EW

Ramblings on writing, crafting and life.

So while some things in life remain in upheaval, with no clear answers in sight. The book, at least, rolls along. Chapter 24 is done, leaving me with 25 and the epilogue. So close now. And, if things continue as they appear they might, I need to have the rough draft finished early this coming week. M and I need time to read the rough and gather the rest of the notes for edits. Before he leaves, that is.

He most likely will be flying out of here after next week, staying with friends in the Seattle area till he finds work and a place for us to settle. Meanwhile, the demonic horde and I will remain here in Florida.  It sucks. It means at least two months or more apart. That is a hell of a long time, longer than we have ever gone since married. Ahh well. This too shall pass. At some point I will be able to look back o the past few months and laugh at how stressed I was because of the lack of one measly little job. Errrmmm…At least I certainly hope I will find this amusing eventually.

The oddest thing. I have found that the stress of all this: Unemployment, moving-not moving, bills piling up, the kids reactions to the instability, none of it has hampered the word flow. Which is really weird. I would have thought this would be a great time for a block to crop up, but if anything, the words are flowing better. I am NOT complaining here, just making an observation. For a woman who has had blocks when the wind blew the wrong way in the past, sailing through all this drama un-blocked has been nigh on miraculous.

Maybe that is my biggest sign in all this. That my creativity is not hinged to anything outside of myself. Negatively OR positively.

No, I am not doing a soft drink marketing reference. I’m referring to books. Good ol’ paper and board books. I spent a good portion of my evening reading blog posts, articles, facebook blurbs, tweets, etc on the recent debacle wherein Amazon pulled all MacMillan Publishing titles from its virtual shelves.  Being a complete publishing neophyte I was curious, at first, about the implications. Which lead to trying to decipher the entire idea of DRM and ebooks as a field of the industry. Needless to say, I don’t know that Ive accumulated much more than a cursory understanding of it all. I’m not even going to bother voicing my opinion on the issue, as I feel yet half informed, and doubt that anyone would benefit from my rambling incoherently… Well – any moreso than usual that is.

What prompted me to post was an offhand comment made by M, as I was bouncing thoughts and questions off him. To paraphrase him – We’ll all be reading digital books as a rule eventually, and the printed book will go the way of the horse drawn carriage.

Anyhow. I was horrified at not only the idea, but the ease with which the image seemed to trip off his tongue. No books? This is a circle of hell too twisted even for me to imagine. I’ve had a love affair with the book since I was a child. The thrill of cracking the cover open, the first slip of pages against fingertips, even the smell. Brand new,  slightly alkaline or that particular mustiness that seems to accumulate with age. Are we, as a society really going to let that go? Will I become that funky old woman with her, instead of cats, books? Will the book, as a vehicle for story, become the anachronistic equivalent of a carriage ride through Central Park?

Come on, Liz. It’s just a means of communication of the ideas contained therein. What matter if it’s pixels on a screen, or ink on paper?  As M, very logically asked me, was I saying that a printed newspaper article is more valid than one done online? My answer to which was a resounding “Of course not!”. So why then this seemingly illogical attachment to the printed book? (He’s also very good at pointing out those moments when my reasoning is less than stellar.)

I’m sure I won’t be able to articulate the entirety of how and why I love books. Not without boring all of you into a collective coma. But against the backdrop of his question, I realized a portion of my fear of a book free world. Books to me are like art. Well DUH! you say. But no. Every book I’ve read, even the bad ones, affect me.  I’d also like to believe that a book carries a bit of the author’s spirit in it. Those things live and breathe in the pages. It’s the difference between a digital rendering of one of my four year old’s splash-dab paintings, and the real thing. No scoffing. I understand there is a world of remove between a mass produced piece of media and a unique , handcrafted bit of art. But reading is experiential. And my experience informs the item. Every bent page, every dinged cover, even those I’ve worked to keep pristine. A book is the marriage of the author’s vision and voice, and my heart.

I guess I’m not ready to house my heart in plastic just yet.

And I just finished typing it at the top of a page, immediately after the word Chapter. Pause for swoon recovery. That is correct folks. I am officially on Chapter 24. I am within tripping distance of the end now. And its all good stuff. The lead up, planning, the climactic battle, and the wrap up. Pause for happy dancing.

To top off the loveliness, M has two job possibilities. Which is two more than we have had recently. One is a short term contract locally. The up side of that is it would allow us to move calmly. And have a bit stowed away to carry us through. The other is in…..wait for it… Juneau, Alaska! I suppose those of you who know me, probably are not at all surprised that I might move from Florida to Alaska. I’ve done weirder things. I have to admit, I’m privately routing for Alaska. What an adventure! And I think the short and demonic would love it. I realize there would be a major adjustment period and what have you. I realize that it’s Alaska. I realize you can’t even drive into Juneau. I realize it snows over 100 inches per year. And…I still want to go. The company sounds pretty awesome. Employee-centric and concerned. Good benefits, seems like good people. And….may I just say this again. It’s in ALASKA!!! We’ll be finding out soon. He has a meeting with the local guys tomorrow afternoon, and a phone call with the branch director tomorrow evening. Wish us luck!!

The blog is fixed! Now, while I might think this cause for a national holiday, I realize it’s impact upon others might be slightly less significant. The most amazing part of this entire “broken, more broken, upgrade and it’s still broken, ahhhh to hell with it for a few months” process is that I fixed it entirely by myself. Usually when things become this complicated I shove it onto M’s plate. Not this time. And the fix was really ridiculously simplistic. Literally a matter of clicking a new link structure choice and reloading my settings. (ugh yes…this took me months to figure out…scary I know) But, I found it myself, didn’t freeze up in the face of tech jargon overload, and I now have a fully functional blog again! Happy dancing ensues.

This turns out to be a fortuitous fix, as I am renewed in my urge to keep the blog flowing. In a real gift from the Universe kind of moment, I got an out-of-the-blue email from a facebook friend that found the blog, read it, and holy of holies – was positively affected by the reading. Wow…just wow. It was for that very reason I started doing this. The idea that there might be other people out there, trying to find their way to their own writing space. That maybe seeing someone else sharing the difficulties and the good stuff, would help them feel…not quite so alone.

I get caught up in thinking nothing I have to say here could possibly unique or brilliant enough to make a difference to anyone. I flog myself in the name of personal humility. Who am I? Why on earth would anyone care that this damned book is taking more than four years to crank out a rough draft, and my children are increasingly deserving of the title demonic horde? That’s not where the good stuff is at though, folks. The places that touch us are the ones we can feel, the ones we recognize. It’s the shared space. That’s where we can really see ourselves, and each other. And so, I am in turn inspired by a person who, for no reason other than to say thank you, saw me and recognized me. That really couldn’t have happened in a sweeter or more opportune way.

As for book status. I’m about 2/3 of the way through Chapter 23, and am thinking it will end up being 26 as opposed to 25 in total. Nearly there! So close I can taste it really. The last chapters are fully flushed, outlined and its really just a matter of getting the climactic moments on paper. Then it’s the first round of edits before sending it to my volunteer readers. On so many levels it feels surreal to type these words. To acknowledge anywhere but inside my own skull that I’m this close. But there it is.

On a closing note, all archive links and the comments currently work. Have a field day folks!

Well…I got Wordpress updated. And promptly broke my whole site. Heh. I’m a technical genius I tell you. With much handholding by M and more hair pulling by myself, we finally got the thing up and running again. Only to find that comments STILL can’t be posted. I tried new themes. Nada. So M has promises to look into it further and fix it.

We cleared out the storage unit today. 50 pound boxes of books…frankly…suck to tote. It was funny to see that I still possibly own more books than everything else put together. Though the family room looks like a surrealist landscape from Moving-ville, it’s done and no more two hundred a month. Yay us!

Next up  – trying to manifest the funds to not only move once the school year is done, but to take a trip to Scotland for our 16th anniversary. Shooting for the moon? Totally! If you’re going to go…go big. Right? And honestly, if we don’t go now, it could be a few years before we get a shot at it again. Think good thoughts!

Apparently the site is broken. Matt just let me know that he got an error message when he tried to comment. I’ll work on getting that fixed tonight. I realize the masses are clamoring – oh I can’t even type that.

I must admit that I pondered – just for a moment – leaving it that way. Slamming Matt with impunity…comments…slamming Matt…comments. Alas, comments won out.

So M had the brilliant idea to take the short and demonic horde to a new beach this morning. We had a great time collecting shells, they paddled, got minorly fried, explored and generally ran themselves ragged. They were all zonked in the car on the way home, and I was nearly gleeful thinking “Yippee!!! I can accomplish something this afternoon/evening!” Ummmm, think again me.

M, The oldest and I are all beat. Dragging around, watching football, basically being lazy schlubs. All my bold plans of productivity having fallen far, far by the wayside. And the two shortest demonic beings are racing about wreaking general havoc and creating mayhem with joyous abandon. It was a sobering moment to realize wow, the day at the beach even sapped the nearly 12 year old. Yet it seems to have plugged the 6 and 3 year olds into some kind of hyper-sonic energy socket. We  – are – so – screwed. Heh.

Oh wait.

I’m hearing the dulcet tones of the Black Eyed Peas. “Boom Boom Pow” drifting up the stairs and the oldest announcing she “needs to do a cartwheel”. Well. Guess it’s just me and the old man that are…old.

Wow, who knew a month and a half could go that fast. Between the back-to-school drama and just life, 6 weeks sure did speed by. Not that I think there are a multitude of people out there wondering “Hey! Why hasnt that Elizabeth chick updated her blog?”, but a gal can imagine at least one person fretting cant she? So for that one fretter – Im here and 18 is in sight! Not just in sight, but riiiiiight there. And The outline for the last five chapters is being re-done. Which gave me a massive moment of OMG!!! I am close enough to the end, that I actually  need to be planning for it. Who knew?? Four and some odd years later, folks. And yes…I am finally arriving at the end of the first draft.

I have to stiffen my spine when I utter that amount of time. Surely Ullyses didnt take this damned long to rough out…right? What on earth am I creating here, not some magnum opus of Urban Fantasy…just what I hope is a good, solid story. Hopefully one that will entice a reader enough to follow Sarah on to Book 2. Judgement…I know. Judgement. Let it go, me.

Ok, time to go slay the end of 17.