I just realized I didn’t check in Sunday. The two check-in days, Wednesday and Sunday, are the two hardest days for me because they are church days, and I don’t write on those days. Anyway, I did make some progress on Saturday. I got in 1500+ words on my WIP. I tried to use my Dragon Speech recognition software, but I was about to throw the mic against the wall because it couldn’t recognize the word “cap”. And it seems to do just as well using the computer mic as the headphone/mic (which I discovered by accident when I was using it one day and realized I didn’t have the headphone/mic hooked up to the computer!). So I typed the old-fashioned way. :)

Even though I’m working from a real outline for the first time, my story still keeps going in different directions, and I keep having to add points that I hadn’t even thought of when I did the outline. Someone totally different from my original idea did a bad thing, and using a different person for this made it easier for the hero and shero to get together later. So if you fear outlines because you think it stifles your creativity, just remember, it isn’t written in stone. You can just add or take out stuff as you go. Outlines just give you a direction to start going.

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Since this post is short and sweet, I’ll make it more interesting with a picture.

Nothing too exciting to report. I’m finally back on track with my WIP, I think. First, I fell out of love with it. Then I got sick. But, now, things are better. I’ve written the past two days, so it’s all coming back, I think. :)

That’s all, folks!

First I want to apologize for not getting my sponsor duties done in a timely manner this week. For about 3 days, I felt AWFUL. I had weird feelings in my chest (I’m hoping it was my hiatal hernia acting up and not my heart), severe nausea (but no throwing up), sore eyeballs, headache, aching ears (part of the time), dizziness…in other words EVERYTHING felt awful. But no fever. I have no idea what it was, but I started feeling better gradually. I feel completely normal (that’s relative) today.

Anyway, I didn’t get anything done related to writing. Nothing. Hopefully, the rest of the week will be better!

This story is based LOOSELY on a true story (you can ask how). I almost didn’t post this, because you guys probably didn’t know my mind got this dark. I used to wonder how Stephen King could seem to be such a normal guy and write such disturbing stuff. And then I realized, maybe it’s the normal people who write it instead of DO IT. LOL. Anyway, I’m going to take a chance and hope I don’t scare anyone off. And I want to apologize to my sweet husband. No, I don’t secretly wish him ill. He’s the love of my life. Folks, this is just a STORY!

The Morning Glory

It was a morning in early fall when I first saw it. There, entangled in the rose bush beside the garage, was a morning glory. I knew I should dig it up. It could choke the life out of my rose bush, and this one was one of my favorites. But, for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The flowers were lovely, the trumpet-shaped blooms a deep blue, the vine so delicate. Surely, this little thing couldn’t hurt my rose bush. Besides, the rose bush was just about finished with its last blooming cycle.

I went back into the house, going about my usual business, the thought of flowers leaving my mind as I worked on my chores. It was a Saturday, and I was hoping to get a lot accomplished. Soon, the house was clean and neat, and I felt like taking a walk outside after all I’d accomplished.

I walked around my rose bushes, deadheading the old buds. When I came to the rose bush where I had found the morning glory earlier, I frowned. The tendrils had snuck into the garage. I had to leave the garage door open all the time since the door would no longer open and close, so there was no way to really keep anything out. I stooped down and touched the tiny flower that was forming on the end of the vine. I felt an affinity with it, some deep empathy I didn’t understand. I knew I should get rid of it, especially since it was invading my garage, but I just couldn’t.

The next day, when my husband and I got ready to leave for church, I noticed the morning glory had made its way farther into the garage and wound its way around a rake handle. He looked at it and frowned.

“Is that a morning glory?” he asked. “I need to get rid of it when we get back from church.”

“No!” I shouted, surprising us both.

“It’s invading the garage,” he said.

“But it’s pretty. Let’s just leave it, okay?”

He shook his head, but when we came back later, he didn’t bother the little vine. I went outside later that afternoon, and the plant had wrapped itself around the tines of the rake and then trailed along the wall to the mattock, wrapping itself around the handle and the business end. I smiled.

The next morning, as I was getting ready for work, my husband said, “Have you seen how far that morning glory has gotten into the garage? I’m digging it up today.”

“You can’t do that!”

“I’m going to. Stop acting weird about it.”

A strange calm came over me as I left for work. All day, I thought of the beautiful morning glory. I knew my husband wouldn’t dig it up. When he saw how glorious it was, he would have to leave it alone.

I started to pull the car into the garage that evening, but I saw something that made me slam on my brakes and jump out. There, lying in a pool of blood, was my husband. The tines of a rake were embedded in his stomach, and the mattock was lodged in his throat. I glanced at the morning glory where it had wrapped itself around the shelving unit high up on the wall. It looked like it was hiding.

“Come on down now, it’s okay,” I said.

The morning glory slid down the wall and wrapped itself around me in an affectionate hug. I said, “I’m sorry you had to see this. It was a horrible, horrible accident. I guess it’s just you and me now.”

The vine tightened around my waist and neck as the delicate flower on the end caressed my cheek. I turned my lips toward it for a kiss.

I’ve written two days this week for a total of a little over 1100 words. I was trying to shoot for 5000 words a week, but since I sort of fell out of love with my WIP, I’ve backed off a little to regroup. It’s coming back together, but I’m not going to push too hard. If I get 2500-3000 this week, I’m okay with that. There it is, short and sweet!

I almost didn’t post since I really have nothing to report. I took some time off from my book like I said I was going to, but I took one more day than I’d planned. Yesterday, hubby had a skin cancer taken off his forehead, and they had to go deep, so he’s in a lot of pain. So I watched TV and a movie with him last night and made it all about him. I figured that was more important than writing at the time. Tonight is church night, so I’ll get back to it tomorrow and see if my motivation is back.

I’ve had a little “hiccup” in my writing. I’m feeling strangely detached from the book I’m working on. I’m trying to figure out why, so I’m taking 3-4 days off from writing, just relaxing, playing games, etc. Then Monday or Tuesday (I’ve already taken Friday-Sunday off) I’m going to reread everything I’ve written and see if I can renew my interest in this manuscript. If so, onward I go. If not, I’m going to switch to another book for awhile. We’ll see how it goes. Has this ever happened to any of you?


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