I've always felt guilty that I haven't kept a steady journal. I've written entries here and there in my red book, but they are few and far between. There are a lot of reasons why I haven't. They are good reasons, but I've decided I'm tired of feeling guilty. So I've created Red Book journal edition. It is perfectly understandable if You are not interested in chronological updates on my life. So I will warn You with a journal edition title. Read what You will. And so. . .
Red Book journal edition March 30, 2010
Things go on as they always do at this time in my life. I'm still a mother of three and I still do all the things that go along with this calling. Most of which are not that interesting to write about, but every moment is full and things are happening that are interesting and momentous to me.
Lincoln finished hid last reading lesson yesterday. For Christmas he received a reading lesson book and a video game from Santa Clause. The book was to help him read his video game. He's worked hard on it. It has been something that he has wanted to do. I am very proud of him. I couldn't read at his age.
Wesley is working on his potty training. I'm sure if he ever reads this he will be thrilled that I mentioned it, but I am proud of him.
Kailie's first word is pretty. I guess that goes to show how much we tell her about her looks. It's darling the way she says it too. I hope I can capture it on video.
David is wonderful as always.
I just keep cleaning, and writing and dreaming.
Well, catch You latter
P.s. I'm sending out my queries the first of next week. Wish me luck.
P.p.s I think a lot should be one word-alot. Who is with me?
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Good morning?
Why is it that I always think of such good ideas when I'm trying to fall asleep. I'm sure that I will remember the next day and then I don't. Does this ever happen to You? Does that mean that perfectly brilliant ideas are just gone from existence. Will they float around in the back of my brain until I can catch them again?
I do remember that the last brilliant idea I had was about good books. The kind that keep You up all night. You tell yourself just one more page. Just one more chapter and then one more page and then one more chapter. I had a very clever paragraph going in my mind. I was actually composing it after I'd forced myself to put down one of those addicting books, and was trying to fall asleep. I can't put the book down, and then when I finally work up the will power to close it, my mind is awake, alive, and racing,with the inviting book just a reach away on my cedar chest. I tell myself that as long as I am awake I might as well read. Then when I put the book down again I can't sleep again and so it continues. It's a vicious trap. Especially since my brain is not entirely stable and lack of sleep makes sanity more precarious. Am I doomed to a life of dry reading? Must I limit myself to passable writing and mildly entertaining plots? IS THERE NO HOPE?
My name is MeLisa Stone and I am a bookaholic.
P.s. I think I caught my idea back. I guess that answers that question.
I do remember that the last brilliant idea I had was about good books. The kind that keep You up all night. You tell yourself just one more page. Just one more chapter and then one more page and then one more chapter. I had a very clever paragraph going in my mind. I was actually composing it after I'd forced myself to put down one of those addicting books, and was trying to fall asleep. I can't put the book down, and then when I finally work up the will power to close it, my mind is awake, alive, and racing,with the inviting book just a reach away on my cedar chest. I tell myself that as long as I am awake I might as well read. Then when I put the book down again I can't sleep again and so it continues. It's a vicious trap. Especially since my brain is not entirely stable and lack of sleep makes sanity more precarious. Am I doomed to a life of dry reading? Must I limit myself to passable writing and mildly entertaining plots? IS THERE NO HOPE?
My name is MeLisa Stone and I am a bookaholic.
P.s. I think I caught my idea back. I guess that answers that question.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
I don't mind waiting for trains.I don't mind sitting at the crossings. I have no choice but to be still. There is a soft rumble. I can't predict when it's going to end. Each car could be the last, or not. I like watching the graffiti float across my line of sight. The loud works fit with my rebellion against rushing forward.
I have no choice but to be still.
I have no choice but to be still.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Dear You,
As promised I'm not worrying at all about what I write. I'm just going to write what is there bouncing around my head. My heart is racing so fast. Yes, lucky me is having a panic attack. Why? Oh for no real reason, just part of being insane. Have I told you my insane theory. No? Well, I have decided that anyone who is truly creative has to be a bit crazy, whether they admit it or not. I admit it. Completely off my rocker. Not all there. No full deck for me. Hopefully I can put my off kilter metal capacities to good work. So I guess I'll just endure the frantic pounding, the shivering, and the certainty that something terrible is afoot, even though there is not.
Words before me
sent to You
make them real?
Clear my heart
Smashed to smithereens
That's all I have to say
As promised I'm not worrying at all about what I write. I'm just going to write what is there bouncing around my head. My heart is racing so fast. Yes, lucky me is having a panic attack. Why? Oh for no real reason, just part of being insane. Have I told you my insane theory. No? Well, I have decided that anyone who is truly creative has to be a bit crazy, whether they admit it or not. I admit it. Completely off my rocker. Not all there. No full deck for me. Hopefully I can put my off kilter metal capacities to good work. So I guess I'll just endure the frantic pounding, the shivering, and the certainty that something terrible is afoot, even though there is not.
Words before me
sent to You
make them real?
Clear my heart
Smashed to smithereens
That's all I have to say
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Red Book Blog
Hello You,
I suppose I should explain that this blog is dedicated to a thick, red-bound notebook that I carry around with me everywhere. Hence the title Red Book Blog. In it I write. . .everything. I can never be bored if I have a pen and my red book handy. It's contents include; idea webs, notes, quotes, and excerpts from my stories. Then much less glamorous are; shopping lists, budgets, doodles, and drawings from my three children, who all believe that whenever I am writing in my red book they should be writing in my red book.
I have to admit that my heart is racing at the thought of writing to You. I've always written to You. In my red book everything was addressed to You, but I never had any idea that You would actually read it. The possibility that you might is slightly greater now. I suddenly feel extremely self conscious. My thoughts are disjointed. My grammar is far from flawless. At least my spelling will be much improved thanks to spell check. I've also been told that no one can read or write cursive anymore so typing is a plus. It would seem that since You are now listening I should be more formal and carefully consider each thing that I put down. Well too bad. I'm not going to. If I try to write for anyone besides myself, even You, it turns out terribly. (Not to mention that I am the mother of three and my time has to be carefully guarded. For example it has taken me an hour to write these paragraphs due to the number of times I've had to get up and take care of something.)
Don't worry. Hopefully this red book internet edition will still have some merit.
Well, live long and prosper.
p.s. I am currently on red book IV. Red book III was lost. If You have seen a ragged red book filled with mostly illegible nonsense please let me know. I miss it terribly.
p.p.s. I'm about ready to pull my hair out. Two of my children are fighting over the keyboard. It makes writing, as You can imagine, rather difficult!
I suppose I should explain that this blog is dedicated to a thick, red-bound notebook that I carry around with me everywhere. Hence the title Red Book Blog. In it I write. . .everything. I can never be bored if I have a pen and my red book handy. It's contents include; idea webs, notes, quotes, and excerpts from my stories. Then much less glamorous are; shopping lists, budgets, doodles, and drawings from my three children, who all believe that whenever I am writing in my red book they should be writing in my red book.
I have to admit that my heart is racing at the thought of writing to You. I've always written to You. In my red book everything was addressed to You, but I never had any idea that You would actually read it. The possibility that you might is slightly greater now. I suddenly feel extremely self conscious. My thoughts are disjointed. My grammar is far from flawless. At least my spelling will be much improved thanks to spell check. I've also been told that no one can read or write cursive anymore so typing is a plus. It would seem that since You are now listening I should be more formal and carefully consider each thing that I put down. Well too bad. I'm not going to. If I try to write for anyone besides myself, even You, it turns out terribly. (Not to mention that I am the mother of three and my time has to be carefully guarded. For example it has taken me an hour to write these paragraphs due to the number of times I've had to get up and take care of something.)
Don't worry. Hopefully this red book internet edition will still have some merit.
Well, live long and prosper.
p.s. I am currently on red book IV. Red book III was lost. If You have seen a ragged red book filled with mostly illegible nonsense please let me know. I miss it terribly.
p.p.s. I'm about ready to pull my hair out. Two of my children are fighting over the keyboard. It makes writing, as You can imagine, rather difficult!
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