A plan

Since I have finished that novella I have been sitting around twiddling my thumbs. (not really. I have actually been fairly busy since then, just not writing.) Part of that time I have been wondering what project I was going to finish next. I have several books at various stages of their life (or death) and I think I know where I want to go with some of them and which ones aren't worth scraping off the side of the road. Time will tell if I am going to stick with this plan or if it too needs to be scrapped in favor of a different plan, but for now I at least have a plan.

Speaking of plans. How is everyone's writing going? Is it what you expected it to be two years ago? Six months ago? And is that for better or worse? I have to tell you the truth. My writing of late has taken me in far different directions than I would have told you it was going to go three years ago. Maybe not 180 degrees different, but a good twenty to ninety degrees off of where I thought it would go.

Maybe I am not the type of writer I thought I was. I don't know. It doesn't matter. I am still writing.

And now, because I am a huge fan of George Carlin, I give you the seven words I try not to use in most of my writing but sometimes fail at.




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Writing space

Aaron got me thinking today. It hurt my head at first but after I relaxed and had a cup of coffee (or two) I said to myself, 'self, you are making this too hard.'

'Explain myself.'

'Okay, (nitwit) just take some pics of your workspace and post them.'

'That's all I have to do?'

'Yes.'

'I can do that.'

'So do it already. (nitwit)'

So without further ado here are the two desks in my house that I throw down the writing gauntlet. I prefer the smaller darker desk as apposed to the big airy behemoth. The first one is a desk that I refinished about ten years ago. It belonged to my father and to an old boss of mine before that. It has an actual typewriter tray that flips up to use and then folds away when not in use. I use it to store extra paper now.


The second desk is actually my writing place of choice. I find the smaller, darker space to be more liberating and and free of distractions. My wife and I bought the desk at an antique store in Carroll, Iowa that was going out of business. The chair came from a different antique store in Walnut, Iowa and was actually a match to the desk we use as an entertainment center (I had to modify that desk to hold video equipment, but no antique was harmed in this process. I don't know where this desk came from but the chair came from a church. As you can see it sits next to my bed, which is handy for those inspirational naps.
The lid of the desk is usually folded up to hide my mess of notebooks and pens and serves as a nightstand most of the time. I think it might be from about 1820-something but I could be wrong on that.

Happy Monday everyone.