Eat Dessert First

I started writing my Draft That Must Not Be Named with this quote by Ernestine Ulmer in mind.

“Life’s uncertain …

eat dessert first.”

It hits the core of my story because:

  1. My MC has an uncertain life
  2. Her family has a restaurant that only serves desserts
  3. It tells me what I need to hear (over and over again)

I’ve always known I was a writer. I have been writing stories since I was four and never really stopped. I strayed away sometimes but always returned to putting words on paper.

So Irene (yes talking to myself here) why am I waiting to really pursue this goal?

To be honest: a part of me is afraid to fail. More honest: I’m trying to trick myself to not be me.

Which is stupid and crazy, but true. Maybe I’m trying to protect myself, or others, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t outrun myself.

So where am I?

I’m at a point in my life where I can face myself and no longer pursue time-consuming things that prevent me from writing. I have a job I like, a job that gives me the freedom to balance my life. Writing is going well. Editing is going well, my draft is turning into a story, it’s fast paced, surprises me at times and is really NOT BAD.

I guess it’s time to stand still, examine my surroundings with a fresh eye and eat dessert.

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Two is a Club

I have a problem, because I discovered PODCASTS.

A dear friend of mine has been hooked on several shows for a while and has been trying to trick me into listening as well. Sending me suggestions, always mentioning it when we see each other, that sort of stuff. I held it off, well until, I didn’t.

So now I have a problem. I’ve binge listened to The Hilarious World of Depression with John Moe. It is a really good show, addressing serious mental health problems with a precise amount of lightness. But it caused me to be late for literally everything. I listened while driving, but if the podcast took longer I stayed in my car or drove around the place where I was supposed to be.

I also listened to some episodes of the “Happier” podcast by Gretchin Rubin and her sister and stole one of their ideas: Start a two person book club, because two is a club!

Why didn’t I think of this?

Guess who I forced to be in a book club with me? Yes, you’re right! The same person who tricked me into the time consuming but also very VERY VERY awesome world of Podcast.

Revenge is sweet.

Short life update:

Currently listening to:

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Big Brains

99% invisible

Currently reading:

The course of love

Currently writing:

A story about a blue circus

Currently Editing:

YA draft that shall not be named

Currently preoccupied with:

PODCASTS

Camp NaNoWriMO

My Blog is a Toddler

Time swirls by and before you realise it you’re  the owner of a two year old blog.

And like most two year olds my blog has reached its toddler state. It has random fears like: No One Is EVER Going To Read Me and WHAT AM I DOING HERE.

I think it’s also a little afraid of the dark.

Sometimes my blog glares at me for no specific reason or has a tantrum about wanting more attention. It stands on its own for weeks but then suddenly it’s all clingy again.

I adore my two year old.

It helps me face my own insecurities, helps me focus on things I find important.

Yes I know I am talking about a blog. Yes. I know I am weird.

No. You do not need to tell me.

🙂

Horcruxes

I love the Harry Potter books for a lot of reasons, but mostly because the stories are just pure fun. I was a teenager when I read the books for the first time and somehow parts of the stories are imbedded in my core and pop up in the weirdest of times.

This last week my thoughts often returned to the world of Harry Potter, pondering the concept of horcruxes. You Know Who used these objects to conceal parts of his soul, to keep him alive, but in a way I think we all create horcruxes of sorts.

No, not by killing people but simply by living.

When I was seventeen I met a very sweet guy, we dated, got serious and stayed together for the better part of six years. At that point we broke up (in a friendly way) and continued our lives, both of us on a different path.

Last week this sweet guy, past away. Too young, too sudden.

And even though our ways had parted ten years ago, a part of my soul ripped apart, leaving me heartbroken, sad beyond reason.

We all scatter parts of our soul around us, in our partner, family, friends and pets. To be remembered, thought of. And even when this life ends, a part of us keeps on existing.

You can’t bring loved ones back to life, but you can cherish the part of their soul they left behind.

Try, Try & Try Again

Because it’s probably boring if I type an entire post about the word “try” I livened it up with pictures of The Avocado Project. Here goes:

Step one ->

Buy an Avocado

 

Step two ->

Eat an Avocado

(sorry no pictures of this event)

 

Step three->

Dry for a couple of days

Step four ->

Put sticks into it so it can dip in water

Step five –eight

Wait, wait and wait some more. (think of ridiculous names for your plant to be/settle for Mister Q)

Step nine

Start over again (because kitten thought Avocado Project was in fact a ball)

Side note: I did not overestimate my avocado growing skills and had a plan B, appropriately named Misses Bee. But Misses Bee is not growing, maybe heartbroken for the loss of Mister Q.

What have I learned up to this point? Well, for one thing that I’m not a supertalented avocado grower (is that even a word?) . Also that it’s not wise to put my avocado-in-process pots within the reach of my cats. But most important: if you want something (finish a book/grow an avocado/buy a vacuum cleaner with a name) you have to keep trying. And trying. And try again.

Like the green froglike person said: there is no try, only do.

(something like that anyway, sorry Yoda)

So Do Try. And grow your own luck!

 

( Homegrown Luck ..)