Friday, July 27, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Last week I attended two great workshops hosted by my colleagues from the Wordcraft Chapter of the League of Utah Writers. This group is abundant with talent, knowledge, and enthusiasm. The information presented was inspiring and motivating. After each workshop I rushed home with desires to camp out at my computer.
Then I walked in the door, laundry baskets filled to the brim called my name. The pots from the cooking of the last two days still sat on the stove. The family room was awash with my daughter's clothes spilling from her suitcase (just back from a trip two weeks ago). Finally, the cat stood at the pantry door (her universal signal that indicates that she hadn't been feed that day). Is it just me or did Hemingway, Collins, Austen, Grisham, or Rollins have these problems? Did the sirens of domesticity and the gargoyles of the order of cleanliness call to them?
It takes all of the patience within me to keep from letting choice words and expletives shoot out of my mouth as if I was writing a gritty story about a salty sailor. I really wonder if it's just me or do other writers have the same angst? There are days that all I "wanna" do is WRITE! I want to lock the door and not be disturbed unless there is a crisis of epic proportions that would have the world collapse without my aid. You really don't have to be a woman or a writer to feel this way. You just have to have a deep passion and domestic demands pulling you from away it. I love the click of my keyboard. I like the way the "pithy" words spill on the page. I love it when two characters are embroiled in conversation. Then, after two or three pages, I stop and realize I created that scene. I wasn’t just the observer, but I was the creator.
I guess it is the control you have in writing that you don't have in your household. Yes, there are editors, readers, and those who just don't like what you write, but you don't care. You still write. Housework and your domestic duties never cease to exist. They always return.
So, readers, take the opportunity to seek your own nirvana. When I can't look at another domestic task, I take my laptop and hide.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Roll out the flag and bunting! Strike up the band! Light up the barbecue grills! Start celebrating! Despite all the tough times, hardships, the bickering, and the mean-spiritedness we experience, this country is still worth celebrating. We grow and expand. We make noise and rabble rouse. We make it through hard times. We are an Americans first, not Liberals or Conservatives, not Democrats, Republicans, Libertarians, Tea Partiers, or Green Partiers. If we are born here or we landed here to become American, and we are Americans.
Recently, my husband said to me, "Do you know what I am most grateful for in life? ... I am grateful for being born in the United States." Think about that for a minute. Would you be able to say the same thing? I know that I am thrilled as a woman that I was born here. Where during my life time women were able not only able to get a higher education, but we were able to break through the "glass ceiling," bring social issues to the fore front, let our daughters know there are more careers besides teaching and nursing to pursue for women. So, next time you think, that politics is messy, just think about politics in other countries.
Fourth of July is not about politics. The celebration of a small group of colonies that declared their independence from a great world power. It is a declaration that all people have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The same group of colonies declared themselves the United States and stated:
We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.
This is our heritage and the legacy we should preserve. This is what it means to be an American. So celebrate, tell the story of the innovation called a "democratic republic." It is a day to be proud to be an American.
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