Things

Well another snowy morn here in Mid-Coast Maine. Is that surprising? No, not really. They were talking another storm for today last week. I don't think it will be a storm like last weeks but we are getting snow non the less and I get a few more minutes of 'peace and quiet'... like in the movie "What about Bob" that is one of my all time favorites, like when Bob is eating corn on the cob or when he and the son of his doctor are screaming names at each other and his doctor and wife come in and they (Bob and the young son) sit down trying to look like good little boys... and his doctor says I want peace and quiet and Bob says , "Well I'll be quiet' and then the son says "and I will be peace" which makes them all (except the doctor) start to laugh, even the wife.
I had a wonderful day yesterday. Saw an old knitting mentor of mine, got to talk with her. Walked 2 miles. Most of it power walking. Got a lot of writing done. Though it wasn't like 20 pages. I was at some times on my last book putting out 20 pages a day. Sunday I got 10 pages done. Yesterday it was only 3. BUT when writing the 1st draft some days I can fly with the words, other days it's like pulling teeth and my brain is seriously taxed. Yesterday it was working on words and scenes and conversations. Trying to create word pictures... That's where going over my work the next day of writing comes in handy and helps. I always read over what I last wrote. It helps me to get into the story again event though I am still thinking about the book long after I get done writing for the day. Sometimes I go to bed with music that I call my books sound track on my ipod. The other night I went to sleep listening to Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". Though it's not part of the book that I am writing now it will be for a later part and scene. It's hard to explain but I know of other writers who do that. They have a sound track for their book, music that just kinda jumps out at them when they were writing. The curent book that I am writing is from listening to WWII era music, Glen Miller in particular and "Moonlight Serenade"
So that's my thoughts for this snowy morning. Some of my boys are up and my cats are sitting here waiting patiently for me to feed them their hard food. I feed them first thing in the morning with their soft food. They plow past me to get to the cellar so they are all lined waiting... they crack me up.