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Innocence to Import

I surpassed my writing quota yesterday, which was great, as I undershot the day before that. Sitting down to write continuously – rather than jotting down notes or writing different scenes (of which I have pages filled) – never fails to remind me just how little those filled pages are compared the enormity and complexity of the story. I see all the white spots – all the Unknown. It’s exciting, but daunting, if one dwells. But then, that’s only if I look at all the work yet to be done as if I needed to do it in one day. Instead of seeing it for what it is: a wonder-filled journey of discovery. Every day filled with possibilities.

Yesterday, I stumbled upon something unexpected. Nothing monumental, but still a mystery and a thrill. You see, I knew this place existed – had known for a few days about this one place in particular. But I did not know the main character actually entered. Once she did, I was perplexed. Now, what would she be doing in here? What could she be after? Confused, though I was, I continued writing. And then, there she stood: a new character. Again, nothing huge. Just a moment in Main’s life. I admit, I was curious about this new woman. Writing the exchange, I could see purpose in it, but nothing Main would not store deep in a closet of memory, probably never to open again. And then it happened. One line and the atmosphere changed. It was no longer merely an innocent, every-day (or, every other day) exchange. Suddenly, it was personal.

One thing I was fairly certain of: Main would remember this woman. This was a moment to remember, and someone to wonder about, here and there, over the years.


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Saturdays with Lupo

“In nine lifetimes, you’ll never know as much about your cat as your cat knows about you.”
―     Michel de Montaigne


“A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.”
―     Ernest Hemingway 


“The only escape from the miseries of life are music and cats…”
―     Albert Schweitzer


“Time spent with a cat is never wasted.”
―     Colette


“What greater gift than the love of a cat.”
―     Charles Dickens 

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“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.”
―     Leonardo da Vinci

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“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.”
―     James Herriot,     James Herriot’s Cat Stories

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“Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.”
―     Robertson Davies


“One day I was counting the cats and I absent-mindedly counted myself.”
―     Bobbie Ann Mason,     Shiloh and Other Stories    

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 “A cat is only technically an animal, being divine.”
―     Robert Lynd

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There are few things in life more heartwarming than to be welcomed by a cat.

―     Tay Hohoff


Of all animals, the cat alone attains to the comtemplative life. He regards the wheel of existence from without, like the Buddha.

―     Andrew Lang


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The Way It Is

English: Debrecen - McDonald's

English: Debrecen – McDonald’s (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sometimes I wonder: Why the heck did I have to want to be a writer?

Why couldn’t I want something simple? Or something complicated but attainable? Why couldn’t I dream of being a teacher? Or a nurse? Or a career waitress? Or a McDonald’s employee? Something attainable through a set education? Something that has a normal-to-high chance of employment in the field upon graduation?

Why did it have to be writing and authorship?

But when I think about it… I guess I dream of being Me. I am a writer. I am a story-teller (in the modern sense of the word…not a liar). 😉 That’s just the way it is. Would I change it? No. But, sometimes, being human, I wish I was normal. But, oftentimes, being human, I’m elated that I’m not.

So what am I going to do? Am I going to sit on my Writer’s Bum  and do nothing? Or am I going to sit on it and do a lot of something (writing). And so I push steadily onward. I am a writer. I am an author. And, one day, I will be a published author – even if it’s self-published and 99% of the world hates it. (It could never be 100% hated…I love myself too much for that. – Kidding!) 😀

Oh but wait, I am published – an internet-published author. Sweet! 8)



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