Hello Y’all. In my last post you read that 2017 was a terrible year for me. It was. It also was a year where I took advice from others all around me and applied it to my life. The only part of my life that worked well last year was the spiritual. God was with me. God will always be with me.
Yesterday, after I prayed in the morning, I had an urge to clean my home. You see, I’ve been ignoring daily cleaning duties in 2017. I had a pile of dishes, a pile of clothes, on Susie’s bed that grew and grew. I had also been quietly overtaken by an army of dust bunnies.
So I hit one room at a time. I’ve posted some pictures. Then I treated myself to some subway. Thanks to my sister and brother-in-law for the giftcard, on to the serious stuff that we must discuss.
Hold on on one, I do want to say that having a clean home gives me a more confident, “what’s next?” feeling, It also took some time and work to get there.
As for the mental, emotional, cognitive, physical part of my psyche, it was wrapped inside me for much of 2017. If you’ve ever seen a newly cut length of barbwire allowed to coil back on itself, that’s how it was.
How am I going to get it straightened out? That’s what I’m doing now; right this minute. With God’s help, (I always pray before I write something for a story, blog, etc.) He guides me along the way as the words start flowing. I’ll have a, “to far,” “not right for this story,” tap on my hand. Sometimes I’ll have a “leave it in there, folks need to now,” moment. I figure y’all get the idea.
Okay. So, 2017, I took advice and tried it. For the most part I didn’t make any comments, share any insights, answer many questions, I just pushed the green button that says, “Do you accept?” Then I’d go home and try to write. Emphasize try.
I was dealing with more than one traumatic experience in 2017, so I thought. “I’ve got all I can handle. I don’t need to spend any time on this or that issue. Who are you anyhow? You're just some guy from Texas that doesn’t have a clue as to what’s goin’ on in the rest of the world?” The advice of just keep your head down, fingers on the keyboard, and your thoughts only on the stories and your characters; that didn’t work out great.
So, this year, I’ll have questions and I might just pester one or two of you for the answers. I did that with an FBI agent in Bryan, Texas, and ended up in the “rubber room,” in Hamilton, Texas’ Hospital for four days. Really that's two separate stories but they connect at one point. Maybe I’ll try a different approach, or go back to Aggieland. They’re all nuts down there, so I fit in.
Here’s my first question for all. It’s not a hard one. When you go on a writer’s site, do you prefer the “personal donation,” buttons; or would you rather go to Amazon and download/order that writer’s story or book? Question number two. Who first named a glob of semi-floating dust, a dust bunnie?
I ask this as I’m really interested, and y’all are my resources for what works and what doesn’t. I’m just thankful to God that technology and a platform exists where I can pose such a question in this manner. Hope y'all's life is treating you well