A Peek inside My Brain: Proceed with Caution
Ten days ago, I said I was swamped. Now? I don’t even have a good word for it. I have so many things on my mind and on my plate, I feel like I have been in a state of mental paralysis for almost two weeks. This summer is already bananas.*
ON MY MIND
I’m just being too much of a perfectionist and have kind of hit a wall because I don’t want to write words just to write words. Plus, I am editing as I go (which I’m not supposed to be doing).
My current word count is 14,620—5,380 off my official word count goal—but I think, once I figure out a few plot details that are tripping me up right now, I can chip away at the deficit and still come out on track. We’ll see.
Cleveland Cavaliers. You might be wondering how I could be so silent about them following their untimely elimination from the second round of the NBA Playoffs and all the hullabaloo surrounding LeBron James in the media.
My answer is simply this: I don’t really want to talk about it. But, since we’re peeking inside my brain, I’ll admit it: I’m heartbroken. And I don’t expect anyone not from Cleveland to understand that. In fact, I feel silly talking about it, knowing how the rest of the country feels about the city I hold so dear, but there it is.
What makes me so sad/may sound totally loserish is that LBJ inspired an entire city—made believers out of unlikely basketball fans (myself included). Because of James’s talent and charisma, I came to love the game and the team.
I’m a huge fan of “the underdog,” which Cleveland pretty much always is. I’ve talked before about how our team never gets any credit for being good. It just figures that, just when we started getting *some* credit from members of the national media, it all derailed in less than a week.
Without explanation and without taking ownership of it, LeBron just quit. I know the loss isn’t 100% on him, but he has been instrumental in every change that team has made and he was supposed to be the superstar. It just doesn’t make sense that—all of a sudden—he didn’t believe the team was good enough and checked out. Even more puzzling, he did it when we actually still had a great shot.
So, in a large (and probably loserish) way, it feels like the sudden and unexplained betrayal of a friend. And that makes me sad. As does the huge effect this will have on the entire franchise—and the city itself.
And that’s probably why you won’t hear another word about it from me until “King James” makes his decision—if I even decide to comment then.
Operation House Demo. My dad is a retired builder/contractor, and he’s going to be gutting both our master bathroom and laundry room. This will be done in phases, as we live in Virginia and my parents live in Ohio, so my folks are going to be making a series of visits—for about 3-4 days a month—until the projects are done. Phase one begins next weekend!
While it’s very exciting, it’s also stressful both in terms of writing and getting work done while they’re here. And, it’s remodeling—I’ve never done this before!
At least I know we’re in great hands. It’s always been a dream of mine to have my dad build me a home. Since we live out of state, this is the next best thing.
- Girls’ weekend trip to Asheville, N.C., with a friend of mine who lives in Georgia
- Sister-in-law’s graduation & senior art show
- Southeastern Writers Association conference in St. Simons Island, Ga. (+speaking engagement there)
- Myrtle Beach vacation with my hubs’s family
- Hubs to Utah/Me to Cleveland
- Romance Writers of America conference in Orlando, Fla. (+speaking engagement there)
ON MY PLATE
- Sheena Easton (my WIP)!
- I’m editing a book!
- I’m critiquing three manuscripts!
- Shenandoah Writers & Shenandoah Writers Online!