Wait. What? I’m pretty sure it IS about how you look. Why else would I dress like this
Why else would I wear costumes like this
And why else would I change my expression from this
Well, maybe I don’t change my expression very much, but still…
Mom is finished with her PiBoIdMo challenge. She listed 30 story ideas in 30 days. Actually in 28 days, but who’s counting? Plus I hate counting. It flat out gives me a headache.
In order to get those ideas, Mom had to look at things AND see things in special and unusual ways. A saying on a doggie t-shirt was suddenly an idea. A type of book was suddenly an idea.
A trip to the library was suddenly an idea.
Christmas decorations, food shopping, and a TV commercial were suddenly ideas. Two ideas even joined together to suddenly become another new idea! Looking at things differently and seeing things differently made ideas appear in the most unexpected places at the most unexpected times.
Now the list in Mom’s phone will be the perfect place to look for inspiration. Or she can get inspired by looking at me like this
or like this
or like this…
Um… No. Not EVERY leaf is a flower. Some are crunchy, brown, dead things that need to be raked up or blown away with noisy machines that I’m pretty sure are trying to kill me.
Some of them, though ARE flowers! They’re blindingly colorful and drift softly down from the trees and glitter and glow right in the middle of all the ugly ones.
Autumn leaves are kind of like ideas. Mom is collecting ideas this month and writing them into her phone.
Some are already crunchy, brown, and dead. Some have mold….
…or holes in them.
Some are all wet.
These will most likely not go any farther than the list.
But every now and then, there are some beautiful, colorful ones floating down and sparkling in the sunshine. Mom needs to jump on those before they get away.
Starting is always an exciting adventure.
Here I am starting to head into the veteran’s home to do my therapy work.
This is as close as I’m getting to that guy. …Pretty sure he’s trying to kill me.
And starting off for a road trip to the park.
Trees get started from these. Mom says the word, “Don’t eat the acorns!”
Fall colors are finally starting in my neighborhood.
And at the park…
Mom started a new story last week. She is working on it with her online writing class – Making Picture Book Magic.
She had to think up a bunch of different ways the story could start, and then pick the one she liked best.
Probably should keep trying…
She had to do a few more things before she started writing, but then she started. She wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote. Then she said, “I have written over 500 words and I’m nowhere near finished.” and “I feel like I’m drowning.” and “Why would you steal blueberries? You don’t even LIKE blueberries!”
After Mom was finished drowning and finished cleaning up the berries that I chewed and spit out, she started her story all over again. So, that’s how it starts. …and starts again…
Around my neighborhood, there are a few works in progress. This vine is definitely a work in progress – trying to grow something. Mom says, “Maybe pumpkins.” I hope not. *shiver* Either way, the flowers are there, but it looks like it needs another year (or ten) before anything will pop out to scare the daylights out of me.
This pile of …. I don’t know what – is another work in progress. Sometimes it seems like road salt, but sometimes, it looks like mulch. I guess it’ll make up its mind eventually.
When Mom was a teacher, she used to stamp her kids’ first drafts with a rubber stamp that read, “Under Construction.”
The kids thought it was fun. Plus that stamp told them to work on revising and proofreading their stories for a little while longer so they would be ready to hang on the bulletin board.
This month, Mom is studying in Susanna Hill’s Making Picture Book Magic class.
Her new story is a work in progress and is under construction in a big way. Every morning, Susanna teaches Mom what to do next in order to have a finished story by the end of the month. Mom does each step and then posts it to their Facebook page so her classmates can see it and talk about it with her. She thinks it’s fun to have a work in progress that moves closer to completion every day.
Something else is a work in progress at our house. A whole box of orange snowball cakes.
Mom is trying hard to eat them all herself. I offered to help, but she said, “No thanks.” and “Dogs can’t eat chocolate.”
and “Your behavior is DEFINITELY under construction.”
It would be silly for Mom to be a writer if writing didn’t make her happy. So I guess it makes her happy… At least most of the time.
She writes just about every day. When she works, she’s challenged, inspired, enthusiastic, and motivated. Except when she’s disappointed, hopeless, worried, and bummed out. Luckily, that’s not too often. Only when she thinks Print Book #2 and E Book #2 are taking too long to happen. Most of the time, she thinks they’re just around the corner….
My friend Lexi the Schnauzer tagged me to participate in the 8 Photos of Happiness Challenge. Since I am never disappointed, hopeless, worried, or bummed out, I would be able to post 8,000 photos of happiness. ….but I won’t. Here are my 8.
2. Showing off.
3. People watching.
5. Listening to stories at the library.
6. A cool drink of water after a hike.
7. A nice, warm street nap.
Did I say 8?
8 1/2. I can’t post about happiness without the baby swing at the park.
Here are the rules for the challenge:
Thank your nominator and link them in your post. (Thanks Lexi!)
Link the creator. (Ariel’s little corner of the internet)
Post your 8 photos of happiness. (or 8,000)
The photos can be anything that represents a moment, object, place or feeling that makes you happy.
Pop in a brief description of the photo, why you chose it or let the photos do the talking!
Spread the happiness and tag up to ten other bloggers! (I’m tagging all of my friends – if you want to share some happiness, jump in!)
Writers are always looking for inspiration. Mom is no exception. The other day, Mom and I took a ride to Meadowlands Environment Center for inspiration. She likes to be in nature to clear out her head.
Doggies like inspiration, too. I like to be in nature because it smells good!
The GPS lady told us we had arrived at our destination.
Mom said naughty words about her because we had so NOT arrived at our destination.
This looks like a good place to get murdered.
Mom drove and complained and drove some more and complained some more and somehow found the place anyway.
She was inspired by the beautiful flowers and the views and bunches of summer camp field trip kids scooping goop out of the swamp to study.”
I was inspired by the smelly old swamp. I was pretty sure I could swim in there, but Mom said the word, “Time to go home and write.” and “Inspiration has to find me working.” and “Don’t even think about it.”
Mom still only “works” for an hour a day, but she works very hard during that hour – doing her KidLit Summer School stuff, checking in on her critique group, and working on new things that she’s writing and old things that she’s fixing. I sure hope when Inspiration drops around it comes at the right time. Otherwise, it’ll find her eating a donut…
…or watching TV or reading her Kindle or talking on the phone or God forbid giving me a bath.
There’s some new stuff going on around here. Today’s five words are all about new stuff.
1. Toys. Mom bought me some new toy hot dogs for Fourth of July. Apparently, these were supposed to take the place of having a delicious REAL hot dog at a delicious ACTUAL barbecue.
Fun, but not delicious.
68. Group. Mom joined a new online writing critique group. There’s a bunch of smarty, creative, friendly, and helpful people who will talk with Mom about her stories and their stories. It seems like fun, because who doesn’t love talking to smarty, creative, friendly, and helpful people. I wish I could sit on their feet, cuddle up with them, and lick their teeth. Yeah – that’s a thing, and I’m pretty good at it.
33. Clothes. Mom and I had to stay away from the house for a few hours because of workmen putting in a new front window. Plus power tools and glass breaking could scare a little doggie. We spent some time looking around at the pet store. Mom picked out this new shirt for me. It tells a true fact.
97. Window. Our new front window works great.
I can watch Mom leave and wait for her to come back. Also, Mom gets to wash my nose prints and spit off the glass every single day of her life.
5. Summer School. Mom will start studying in Kidlit Summer School at the end of the month. Every day she will read posts, get ideas, do assignments, and share her work with her cyberclassmates. I’m hoping it’ll be fun for her. I know it’ll be fun for me because she has to stay here with me to do it. It’s school, but it’s home! Yay!