Wireless Writing

I just bought a new printer. I looked at several and spent hours reviewing comments and recommendations.

There were certain features I had to have on it: wireless printing, printing from my iPad, phone and computer.

This one even prints from the Cloud. Cool.

I settled on a Canon PIXMA MX922. I really like it so far — easy to set up, easy to print the day-to-day stuff. Prints both sides so it saves paper, too.

All that aside, wireless stuff is so convenient to the point of being lazy!

I have a story brewing about the wireless world. The unseen realm. That is my favorite flavor of story. It’ll flow soon — I just have to let it simmer awhile longer.

What started this whole post was a journal entry from back in April. As I scribbled (my notebooks are filled — all will need a translator at some point to decipher my coded scribbles!) I was thinking about how things work. When I hit print, for instance, how does the printer start? What is the wave or signal that triggers it to print?

I’m not a physicist, obviously. I just expect things to work! When I hit print, it better print. When I check the status of an internet order, I want all those towers to talk to each other.

That’s it. Communication. The back and forth stuff. I ask. The computer gets me the info, the response I am looking for.

Then it hits me as I’m scribbling in my journal.

The biggest wireless miracle?

Prayer.

Running

I struggle to write.

I sit on the sofa, my favorite place to be. Doesn’t feel right.

I move to the wonderful, inherited-from-Harriet-chair in the bedroom, which is always inspiring.

No.

I pray — that has to be right.

… … …

I would rather write five thousand blog posts than write the short story that God is blinking at me today.

Blink: write.

Blink: it needs to be written.

Blink: it’s hard I know.

And blink: write.

Ugh.

It’s a short story to be published in a very-near-future anthology of short, fiction stories, all bearing the marks of pain, hope, letting God crucify our flesh and love us. He does that at the same time and through the same sometimes ugly mess. Stories about running from, then to.

This last one is about being sad as we look in the mirror — terrified, actually — and along comes the truth of who we really are.

Coming to you soon.

Yeah. I just have to sit here and write it!

Sigh.

The More I Write

The more I write, the faster I write, the better I write.

If I write daily, even a little – like say 500 words – it flows better each time I sit down. Even though there has been a span of time in between writing sessions doing the things of life (You don’t want my list: cooking, dishes, laundry, walking the dog! It looks just like yours!), as I begin writing, the words pour out, leading me on.

Not only do I stay in the story better, I stay in the flow of my writing style. It comes easier. It takes me on the ride. The characters lead me where they want to go. The story develops faster.

It’s more fun!

The flip side is when I don’t write often, the story lags and stumbles. I struggle to get into the character point of view. Plus, if I haven’t written in even a few days, I don’t feel complete or satisfied. I lost part of myself. Part of me didn’t live that day. This sounds crazy, but I didn’t sing in my spirit that day. I didn’t soar …

Somebody reading this understands, right?

Procrastination Is My Nation

Procrastination is my friend today.

It’s my buddy. My excuse.

I will get writing done.

I will.

Later.

Maybe it’s the fact that I got out of bed at 5:15 am. It’s past nap time, now.

I’m learning to find my most productive time of day, and it seems to be about 3pm-10pm.

Maybe because I’m scared I won’t have written when I collapse into bed again.

Bad girl.

Maybe I am finally learning what my inner time clock is and I’ve been wrong all along.

Or maybe I’m scared to write.

Production … Or Not

I didn’t produce a thing all day, today.

But yesterday … yesterday.

I wrote a short story in the morning. It was a blast. Writing isn’t always fun, but it can be. And it was.

I made a title page for the WIP (work in progress). Done.

I began a screenplay based on the WIP. Just the log line and synopsis. Surprising how writing in another format opens doors to different threads of the story.

And I haven’t even started the screenplay.