Writing – Even when “Stuff” Happens

Writing – Even when “Stuff” Happens

So, let me tell you about my past week. First, a little background. I have four adults, one infant, two dogs and one turtle in a 2000 square foot, one story, three bedroom, two bath casa. We had a cold snap in Houston last week, but alas I had no working heater. Super swell. Particularly annoying since the week prior I had my heater inspected. Come to find out that the heater works just fine, but the electrical system powering the heater did not. That took two trips from the repairman. Not sure what that will end up costing me as the company bills after that fact. Merry Christmas! Can’t wait for that one!

If that had been the end of my household woes, my life would have been chocolate and roses. But, au contraire. Both toilets clogged up, leaking from the base of the commodes and bubbling up through the drains in the both showers. Turns out there was stoppage in the main line. So after much mopping, washing up of sopping towels, tons of bleach, and $250 dollars, I thought that nasty bit of business was taken care of. Silly Rabbit. Guess who is coming back to my house? I’ll give you two hints: starts with a “P” and ends with a “lumber”.

And the hits just keep on coming. Up in my first sentence, I mentioned “one infant”. My adorable grandson, a 22 pound bundle of joy. And a Petrie Dish for germs galore. We can’t seem to get the household well. Some sickness or another just keeps making the rounds. The vomits, the squirts, the snots, the coughs – you name it. If it is disgusting and exits your body through some orifice or another, it seems to have made a permanent residence of our . . . uhm residence.

I spent the bulk of this weekend sleeping and taking pills or cough syrup, wrapping up or cooling off all the while trying not to use clogged toilets or breathe too deeply of the burnt smell lingering in the house.

Did I mention someone tried really hard to burn down the house by nuking macaroni and cheese until the plastic container melted, the concoction exploded and the inside of my microwave looked like an off yellow nuclear explosion? At least the damn oven still works. Seems I gotta take what I can get these days.

I will digress one brief moment to tell you that, thank goodness, all this stuff is not normal. I have found, however, that stuff does seem to come in groups, and it can seem overwhelming and often doesn’t appear like it will ever go away. Be patience. It does. Likely after hundreds or even thousands of dollars, not to mention many gray hairs later – but go away it will.

Did I write? No, I did not. But I did read for critique group, and I did mind-plot a scene in my current WIP to the point where I’m anxious to get to the keyboard and commit it to electronic paper. My point is that even when stuff happens, take time to remember your writing. Hell, I even wrote a blog (a tad late, but done). Writers gotta write. No matter what.

Lorinda Peake

Lorinda Peake wrote her first ditty when she was ten on an English seashore while visiting her British grandmother. From then on, her family either acted in or were treated to plays, skits, or commercial spoofs. In school, she wrote poetry, fables and short stories.

Years later, she tossed down a particularly bad novel and thought, “I could do at least that well.” She’s been pursuing the elusive published novel ever since. Recently, she joined a group of fellow writers who decided to cajole, bully, encourage, and sometimes baby each other along towards the publishing goal by setting real and measurable writing objectives with “motivational” consequences for non-attainment.

Lorinda loves a good romance – all the more if it is wrapped in a great fantasy setting. She lives on the Texas Gulf Coast with her husband of 34 years.

5 thoughts on “Writing – Even when “Stuff” Happens

  1. Well, darn darlin’! What fun you are having – NOT!

    Sorry to hear about the plumbing and the heater and the electrical – guess the only thing your missing … no, no – I won’t jinx you by listing anything. Let’s not give Karma that heads-up.

    As for that 22 lb Petrie dish of germs – this is how his immune system is strengthened. So, you and the other adult members of the household are doing him such a huge favor by sharing his germs and letting him build immunities so HE doesn’t get included in all the fun he is sharing. In my house, we have Typhoid Hunter – all 4 of his grandparents and both parents frequently suffer for the good of our little Petrie dish of fun. He LOVES to share! Everything! Frequently! So, I totally relate on this level!

    As for the writing – well, no worries on that front – or should I say FONT! If you don’t bring 20 pages, just bring a pie – not big deal. 20 pages or 1 pie.

    Hope things in your life settle back to something closer to normal – well, as normal as your house ever gets! Love you!

  2. Jeepers, Lorinda! When it rains…

    It sounds like everything’s more or less under control, give or take the sprog’s Petri dish which is really just a necessary hazard, as Terri said.

    I’m glad you were able to mind-plot in all the chaos. We writers do seem to find our brains spinning off on our stories unless we’re completely miserable or grieving — it’s what our brains just do. I hope you get enough time and space to get those thoughts on paper soon because I’m looking forward to your next chapter!

    1. Speaking of coming in groups, did you read the HBA RAW Newsletter? Gerry mentioned several things to do when you need a little “encouragement” and Christina wrote about savoring your “pain” so that you can more accurately capture it on the page. However, for me, a more cathartic exercise, one which will tie nicely into the scene I’m itching to write, is a bad guy scene. Nothing like getting over being victimized by life by becoming the nasty aggressor. Watch out Protagonist – the A team (the Antagonist Team) is on the march!

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