Osiyo/Hello~

To continue my catch-up, here’s Friday and Saturday’s post. I hope you enjoy and join me Monday for a new post.

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Inspiration. I hear a lot of writers say they are often asked where they get their ideas from. I hear it. The most common answers I hear, and give are from everywhere, everyone I see, meet or know. Inspiration comes from within our minds, something we hear on the radio, tv or other place, something we read, the list goes on. One place and maybe another type of inspiration comes from reading. Not just reading articles, but critiquing, beta reading, reading work of a favorite author or friend.

It’s not what they write that inspires me, but how many books they seem to write in a year, two years, five years. It makes me look at my own production and sometimes it makes me feel like a slacker, not worthy, like I’m a fraud. How can I claim to be a writer when I haven’t released a book in over a year?

It’s at those times I have to remind myself that every writer writes at their own speed, what works for them. I also have to remind myself that I was forced to take most of last year off when I was on the verge of burn-out. I was under too much stress at home and writing and I simply over did it, everything. I took up jewelry crafting again, something I hadn’t done in several years. Now I do both, write and craft and one feeds off the other. I’m beta reading for a friend now and I admire her ability to pop out so many books a year (two or four possibly?), and it doesn’t hurt that I LOVE her writing!

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Joyous. As I said, Andee will get her cast Monday. My daughter offered to drive us to the hospital because my car has been breaking down for months and hubby finally got the parts and time to fix it last weekend. Only, all his work did not fix it. Then he got another part, an yet one more part, and finally a week later he was able to FIX MY CAR! To say I’m ecstatic is short of the elation I felt today as we drove my car to town and it didn’t bang or shake once. LOL Seriously, I could barely go three miles before it started it’s racket and at times I was fairly sure my poor baby would crumble into a heap of nuts and bolts on the road. I finally stopped driving it farther than the bus stop (1/10 of a mile to the end of our street) a couple weeks ago. But as of yesterday my car is healed! YAY!!!

And that gets me all up to the letter. See ya’ll Monday. 😀

Dodadagohvi/Until we meet again~

PS

In case you’re curious, I greet and close almost every post in Cherokee, of which I’m one-fourth and very proud.