For the Record

#1: Writing when you don’t feel like writing sucks. Why couldn’t NaNoWriMo have started last week? Last week my muse was flowing. Last week I had stories shooting like rainbows out of my fingertips. Last week I could have written a novel in a couple of days.

This week?

This week all I want to do is go ride a horse. And I can’t. So that makes me grumpy. And when I’m grumpy, I don’t feel like writing. I’ve managed a few paragraphs, but each word feels like I’m pulling a tooth.

So I have been procrastinating…. and by procrastinating I mean I’ve been reading lots of books and watching Netflix.

And this brings me to point #2:

I would like to take whoever was responsible for casting the Lonesome Dove miniseries and give them a big, sloppy kiss.

Seriously— that has got to be one of the only movies where you can read the book and then watch the film and not be disappointed.

After I’m done smooching whoever they are, I’d like to take him/her by the hand and lead her over to my dog-eared copy of Outlander. Then I’d call up “Showtime” and let them know that I have the next all time award-winning series just waiting to be produced.

For those of you out there who have read the Outlander series, you know what I’m talking about. Wouldn’t that make the most incredible miniseries ever? It has to be done right, though. You need all the history, and all the bloody battle scenes, and all the passion for it to be done right…and there’s no way you could do that in a single movie. Miniseries. Showtime miniseries due to the graphic nature of the book. And Showtime miniseries with the casting headed up by whoever was responsible for Lonesome Dove, because whoever they are, they’re genius.

C’mon. You guys know I’m on to something good here.

Sigh. And now back to something bad… I’m coming, NaNoWriMo. I’m coming.

Stupid non-horse book obligation… grumble, grumble… I’d rather be riding one of Bunnygal’s horses… grumble, grumble….

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7 thoughts on “For the Record

  1. Um yeah. I should be updating my writing blog and getting some stuff together and I'm wandering around the house, making pork rillettes, poking my seeds to see if they're putting down roots (50% are) and dragging around a meltdowny toddler everywhere.

    Write a book about horses?

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  2. Haha… I feel ya girl. Instead of writing last night like I intended I had to watch the farrier put shoes on Tax. Then he was too sore to ride and I was still happier there then I would have been writing.

    I swear I started working on this one story and now I want to write about everything else but my crappy story. Ugh!

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  3. Lulu and Muriel are on their way over to your house. They will probably expect your character to answer the door when they knock, and to invite them in for…tea? drinks? a costume party? a deal you can't refuse? the remnants from last weekend's garage sale? the black bird?

    WRITE!!!!

    WV: sunboob
    yep, if I didn't live in a Swamp, that's what I'd be: a perpetual sunboob.

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