Updates from the other side, of my birthday
I have to admit that work is rough. I am writing things that nobody wants to read and it just sucks the creative part of me through a straw. I haven’t been writing the way I should and I need to pull my head out of my arse and get busy.
I know it, I keep thinking it and yet, I just can’t stay sitting at my desk at break and lunch to do it. All I want is to get away from the keyboard and breath a bit. So I have been, and because of that I haven’t been making progress on my first novel in the last two weeks.
There is a simple piece of advice for getting around this. BICHOK. I was introduced to this concept in a podcast. It is simple and a lot like the KISS principle.
Butt In Chair, Hands On Keyboard.
So, it is time to get back to work or this won’t get finished. Now that my birthday is over I will get back to work. No more excuses and a lot less time wasting.
To all of the people who wished me a happy birthday. Thank you.
Besides my family being great and my wife being the best, I also received one of the coolest birthday presents ever in my e-mail. I have been published in the Hoosier Writers 2012 Anthology. The book is done and available now in stores which means that I am now physically in print. If you would like to read the anthology you can get it from either Barnes & Noble or Amazon. My copy is on its way and I am very excited.
L. E. White
The scratching sound that rose from the little box turned his head. Just a mouse, he thought as he walked towards the tiny container. Stamps and tape had carried it through the mail in one piece, but to think that the postal service would allow for the delivery of a live animal was just wrong.
He intended to release the poor thing outside. It must have been suffocating in there without air holes and while he had received a variety of gifts and threats over the years of writing a political review column this was the first time anyone had sent him a live rodent.
The box rattled as he started to reach for it. His hand, mere inches above it when he stopped and pulled back. It was hard to admit that he wasn’t the quickest witted man in the world. Considering that he made his living by the use of that wit, it was even more difficult. But he had time to think of what he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it. He had others who helped make sure he sounded smarter than he often felt.
This time, he had almost acted to fast. After all, how had a mouse in a small cardboard box managed to keep from suffocating without air holes?
The box shook again, only this time he backed away from it.