such a mess happened here. You’ll wonder if I’m Martha Stewart (which I am, duh!) and you’ll think keeping things in order at my house is a piece of cheesecake.

So for this marathon, I have three projects:

1. A book that needs a major cleaning.

2. A book that needs things donated to Goodwill.

3. A book that needs to be allowed to get messy messy messy messy messy because I can feel that I’m dreading the clean up so much that I’m not letting the story go. Sometimes I have to let the story go in order for it to become what it wants to become. The mess at the end is not something I can avoid (and believe me I’ve tried) so I might as well embrace it.

These are my goals. My marathon starts to day at 5:30 when Cam gets home. I’m tempted to get some caffeine. And chocolate.

Marathon

Well, we’re coming up on August and have had several people say, “Yes!” to another writing marathon.

Ann Dee, Kyra and I am all for it. I have several books that need to be finished–and I have started another one or two.

So this is what we want you to do–

Decide your goals and be ready to post what you want to accomplish the first two weeks of August. Yup. This is a long marathon. We’ll go from August 1-August 15, 2013, midnight.

POST your goals July 31, any time.

Remember how we do things here at TUW–YOU decide what you want to accomplish and how long you want to play.

For example, this August I plan to finish several pieces I MUST get done. So I won’t go for a word count but a finished product count.

And at the end of August we will have dinner together. And maybe that dance. So join up. We’ll get some prizes and have a reading and all that jazz.

Some Cool New Things–

This month I’m mentoring four or five people. You’ll hear from them on this blog at some point. They don’t know it, but I’ll have them do some cool research for us and let us know what they learn.

We’ll also be hearing from a new blogger who will chime in every once in a while. But that’s a surprise for a little later.

I will try and post again on TH and maybe Friday. It just depends on what? INTERNET. Century Link is now charging me MORE for no service. Sarah E will get this taken care of for me.

Right?

Right, Elise?

(She said, ‘Yes, yes.’)

 

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