I admit it. That’s where I am. A writer without words. It sucks. I hate it. I beat myself up over it. How can I call myself a writer if I don’t write? Why don’t I just do it? Where are the words?
I can’t call this writer’s block. It’s not. It’s fear. Pure and simple blinding fear. When I sit down to write I absolutely freeze. The negative voice in my head is stronger than my will to write at this point.
I hate this.
But how do I beat it? That’s a real question. Suggestions?
In the Nose Work Challenges 1 class I’m taking from Fenzi Dog Sports Academy we’re doing some fun exercises with extreme aged hides-hides aged 24 or more hours. This presents a challege due to the scent diffusing into the room. I set up the next hide in my jewelry making room. I have one hide each of birch and anise. I’ve positioned them so they will definitely create a converging odor puzzle for Jack.
Besides aging for 24+ hours, what will make this hide situation challenging for Jack is the heat from the sun coming in the window. That will activate the odor-it will rise in the heat from the window. There is also an HVAC vent on the floor just left of the anise hide under the jeweler’s bench. Since it’s summer, cool air is coming from the vent. I’m very interested to see what happens to odor.
Anyway, tomorrow afternoon, we’ll see how Jack does in this search. I hope I remember to video.
Yeah, so I’m not great at titles. You already know that.
So much to do today. But I wanted to let you know what we’ve been up to. I started working on canine parkour with Damon. It’s so much fun! Google it. We’re taking an online class with Kristine Hammer through Poised for Success. Damon and I are both loving it.
Damon is such a smart little guy. And he LOVES clicker training.
How’s your Saturday? Any big plans?
I think I may very well be the most inconsistent blogger in the history of blogging inconsistently. Not really the way I want to be known. But there it is.
Here are some reasons. Yes, I know they aren’t excuses.
1. Nugget made her grand entrance to earth on 2/23/18. Honestly, y’all, I never knew my heart could hold so much love.
2. I FINALLY started trialing with Jack the border collie in scent work. Dogs’ noses, y’all. I just can’t even begin to describe the fascination and awe I have for sniffers and trackers. God was not playing around when He designed canine olfaction.
3. The day job has been hell on wheels. Not even kidding. Not the work. It’s really not a hard job. But the underlying tension and frustration. I wears me down.
4. I’ve taking some time to pull inward. Introspect, if you will.
So what have y’all been up to? Anything exciting out there in the blogiverse?
A group of writer friends and I are working through Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way. It’s an interesting book and a worthwhile study for me. I do like how she sees creativity as a spiritual path.
In this week’s homework, Ms. Cameron has us draw a life pie. It works like this-draw a circle and divide into six ‘pieces of pie.’ Label the pieces spirituality, exercise, play, friends, work, and romance/adventure. Then place a dot in each piece. In areas where I feel fulfilled the dot is closest to the outer edge of the piece. In areas where I feel less fulfilled the dot is closer to the center. Then connect the dots.
I’ve known for a while (a long while) my areas of life are significantly out of balance. But this exercise was pretty eye opening. Needless to say, I’ve got A LOT of work to do.
Here’s my pie:
What does your pie look like? Have you ever done this exercise before? Has your pie changed recently?
First of all, YIKES!!! I forgot to post yesterday. I meant to do it. Even had in mind what I wanted to say. Totally forgot. And, after the whirlwind that was yesterday at work, I can no longer remember what I wanted to write about. On top of that, my stupid respiratory virus that I thought was on its way out decided to step back in for another visit.
But, that’s okay.
I’ve got something SUPER AMAZINGLY AWESOME to look forward to in a couple of weeks.
LITTLE NUGGET WILL BE HERE!!!!!!
Then I can officially commence with Operation Nana Spoils Little Nugget.
Creativity is a weird thing. A very weird thing. It doesn’t care if you’re happy, sad, sick, well, hungry, or full.
I came home from work Friday struggling with a serious head cold. Mixed myself a vitamin C-zinc drink, took some nighttime cold medicine and went to bed.
Saturday I felt a little better, but still yucky. But the need to create was stronger than my head cold. So a wrap ring, and the start of a chainmaille necklace with a stamped pendant later, the muse sated, I took some more nighttime medicine and went to bed.
What did you do this weekend?
Have you ever read a book that was truly disturbing, but you couldn’t not read it? Yeah, it’s a strange question.
I’m reading The Girl Next Door by Jack Ketchum (Dallas Mayr). It’s a seminal work in horror fiction, but I’ve never read it. Mayr passed away on January 24 after a long battle with cancer. Those in the horror fiction community have talked about his influence on where horror literature is today. All of those writers have pointed back to his 1989 novel The Girl Next Door.
So I started reading it.
I’m a little over halfway through and not sure I can continue. It is the single most disturbing story I’ve ever read. And it’s all because of the way Mayr tells the story. The POV character makes the reader feel at once complicit and victimized. As disturbing as the story is, and I’m telling you it’s like the most difficult episode of Criminal Minds amplified times a billion, I can’t not read it. Mayr’s storytelling is brilliant.
Have you ever read anything that you couldn’t read, but you couldn’t not read it?