The Friday Post – All things writing and a premise

Good Morning and Happy Friday! This has not been a writing week for me, and that is not a happy thing. But it’s still Friday, and for that, I am grateful. Next week, I’m back to regular work hours, which means I’m back to morning writing.

I write early–first thing early. I’m up by four or four-thirty, which actually means three-thirty most mornings. I make a cup of coffee, keep said-cup warm on the electric cup warmer thingamabob, and sit at the desk in a very small office/bedroom. I’m okay with a small writing space for now, but I tend to collect a lot of books, and I stick notes on the walls, and my desk is… oh boy. I like to write at a very clean desk, with only my references and a plant on top. At times though, my desk is the catch-all. I leave the bills there, or my husband brings things to show me, puts them on the desk, and forgets to take them away. This week, there are bible study notes, book notes, a collection of pens, a couple of bills, and four boxes of beehive frames the husband bought at a good price–all on top of the desk. This stack of beehive frames are beside me as I write. Literally.

There’s a word. Literally–from a Google page internet site: “in a literal manner or sense; exactly” and even from Urban Dictionary: “used to describe something that actually happens or exists. One of the most overused words in modern society. Not to be confused with figuratively, as this is the complete opposite.”

These hive boxes are literally beside me. But the conversation I heard between two girls the other day, where one told the other that her heart was breaking–literally breaking, may not have been the correct usage of the word.

I like words. I like to listen to the way people use words. I’m a Texas girl, and word usage in Texas gets interesting. Let’s be honest. The way I speak gets a little interesting. My dad loved telling a story about the college English professor who told him, “You cannot write, and the reason you cannot write is because you cannot speak!” There are times I inherited this gene myself. It seems we shouldn’t write exactly the way we speak, but for writing to not lean in the heavy direction of dullness, there needs to be some similarity.

I grew up in the old school era of writing. Don’t use contractions in a sentence. Don’t use comma splices or run-on sentences. Don’t start sentences with a conjunction, and for the sake of all that is holy, don’t end a sentence with a preposition. Even in the office training classes I took all through high school, these were the rules. I’ve always danced around the rules. Like my dad’s professor, my teachers drew blood from the papers I turned in. (Did you catch that? I ended with a preposition–maybe on purpose.) It’s not that I’m the rebellious sort, but stubborn, yes. However, I do wish I had paid a little more attention to my teachers attempts at correction.

That’s enough about rules for today. Let’s talk story!

Story Updates: I haven’t shared anything about the current story, but starting now, I’ll try to include a few things. First a small premise.

Jake Morgan fell in love with Lindsey Campbell in the fourth grade. He proposed to her the night of high school graduation, but eight years later their marriage is in trouble. Jake has his faults, but the one thing Lindsey has never doubted is his faithfulness–at least until now.

Jake and Lindsey’s story is still unfolding. I’m not an out liner, so I write the story as it comes. Every time I think I know where the story begins, I find myself backing up. At the moment, I think I may have started somewhere in the middle, and I’m trusting all the backing up leads to the beginning.

That’s it for now. I’m running late to the work day, so I’ll end with a few thoughts on writing. Write for the love of writing. Write like you, not like someone else. Write the story you want to write. When writing stops being fun, stop writing and get some rest.

Have a great day, and go write something!img_2637

God bless.

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