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Filling the Well

Well, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? It’s no surprise I go on these little blogging hiatuses whenever life gets a bit too cumbersome. But this has been a long one I think. So, what have I been doing you ask…let me tell you all.

My fearless daughter broke her wrist while trying to follow the big kids on their bikes over what she thought was a hill–a nice, rolling hill that deposited you safely on the other side of it. This was no such hill. It was a dirt jump with a sheer cliff on the opposite side that immediately propelled the rider into a hole. Sounds menacing doesn’t it. Anyway, her bike tumbled over the edge and a day later we learned that she broke her wrist while doing it all. That pretty much killed our summer. My big plans of “Try New Things” quickly became lots of “Not-So-New-Things.” Eight weeks later and we are firmly in soccer season with all my time sucked up with practices and games that conveniently never happen on the same fields and with times that often overlap each other. Whew!

Needless to say, some things have taken the backseat for a bit. So, what am I going to do since I really don’t have much time to write or blog or anything that requires thinking in large gaps of time? I’m FILLING THE WELL. This is something I’ve often told my students is a necessary part of the creative process, yet I’ve never really done it myself. Wow, I’m such a hypocrite. Filling the Well is simple really. It requires a sketchbook or a notebook or anything you can collage and write into. It requires books. Lots and lots of books. Good books, bad books, whatever. Music. Art. Photography. It requires finding inspiration and putting it someplace you’ll remember it. And it needs to be tactile–I need to be able to tuck this notebook under my arm and carry it with me wherever I go because inspiration and ideas happen in the strangest places.

An example: I went to a farmer’s market over the weekend and while there, a woman with long brown hair and mismatched clothes stood in a corner and sang. She had bells on her ankles that jingled when she moved and a man beside her that played a sitar. Her voice was hypnotic. She was also Romanian, which is the ancestry of one of my characters. I never could fully picture this character in my head and she always felt a little forced. Then, I saw this singer and it all came together. Since I had my notebook and a pencil, I quickly began sketching little things I noticed about her. I also took some pictures.

Filling the Well is such a simple concept that we often forget how important it is. There are so many ways to stay motivated, to be creative. What do you do?

Friday Musings…

Song of the Day: Sail, by Awolnation


This song epitomizes my first chapter. If ever I am editing or reworking it, I find the best place to start is with just listening. Anyway, today is Friday and I thought I’d just stop in and say Happy Friday to everyone. I haven’t been blogging much these days due to the rewrite I’ve been attempting. I am half way through and some days it feels like an uphill battle. Anything I can use to inspire another hour is worth it. What do you do to get inspiration?

Ahhh…Breaking Dawn part 2

This week has been an interesting week. Monday was a holiday, so as a teacher I had the day off only to be sick with the stomach flu. Yep, and it was not fun. I took Tuesday off just to ease back into the world of wellness. Worked two days and then…

I completely forgot! Breaking Dawn part 2 came out today and I had to see it. I read all of the books as they came out. Saw every movie on their respective opening days. There was no way I was missing the last one. Alas, I took another day for me. I’m not one that usually does that sort of thing and I absolutely loved the movie! It was probably my favorite one of the entire franchise and I won’t ruin it, but there is quite the surprise at the end. For those of you that have seen it, you know what I’m talking about. My hat is off to you, Stephenie Meyer for going out with a bang and turning a “silly little vampire story” into something that I truly believed changed the literary world. Am I being melodramatic? Possibly. But how many stay at home moms and housewives found inspiration in a fellow mom and took pen to paper and finally wrote the first words of their own beautiful manuscripts.

She inspired me.