Books, life, and high school

I’m sitting here with three chapters written, ten chapters plotted, and at least half of the story laid out on paper. This feels good.

Also on my plate, is the design and construction of a cosplay costume for my daughter-in-law. So the creative muse is very busy.

My own personal deadlines for each project are good for me. I need these and work well in this situation. I always have. I am good at spreading a project out, making timelines, seeing what needs to happen next, and looking forward to the thrill of completion.

Time works when I have plenty to do. That saying “if you want something done, give it to a busy person,” well that is me. When I am busy, I am very productive.

Recently I have connected with some people from my high school years. I went to two different high schools, changing between sophomore and junior years. Sunnyside was a big school where I, as a new kid, could fade into the background and find my niche. The second school, Flowing Wells, was a smaller school where it seemed everyone had grown up together and had long histories, and the new kid was on probation. These classmates from Flowing Wells are the ones I am meeting. I express it this way because I never knew these folks when I was in school. I really didn’t know many of the students at all.  Getting to know them and hearing their stories has helped with some bitterness I had about the school. They are very nice people and I hope to have more chances to get together.

At both schools I was involved in drama and music. I was fortunate enough to have some wonderful instructors and my enthusiasm for these subjects helped ease me through the troublesome high school times. I’ve used my high school experiences as fodder for my writing. In fact my short story “The Green Bag” has a few scenes colored from personal experiences at Flowing Wells, and drawn into the fiction of the story.

I think this is why I love to tell stories. My grandmother, my beautiful Nannie, was a story teller. In a scene from The Walton’s the grandmother tells John Boy that her people would gather in the evenings and tell all kinds of stories and she intended to pass these stories on to him. Nannie did this with her children and grandchildren, with the result that we all have our “Nannie” stories.

My cousin Niki and I have written down one of our most favorite about a family of bears, and I hope one day that it will be published. It would be a wonderful tribute to Nannie, and a wonderful opportunity for other children to hear the story that captivated us.

Books. I have over a thousand in my personal library. It is something I hope to hand over to my children as a heritage. Writing, story telling, books-they are part of me. But the best part is sharing them with an eager reader. Don’t you agree?

Cheers!

-N

Getting excited

I’m sitting here in my writing cave excited about progress I’ve made. I’ve submitted as short story to a literary magazine with the hope it will be accepted for publication. The Green Bag is a story about sisters. I know about sisters considering I have two of them. The relationship of sisters is unique, often hilarious, flowing with secrets and can be volatile. The unbreakable attachment is almost always there if they’ve grown up together.

My story is told in flashbacks, of the life history of two very different, yet close sisters. I have mirrored this journey in my own relationship with my sisters. Though the situations aren’t the same as my own, it is fiction after all, the way these two women interact is acutely familiar.

Also…I am almost completely set up to self-publish my first novel Blame it on Whiskey. The story is written, the final draft is ready and now the cover art is the only part left. Once that is ready I can download the whole thing to Amazon for Kindle. It is a bit nerve wracking yet so thrilling to think the reading public is going to meet these people, these fictional human characters, whom I know so well.

Updates to come.

Cheers!

-N