My Christmas posts have been stored in my private archives and will return next December. From here we go on to newer, and hopefully, better things.
The blogesphere for instance …
There are great blogs that give us sound advice, guide us through the bramble towards our final goal of being published, or encourage us when we get down.
I subscribe to dozens of blogs, read half of them and comment on a half-dozen more. I love to comment on Sheri Degrom, Patti Yager Delagrange, Sherry Isaac, my first and best blog friend, Christi Corbett, to name only a few. Later Bloom with Debra Eve is the most inspirational and encouraging for this “late” blooming baby boomer.
The two I find the most helpful are Writers in the Storm and Anne B. Allen. Saving WITS and Anne is like compiling a great reference book for writing, publishing, blogging, tweets and twitters and how to live with any and all of the above.
You want to know the ten pitfalls of a writer’s life, six exercises to do to keep your brain limber, eight signs you’re a writer, nine signs your family wishes you weren’t a writer, or the golden rule of all authors … publish or perish? Well then, go to my sidebar and visit my friends. You’ll be glad you did.
I do not dispense nuggets of knowledge or give advice for two reasons.
- One, I am still a student of this writerly world and continue to learn from those who have paved the way before me.
- … and two, I’ve actually gotten lost driving home.
If you ever see me in the supermarket, don’t get on my line. The same holds true for all other types of lines … go to any other but the one I am standing on.
The scene: a supermarket. Time of day: I’m late for lunch with a friend.
I see two lines … one has two women with shopping carts stuffed with groceries, kids holding soda containers, husbands in tow with motor oil or gallons of water. They are met by a friend who only needs a couple of things and cuts into the line.
On the other line is a lone couple with a half dozen things that are already being scanned.
Naturally, I get on the line with the lone couple.
They check out, but she can’t find her card. While she is looking he adds two packs of gum. She finally finds her credit card and it’s declined.
“Evelyn, didn’t I tell you that one was cancelled last month.”
“Sorry, Harry, I forgot.”
Evelyn blushes and takes out another card. Harry shakes his head. “Write a check.”
Evelyn searches her suitcase-sized bag for her checkbook, fishes out a pen, fumbles with the chain that holds her reading glasses, and writes a check. The check verifier jams. Harry looks at the receipt and questions the price of an item.
“Hey, that was ninety-six cents not one-sixty.”
The manager comes over and scans the product.
“Sorry, but you picked up the one that is one-sixty.”
“Hell of a thing.” He grumbles. “Take it off.”
Another manager is called to void the item and the order is totaled again. In the mean time poor Evelyn had put her checkbook and pen back into her bag.
The two women with tons of grocers, five kids, two husbands, the friend that cut in line and two people that came after them are already in the parking lot on their way home.
The moral of this story is, whatever I tell you, do the total opposite.
Tell me … what accomplishments have you completed thus far in this newest of years?
How have you weathered storms, rain, sleet or dead of night?
fOIS In The City