I’ve never been one for block parties in meatlife, but I imagine I’ve never been to the right kind of block parties. Can you imagine a block party hosted by and comprised of writers? Okay, sure, we’re just like other people, running the gamut from wild extroverts to quiet introverts, but in my writerly block party fantasy there are pockets of cafe tables and steaming mugs of tea and cocoa and wine, stacks of books, and notebooks, both electric and paper, scattered here and there, people invariably talking shop or writing or reading or discussing their latest discovery. So, I suppose that’s less block party and more a day at the office, but it’s my fantasy, so deal with it.
I discovered this Indie Block Party thanks, of course, to Juli D. Revezzo, networking extraordinaire, and promptly signed up. And, if you’ve read my previous entry, had a houseguest and promptly forgot about this commitment. Remembered (or was reminded, thanks to discovering why I hadn’t gotten the emails I was due to get about said party — helps if you check the correct email account, aye?) in the nick of time, and here we are.
One thing that is being confirmed as I consider the upcoming posting schedule, including the topic of introducing ones’ self, is that I really dislike writing about myself in this manner. I’m already hemming and hawing and wanting to jump into the next posts. I don’t want to write about me. I am boring, so far as subject matter goes. I’d much rather talk about this new character I’ve met, or the story I’ve just sold, or this WiP I’ve got going on . . .
I’ve been writing about forever. I was the one in my English classes who had word maximums rather than minimums on my writing assignments. For a long time it was how I was able to process things going on in my life, and writing things out — in fiction, in thinly disguised fiction that isn’t, in journalling — is a big way that I process stuff. Writing is how I hold on the wonder of life during the ups and, more importantly, the downs. I struggle with writing — I want to be more disciplined about getting material produced, there are so many stories and not nearly enough years in which to write them! — but I am at heart person who goes through phases. Knitting phases, reading all the fantasy phases, reading all the nonfiction phases, delving into spirituality or yoga or this other thing here. I’m finally, at nearly five and thirty, growing comfortable with that, but I am not comfortable with than in regard to writing. If I am in a novel-writing phase and then a short story phase, that’s acceptable, and that’s what I’m aiming for, lately. This blog was started, in part, so I could see my progress, so I could notice trends as they occur and repeat. I think novel-writing and then short story writing is a way to go, if i could just keep with the writing. And, save for a two week vacation this month, I have been.
When I’m not writing I am generally snuggled up with a book or the Kindle, Master Corbie and some of the cats. If Beth is spinning, I’m often reading aloud to her and those gathered for story-time. (This week we’ve started rereading A Game of Thrones. All those names I’ve never had to say out loud! And I can’t wait to re-meet Tyrion, one of my first crushes in fantasy. Ah, I love the Imp, even if they’ve made him pretty!) If I’m in a knitting phase, I’m knitting. I’m your typical bookworm, and I rather love it. Now and again I do get outside and hike around.
This week, and next week too, when I’m not writing, you’ll find me working on these blog posts, so stay tuned! And check out others participating in the block/g party!