This Blog Posting Changed Three Times Today (And Still Changing)

I was originally going to blog about a certain towel but I forgot to take a picture so it so changed direction.

As I sat by the computer, starring blankly at the screen, I decided to tell you about the book I am reading – The Host by Stephenie Meyer.

As I haven’t finished reading the book, and I really don’t know much about it, I logged onto Meyer’s official website to see if I could find some information to share.

Instead I was dragged into Meyer’s world and didn’t resurface for some time.
Let’s just say, wow. You could spend hours reading that site; there is so much information and so many extras.

While I wouldn’t consider myself an author, I do think of myself as a writer. As a writer, I am in awe of authors and the skill and dedication they have. And Stephenie Meyer is no exception.

What impresses me most about authors is the act of writing. I paid attention in English. I have written my share of stories. I even attempted to get one published. But I never understood – or could do – the details.

In class we were always taught that everything was planned. True authors, we were told, sketch out their books so the plot and the details are exposed before the writing begins.

Christine Lee posted a letter by Alan Rickman to JK Rowling about Severus Snape, his Harry Potter character.

Paraphrasing Rickman, he mentioned it didn’t seem so long ago that Rowling told him there was more to Snape than an unchanging costume. I found that fascinating.

Obviously, Rowling knew from the moment she put pen to paper the end result of her series and all those moments from Book 1 was planned out before she got to Book 7.

And Meyer is the same way. Thank you, Meyer, for letting me get into your brain to see how a real author works.

Morning Writings

I have so much to do at work but I am not sure where to start.

But I know when to start. And there lies part of my problem.

I am a morning person. While I do believe 5 a.m., the time my alarm goes off each morning, is too early, I do love the mornings, any time after 6 a.m.

I get into work at about 7:30 a.m.

If I can begin writing at that time, all is well with the world. If I have to do other things first, I find it’s hard to then sit down and get organized enough to write.
So I may not do any writing today.

I will instead attempt to organize my desk, read through my notes, edit some copy, lay out some pages and gather recipes for upcoming online features.
There is no shortage of work this week. I am a happy lady.

Opps, I Did it Again

Can I apologize again for disappearing for so long? It seems like it wasn’t that long ago I apologized for the same thing.

Not including all the time I spent with my little guy, this year hasn’t been that great.

I don’t think I have worked a full week since the new year began.

First there was a sinus infection (awful. I sympathize with those who get them regularly), then there was the accident and the whole insurance company, buying a new car thing and then my computer died (I can’t blame that on not coming to work but rather why I am not writing) and then I had strep throat.

I can’t even blame my sicknesses on the little guy. Touch wood, he has been fairly healthy since December.

My mom blames it on being run down and not getting enough sleep. She may be right but I think it has more to do with stress.

I never thought the words ‘working mom’ would be uttered out of my mouth. I never had any intention of returning to the workforce after our little guy was born and I am a disappointed I am still working outside the home.

A stay-at-home mom is the ideal job for me.

But here I am, plugging away.

I have tried to create make-work projects to get me out of the slump I am currently in but the ideas were snuffed out – after, of course, all the work was done and I had reporters and experts excited.

Instead, I am doing the same thing I did leading up to my year of maternity leave. And while I love the work, I am a little bored.

I love to be so busy I am jumping from one task to another without being able to breathe. This is not happening currently.

So my working life goal is to doing more writing, assigning more challenging stories and picking up any extra jobs that come along.

I hope I have turned a corner and the rest of 2010 is blog-filled and healthy, which is also my wish for you.

Year Of Love

It’s been almost a year since our little guy has joined our family. A year of love.

My maternity leave is coming to a close and my heart is breaking at the thought of leaving my little guy, missing his first moments and watching his discoveries.

What fun it has been. From the moment he was laid near my face to now, sitting on my lap, trying to get the keyboard to do his own writing, my world has revolved around my baby boy blue.

I have less than a month to soak in every aspect of this wonderful little guy who is showing he is as strong willed as the rest of the family, who can do things by himself, but who isn’t afraid to ask for help and is always willing to provide wonderful hugs.

His laughter is contagious, his happiness shines in his eyes and even his ‘Oh-my-goodness-my-life-is-tough’-head-on-the-ground-I-am-so-upset pose is awfully cute.

So while I am grudgingly going back to work, I have to wonder how anything can be as important as motherhood. Or as exciting.