I’m convinced it really is. You see, I pulled a classic “I’m worried I’ll get busy and forget to pick up Gavin” move. I set the alarm on my phone to go off at 9:15 a.m., sure I’d have plenty of time to pick him up and drop Addison off at dance. Except I totally blew off the fact on Tuesday, we don’t get him until 12:45 p.m. Wow. I put Goldie in her kennel, drove halfway there, and thought, “WHOA!!”
How crazy is that? Turning around, I called the Babe. He confirmed it was indeed later. Whew! Just glad I didn’t get to the house to have my sanity questioned. Instead, I decided it was so funny I had to share it. We’ve all done such things. Better than being late, right?? I have to laugh. Feel free to laugh with me, if not at me. I won’t be offended.
I think the more you can laugh at yourself, the easier life is. Young or old, once we realize humans make mistakes and it’s no big deal, we can relax so much. Perfection is not a trait of we humans. Regular people who make little mistakes, just as I did. Now, if I continued and it became obvious there was more at work than simple forgetfulness, that would be time to get a doctor involved.
So, believe it or not, I had a great session already today with my new Scene/Point plotting. I have a lot of major points plotted out for my character Katie in her quest to become free of traditional and unsaid prisons by which she is shackled. It’s an awakening story. It explains her feeling like she doesn’t fit in, like there has to be more to life than being a servant to a husband, and how her kids were better off not living under their father’s rule. Now, I can examine the emotional response she has to all of these events. Thanks, Sam, I’m getting it!
Does anyone watch Yellowstone? I am really liking this season. So much I might buy Seasons 1 & 2 to watch again. I noticed they were On Demand just before Season 3 started. Now, they’re not available. There are indeed a couple movies I have on DVD; Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, no need to explain that one; Field of Dreams, came out just after my dad died; and Bull Durham, I think that is such a great story, how the older woman realizes she doesn’t want the young guy anymore, she wants a real man. WARNING: LANGUAGE!! NSFW. What a great scene this is.
OK, I hesitated because of the language, sorry if it offended anyone. But the point wasn’t the language, it was the rest of the speech that was important. Baseball players are famous for superstitions. Bull Durham plays off of that. It’s definitely not a family film, but one for grownups.
Writing, like anything else we try to learn, eventually starts to “click.” Some parts don’t make sense until after you “get there.” It’s been that way with quilting, sewing garments, driving a car, taking care of a baby, or playing a musical instrument. Sometimes, as humans, we grow impatient and abandon something before it clicks or you get there. It’s so sad when that happens! Yes, sometimes something isn’t really for you, but how do you know until all your avenues are exhausted?
Money can be a big stumbling block when someone wants to self-publish. It is expensive. You have total control except for how many books you’ll sell. I am leaning that way, and some things just fell into place. Our cleaning girls quit for different lines of work. Our garbage collection is now paid for by the SID. And we’re cancelling Direct TV soon as our contract is up. All those things add up to $381 a month. Add in my stimulus money, and it’s nearly $6K for a year. Those things just happened at the right time, so far, I’m not having to rob the cookie jar in order to finance my dream. I believe these things are God’s way of saying, “Go ahead. This is the way to go.”
I’m looking forward to sharing the journey with all of you. Thank you for reading every day, it means a lot we now have 108 followers. No, one is not my mom. She will never have a computer, much less internet, so that’s a given. It’s ok, we’re in good company, and I’ll meet you again tomorrow, right here. Be Kind. Be Courteous. Be Respectful. Please, we’re all living this one day at a time. Let’s be good humans to each other. Wear your mask. Remember, I can’t meet my new grandson until this dang virus is over! Wash your hands, too!