There are plots in them there plots
I’ve been sawing a lot of wood this week and still have all my fingers (and one very muscly right arm – just call me Popeye). The only injury I sustained this week was cutting my finger while preparing Beef Stroganoff on Sunday night (it was yummy BTW).
I prepare meals for M-I-L and F-I-L (mother and father-in-law) several nights a week because it worries me that they’re not eating enough and I guess this has triggered the Mother Hen strand of my DNA.
A typical day for me is:
- Get up at 4 am and check out your blog posts, read the paper, answer emails
- Make brekkie and lunch for hubby and boot him out the door
- Clean the house and then start on the latest backbreaking project (this week it’s cutting the tongue and groove timber to line the interior walls of the bedroom)
- Make dinner for M-I-L and F-I-L
- Walk the dogs to the creek
- Fall into a screaming heap in front of the TV and turn on YouTube to see what’s new in the world (there’s a load of weird stuff out there).
Notice something missing?
Um – I need another 6 hours added to my day so I can write.
My latest novel The Devil Seam is due back from the reader this week, so I’ll need to cut something out of my days to do a final edit.
I vote to cut out #3 Clean the house and then start on the latest backbreaking project.
I can see you nodding your head and I’ll take that as an overwhelming YES result to my vote.
Anyhow – enough whinging about my poor time management skills.
I took some pictures during the puppy walk on Monday afternoon and it’s images like this that ignite the firecracker of my imagination.
A farmer was working his plot of land (you can just barely see the tractor in the distance) and I wondered what he was thinking as he drove up and down the field. I know him and there is an amazing story tumbling around in the background of his life. For those who have read Let Sleeping Gods Lie you may have an inkling of what I’m talking about, but it’s too complex (and would take several pages) to explain here.
When I took this picture I thought of his story and added a plot involving my little black Rottweiler, Kitty, (who refused to move out of the way for this picture). She already features in another one of my stories and I’m guessing she must be a muse (of sorts).
I love the sky in this picture. It gives me the impression of a stormy event on the horizon of life. I may be rushed for time during the day, but my imagination is always on the go.
It intrigues me that every plot of land on the earth holds a unique story. Some may be mind-blowing and some may be ordinary – but they are definitely there and ready to be told.
I feel the same way about blog posts. Each is a small plot of virtual land where you can go to read stories about lives and I guess this is why I wake up at 4 am to see what is going on in your world.
Are you intrigued by people’s stories and is that why you read blog posts?
(or am I just a crazy lady)
PS – this is my 150th post! YAY 😀