I am writing like I’m on fire. I haven’t been able to turn off the writing except to sleep. I have a goal to write 1,000 words a day at least and for the past week and a half I’ve gone above and beyond. I now have 205 words written for my first draft of the novel I’m writing. This novel will be the first one that I have ever finished…if I finish it of course, but I see the end course and I’m positive I’m on the right track. I’m excited. This world is what I’ve always wanted to do since I was in third grade and had to write my first short story. LOL. It was titled The Princess and the Witch–original right.
That’s always been my problem though. Coming up with a title. Even this novel I’m working on has taken me so long to find a title and I’m still not sure about it. People might confuse the meaning. I wrote many drafts for the back cover of my book already. I so want to post it on here, but figured it might not be a good idea. I might jinx myself. LOL.
I decided to start my own writer’s circle. We meet for the first time next week. I’m excited. I already know that this circle will be awesome. There are nine members already and we all have a wide variety of talent when it comes to writing.
One thing I do wish is to communicate more with others on here. I miss receiving messages. I know it’s because I’m not on here very much and I’m sorry about that. I have been so absorbed in my writing lately. I started the novel in January, well this version of it. I really started writing about three other versions in 2007. It’s amazing how one version can be morphed into another and then another until you find the perfect genre to make both you and the reader happy.
For all you writers out there…Write On!
Today, I went to see my psychiatrist, but when I arrived and was waiting for my appointment another lady came in to see my doctor. She was about an hour late and my psych was running very late. I overheard that she needed to see him to get her meds changed and I felt guilty. Guilty that I was about to see him next and I was fine. I’ve been very stable for a while, so I went to the desk and said that the lady could take my appointment and I’d see my psych whenever he was available next.
Suddenly, I felt like the receptionist was going to throw daggers at me. Even though they both professed that it was so nice of me to suggest that, they didn’t think the doctor would allow it.
Ok. I don’t know the back story, but come on. Why wouldn’t he allow that? I don’t get it. I was just trying to be nice.
That’s why I’m a little peeved that they didn’t accept. I’m wondering if they thought I had some hidden agenda or maybe they thought I needed to see the psych more than this lady because I’m obviously crazy to do something like that. Jeez! I’m so sick and tired of this world stepping on those that just want to help. Why am I the sick one when I try to help others, but those that cheat, manipulate, hurt, and deceive are looked on as NORMAL?! WTF is up with that!
I started to go to a book club around my area. I was flabbergasted when one of the women said that when someone does her a favor she wonders what is their motivation. Why would they want to help her? What do they get out of the good deed because no one does anything from the bottom of their heart?
What!? Really? Is that how the world really is? Am I just some naïve Midwesterner who doesn’t understand the world around her? Do I need a big reality check to make me more “normal?”