Okay so the blog has been rather heavy on the music lately. Anyone who knows me I mean really knows me, knows I grew up in a musical household. My father influenced me with everything from Motown to Frank Sinatra to Stephen wolf to Brother Bob to Soca and calypso.

My mother and my Aunts filled in the blanks, show tunes, opera, classical music. Alas I don’t create music I’m much better with the written word. I’ve rediscovered my love for the piano through getting ready to teach my kids how to play piano. Funny how that works.

I miss the emotions that used to pour out of me when I sat in front of that instrument. Long afternoons spent with the dogs sitting at my feet while I played. the freedom to pound on the keys or stroke them lovingly. Coaxing a melody out, sometimes haunting, sometimes angry. It made me feel free.

I didn’t care if I passed a music exam I just wanted to be able to express myself. Funny how that now translates to writing. My mood is volatile these days. I routinely express my mood through music. Does music show your moods or do you use it to change it?

I was listening to my i pod yesterday and I felt particularly militant and the White Stripes Seven Nation army seemed to fit my mood. Enjoy.

Today is a day of rest. Could someone please tell that to my allergies?

I’ve got some good feedback from one of my critique partners. So I’m going to write a little later on. But first it’s off to target to get the kids halloween costumes.

They both want to vampires. Though Alex the youngest wants to be a vampire princess. Not quite sure what we’re, the hubby and I, are going to be. The last two years we’ve done a pirate and his saucy wench. We’ll see what we come up with this year.

What are you going to be?

Never thought of it this way:

http://www.cnn.com/2009/TECH/science/10/13/social.networking.class/index.html

And all you can do is try to be strong.

I’ve been needing a song like this. I’ve had the week from hell.

Attack of the Squirrel!

As I went to my office today holding a pot of coffee (don't judge me!), I
unlocked my door and staring at me, perched on one of my chairs was
a little squirrel. Poor thing was terrified and must have been trapped
in there for the weekend.

I placed the pot of coffee down, talked to it in my most soothing voice
(didn't help much) and backed away while he started to spazz out.
I told everyone else to stay in the offices and closed their doors so
I could try to chase him down the hall and out the main door. Of course,
everyone decided to come over and look at the squirrel so he continued to
freak out and started running head first into my window. I tried to shoo him
out my door towards freedom but people kept coming over for a look making
him either hide under my desk, climb up my book case, or head butt the
window. Sometimes he would do all three in a circular route.

I finally cleared the numskulls out of the way and was able to escort him out the
building. Poor thing looked his chest was about to explode from all the
excitement.

This is actually the second time I've seen a squirrel in my office. The first
time he just poked his head down from a hole in the ceiling and after seeing
me ran away (sounded like someone was pulling cable in the ceiling). This
time the bugger must have fallen. He will have a lot of bruises in the morning.
He was a little pinball of fur.

He also shredded the top of one of my chairs. It was against the window so
maybe he was trying to scratch his way out. He'll have some stories to tell
his friends...

Hey there.

I know you haven’t heard from me in a while. Here’s the thing, I’ve been writing. working on my new paranormal romance. My heroine Darcelle, is a woman going through changes.

What do you do when you become the thing you fear the most? What happens when you fall for your rival?

Poor Darcelle she has so much to deal with. After reading Rachel Gardener’s post about making sure your character is proactive and not reactive I’ve been re-thinking Darcelle.

Oh well back to work.

PS. I’ve had a few things pop up in my personal life lately one on which was identity theft. The theft of my identity. And the other well We’ll just say I wish it would be over and done with.

On the bright side my babies turned 4 and 10 respectively. They’re growing up and hopefully I doing a good job.

Hugs
Chudney

Do not let the muse become your excuse!

If she does exist, she respects perseverance!

I’m quoting the president of CFRWA. My local chapter President Lara Dien.

My contribution:
Remember Dorrie in Nemo? Well instead of, “Just Keep Swimming.” How about? “Just Keep Writing.” or whatever else it is you are trying to do.

Put one foot in front of the other and keep going. It’s been my method to dealing with life and the obstacles fate or whatever throws my way. Trust me they have been plenty.

Meanwhile if you’re a member of F F and P and have not signed up for 60 days to PRO. Take it from me it’s awesome.

It’s a beautiful day today. I’m taking a break from writing or at least I think so, I might change me mind later. Right now though Banana nut pancakes from first watch are calling my name. My sister in law is in town and we’re going to brunch.

PS a friend of mine apparently just bought her first house. Congratulations J!

Hope you find reasons to celebrate. It could be anything. Five minutes of absolute silence. the crazy kids having fun in the back yard. Finishing a paragraph. Just be happy on this long weekend don’t let anything get in the way of that. Hugs of support, happiness and anything else you need. Chudney 😉

Which one am I?

Don’t know. I know that I’m getting back into my groove, but I’m just taking it one day at a time. What type of writer are you? Turtle or Hare?

Take my poll. Leave comment.

Whatever type of writer you are, if you’ve taken that step. You know the one where you put words on paper try to have them convey emotion and make sense. The one where you attempt you transport you reader away from ordinary life. Here’s huge pat on the back.