All the best ideas come in the shower...

Today I challenged dear friend (let's call her DF to keep it simple) to both of us posting a blog at least once a week. We both have small kids, so we'll see how it goes, but I think the two of us can really benefit from the writing practise and mutual encouragement. DF has been very supportive and is the only person who I trust to bare my soul to when the CD is really grabbing at me, I can only pray that she, too, is feeling supported and upheld.
Ok, writers, what was wrong with that sentence? Fragmented? Too long? Just plain boring?
Fair enough.
How about I tell you about the latest book idea (which came to me in the shower as usual- that's why there's a water shortage; everyone is stunned into stillness by the brilliance that is coming to them instead of rinsing and repeating if necessary).
Ok, so I reckon there's a therapist who is blind, working by hypnosis to cure a woman's fear of flying and paranoia about being stalked. Thing is, she's NOT crazy, the therapist IS and he is keeping her his prisoner-of-the-mind by hypnosis. He is blind coz the woman's father was the pilot in a plane crash where he (therapist) was only survivor as a teenager. She is having flashbacks, not hallucinations, therapist is getting revenge for the loss of his eyes and family thru the pilot's offspring. I think I'll end it with him pushing her out of a plane...yeah...or maybe I'll be nice and introduce a love interest who saves her. Either way, I am LOVING getting a story out, from the first grain idea that irritates my oyster brain to the pearl that will be my story!
Gosh, I hope I'm not just re-hashing a story I've already read. I don't think so, but I do have to be very careful to avoid cliches. I've read hundreds of books, I have to try not to mix them together into what I think is a me original!
Anyway, dear reader, I am grateful for some time to blurb, and til next time...
Take care.
N

Tinkering with the kids' xylophone

An aspiring writer is supposed to write, no? Gutless wonder that I am, I have kept my short stories either in my head or in a folder, not sent them for any sort of publishing. So, I shall have to stick by that adage: "don't get it right, get it written". I'd love to see my work out there, being read by all and sundry (if I knew what a sundry was...I always imagine groceries like tissues and bin liners). The trouble with writing is having to read. I feel like a kid with a toy xylophone, sitting at the feet of a concert pianist when I read a good (published!!) book. I know the secret to writing is quite simply hard work, but I still ask- how do they do it?

My CD has taken a few days out of me this last week, some horrible news and also finally verbalising the root causes of my breakdown after 9 years to a dear friend has been really giving the CD symptoms a work out. I will try to keep speaking out, writing and verbally, not just for my own recovery as a victim (hate that word!!) of abuse but for others as well.
Writing is going to be my out burst. Writing is going to be my vessel. Writing is going to be my shaking fist, my screaming, my sobbing and my curing broken heart. I have kept it all inside for my whole life, now I could laugh out loud at how manic and happy I feel to have found my way to the light- writing.
What a blessing.
Take care.
N

Here we are then...

Well, I never thought I was the kind to blog my brain-waves into cyberspace, but here I am and here I shall try to commit to stay.
This is certainly going to be tricky, seeing as my keyboard is broken and I have no letter "p", only what I cut and paste...see....p p p.
If you don't mind I'll be using this blog as a means to vent and self-therapise. Since I was diagnosed with Conversion Disorder a month or so ago I have found very little information or help out there and will therefore use a blog to de-stress. CD is a stress-induced disorder which has frightening symptoms that closely mimic MS (multiple sclerosis).
Anyway, that'll do for now, this is very "undercover", I don't want it to be a free-for-all, hey everyone I know read all about me, I would simply like to blurt out my heartaches and heartleaps to you, dear anonymous reader, if you will have me.
Take care.
N