Wednesday, December 4, 2019

FRAME OF MIND


This post is part o the monthly Insecure Writers Support Group monthly blog hop founded by Alex J. Cavanaugh. It happens the first Wednesday of each month. If you're a writer you are invited to join this friendly forum where you can talk about your doubts, fears, and discuss your struggles and triumphs. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writers. Aim for a dozen new people each time and return comments. This group is all about connecting.

December 4th question: Let's play a game. Imagine! Role-play! How would you describe your future writer self, your life, and what it looks and feels like if you were living the dream? Or if you are already there, what does it look and feel like? Tell the rest of us. What would you change or improve? 

Rewind twenty years ago... 









I imagined living by the Caribbean...


It's 4:30 in the morning...



I am writing  and drinking a cup of my favorite brew.

(Havana blend)



It'd continue the day with more writing and going to the beach... 
Eating fantastic meals with friends...
And then my day would end up with wonderful...
Well, That's too private to share. **wink wink** 
Anyhoo... 
It's twenty years later...
And I'm in Mexico...
On the Caribbean coast...

And writing at 4:30 a.m. most days. 
All the other elements of my fantasy do happen...
Just not every day...
But it's OK... 
I'm here! 
Though I didn't plan how I'd get here...
It just sort of happened...
Well...
I guess falling in love with a Mexican man helped me get here. 
The only thing I'd change is...
Realizing earlier that I wanted to make writing a career. 
How about you? 
Are you living your dream yet? 
Do tell. 

Always, 
Em-Musing




Wednesday, November 13, 2019

I'M FUMING!


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The day was horrible!
The worst day ever!
Everything that could go wrong did go wrong!
Well, at least I’m still alive so that’s a good thing.
But other than that...
Why did everything go wrong?
Invisible tricksters?
The stars not aligned?
My biorythms were off?
I’ve gone loico?
Mercury was in retrograde?
The Universe is trying to tell me something?
Phew!
The only thing good I can say about today is...
I had a good poop.










OY!
If that’s the best I can say about my day...
I pray tomorrow will be better.
So?
Did you have a stinky day? 

Always,

Em-Musing


Wednesday, November 6, 2019

HEAD RUSH


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This post is part of the monthly blog hop/therapy session known as the Insecure Writers Support Group, founded by the one and only, Alex J. Cavanaugh. It happens the first Wednesday of each month. If you're a writer, insecure, or just supportive of writers—insecure or not—please join us. If you visit anyone’s blog and leave a comment it will be appreciated.

The awesome co-hosts for the November 6 posting of the IWSG are Sadira Stone, Patricia Josephine, Lisa Buie-Collard, Erika Beebe, C. Lee McKenzie.
      November 6 optional question: What's the strangest       thing you've ever Googled in researching your a story?


And as a writer, I can attest that yes…
I've Googled some strange stuff... 
And also some awful and sad stuff.
Like one time …
I was researching human trafficking of teens…
For a screenplay I was working on when…
WHOOP!
A porn site popped up! 
And a horrible one at that!
Then more and more and more!
So I shut my computer down…
And prayed it wasn't a virus...
I guess because I’ve seen too many movies and TV shows… 
And because I'm a writer...
This scenario popped up in my head:
A swat team breaks down my door and rushes in...
Then they drag me away…
All the while yelling at me I’m the lowest crud on earth.
And not too long ago…
I was doing research for one of my W.I.P's…
To see if the setting I was using…
Was the target of recent terrorist activity.
And then another scenario pops up in my head: 
Some kind of special ops squad…
Rushes in my house, blindfolds me and drags me away.
Next, I’m in some kind of room…
You know the kind…
Bare concrete walls and a metal table with two chairs…
I’m sitting in one chair…
My interrogator is in the other…
While other special government guys watch…
From behind a mirror that’s really a window.
“So,” the interrogator says…
"We’ve been watching you…
And your history of Google searches is disturbing.”
“But, but—I’m a writer…
All I was doing is research. That’s all! I swear!!”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say. Not buying it.”
“Do I at least get to make a phone call?” I whimper like a wussy baby.
“Not in this scenario. Take her away!”
So?
What the strangest thing you've ever researched? 
Ever wonder if someone’s monitoring your computer? 

Always,
Em-Musing


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