I figure I should post a little on the art of living as a writer – and what my goals are for the next couple of months.
First, I’m getting ready to move. My current address is getting to be too much of a party place, and it’s making it hard to do things such as sleep and write. There’s no such thing as peace and quiet in a building where one neighbour blasts his subwoofers and the other bangs away on a drum set. Yeesh.
This is a photo of what my new place looks like right now. It is currently under renovations, and will be in fantastic shape when I move in. My landlord will be author/editor Tiffany Stone.
As I’m cleaning up, I’m trying to decide what I want to keep and what I want to get rid of. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a pack rat, but I definitely have hoarding tendencies. (Though I will also state that after packing up my books and writing supplies there was very little left to pack – further proof that I need another hobby!) I’ve been coming across some old photos and odds and ends that I’d packed away when I’d moved into my current place seven years ago.
One thing I keep getting asked for is a photo of me from high school. During most of my high school career I had a buzz cut, but there was that final year when I grew my hair long into a mullet. This is one of those rare photos of me and my mullet. To be honest, I have no idea when or where this photo was taken. I don’t know what was on my mind, though I don’t look all that happy. (No doubt I was going through some angsty-type of stuff.) But here it is, for all of you who have been asking for a photo from my teen years. When I find more, I’ll post the less embarrassing ones.
I’m also working on filling up a journal full of writings. I plan to have at least one book written by the end of the summer (my summer ends in October – not September), and to do so I found (actually, it was a gift to me) an awesome journal that makes me want to write in it.
Inside of these pages are the scribblings of my mind to my pen to the paper. This is how I work. I don’t create on the computer – I find it distracting and impersonal. I write on paper, with the scent of the ink and the crispness of the journal making me feel as though I am in another place and another time. I’ll keep you posted how my writing progresses.