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I Have A Book!!
Yay! My contributor’s copy of A Cup of Comfort for Families Touched by Alzheimer’s came!!
I have a real live print book to put on my bookshelf!
They also sent me about a hundred postcards to mail out to all my friends and relatives. Fun!!
Now…to get a print book with my name on the cover…NEXT!
Thursday Thirteen – Twins!
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The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!
And Speaking of Hummingbirds…Tuesday Cuteness!
No, those aren’t my hands. Sigh. Amazing picture, though…one of those things that show up anonymously in your email box…
Happy Tuesday, everyone!
Of Hummingbirds and Muses…
One of my non-writing activities over the Labor Day holiday involved relaxing on my best friend’s back deck, savoring clam dip and seven-grain crackers, and observing the antics of the many hummingbirds who grace her property. My friend has a hummingbird feeder suspended on her deck and it was a constant source of energetic activity, despite the fact we were seated close enough to reach out and touch it.
The dazzling little hummers darted back and forth between the feeder and a nearby cherry tree, perching among its leaves while they plotted their next foray to the syrupy fountain. I swear, the cherry leaves were larger than the tiny birds.
As I watched them flit and flutter, it occurred to me that the delightful afternoon on the deck was providing sustenance for my muse as surely as the sugar-water nourished the high energy birds. I needed writing time over the long weekend, but I also needed the trip to the farmer’s market, the family barbecue, the pool party with the grandchildren, and the time to unwind with friends in the stillness of a garden abundant with hummingbirds.
It’s too easy to lose sight of the need to feed my muse when I’m scurrying to write the day’s allotted words before rushing to the day-job. And too often when the weekend arrives, I’m obsessed with the paucity of words I’ve accumulated during the week—so driven to find uninterrupted time to create that I forget my muse needs bright, shiny experiences to act as fodder for her imaginative process.
Relax, Debbie…breathe. Take a walk; enjoy the children; absorb scenic beauty. Feed your muse, because a starving muse produces impoverished work, and what good is it to write volumes of narrative lacking the spark necessary to ignite a reader’s imagination?
Enjoy life! Make sure your muse is healthy and happy.
