I Love Writing…

…I really do. Writing is one of my favorite things to do. I enjoy creating stories, characters, and worlds. It’s incredibly fun for me.

There is one thing about the writing process that I don’t like, however… editing. I hate editing. I know it’s necessary. I know it has to be done. I just hate doing it.

Some of it is that I don’t like finding mistakes. Obviously, I make mistakes. I know that. But finding mistakes that I’ve made can sometimes be frustrating. Especially if it’s something obvious, something that shouldn’t have been missed as I was writing it.

Another thing I don’t like about editing is that I’m not the best at it. While I consider myself above average, grammatically speaking, I’m not an expert. I don’t know all the rules about sentence or paragraph structure. Hell, most of what I know about writing is stuff that I’ve carried with me since elementary school and I’ve been told that even some of that is wrong.

I wish I had the money to be able to pay someone to do it all for me. Of course, if I could find an awesome person who enjoys editing and wanted to do it for free, that would be even better. I know I’m never going to get them perfect, but that’s never my goal. Attaining perfection is impossible. All I can do is go over the things I write and make them as good as I can. That way, good or bad, everything I write is me.

And Then It Was Gone…

I was at the grocery store earlier getting stuff for dinner tonight. While I was walking around shopping, I saw something. What did I see? That’s the thing. I don’t remember. Whatever it was, it’s gone now.

I do remember that, at some point, I saw something that made me think, “I should make that into a blog post.” That’s when life happened. I had to put the groceries away. I had to go pick up Baby J from soccer conditioning. I showed Baby E what she needed to do when she moved clothes from the washer to the dryer. Then I decided to sit down and write that post I was thinking about at the grocery store.

But I couldn’t… The idea has fled into the dark recesses of my mind, probably never to be seen again.

I thought about it for a few minutes. It still didn’t come to me. This has happened to me so many times since I started this blogging thing. If I actually wrote every post I ever thought about writing, I bet I’d double the number of posts I have on here. Or, close to it.

Oh well. It sucks, but there’s nothing I can really do about it except tell myself that if the idea was that good in the first place, it’ll come back to me eventually.

Happy Birthday!!

I just wanted to take this opportunity to wish my older brother, Twindaddy, a happy birthday. We’ve had our differences over the years (although those were almost all when we were growing up), but I couldn’t ask for a better brother. He’s been there for me whenever I’ve needed him and I know he always will be.

Happy birthday, Twindaddy. I hope you have a relaxing, joyous day.

No Longer Home – Part 2

His mind was racing. There was an animal in front of him that was talking. Not just talking, but threatening to kill him. What was he supposed to do here? John had spent no time outdoors, so any interaction with a wild animal was new. Add in the fact that the animal was impossibly speaking, and it was too far outside his comfort zone for him to have any idea what to do in this situation.

With a growl, the wolf charged. John backed away until he ran into a tree. His eyes darted back and forth in hopes of spotting something he could use as a weapon. Unless a leaf hurt it, though, there was nothing around. He saw the wolf jump his way and an immediate wave of dizziness hit him. The world turned black and John felt himself falling.

The next thing he knew, a weight hit his chest and bounced off. It was a struggle to open his eyes, but he did it. John was on the ground. The weight that hit him was that of the wolf. As best as he could figure, he’d fainted and the wolf missed him as he fell, running into the tree instead. Still groggy, he moved away from the animal as quickly as he could.

It didn’t move to follow him. Once his head stopped spinning, he took a closer look. John was no veterinarian, but even he could see that the wolf’s neck was broken. There was no way it could be alive with the awkward angle the animal’s head was laying.

“Blacktail!” John froze. Where did that voice come from? “Did you find the human yet?”

He took a quick look at the wolf’s backside and saw that there were enough dark hairs for the dead animal to be named “Blacktail”. John almost sighed in frustration, but caught himself. Any sound might give away his position and he certainly didn’t want to do that. He cursed his luck that there were others around. It never entered his mind that his attacker might have friends out here. Then again, his mind hadn’t been working correctly ever since he first heard an animal speak.

It was imperative that he get as far away from Blacktail’s friends as quickly as he could. The only problem was that there were so many leaves on the ground that moving quietly would be impossible. If he moved, they’d hear him. If he didn’t move, they’d find him eventually. Either way, he was in trouble. At least if he moved, he’d have a chance to get away from them. So, that’s what he would do.

He slowly got to his feet. His movements didn’t sound very loud to him, but he wasn’t a wolf. If wolves could hear as good as some dogs did, they still might have heard him. One foot raised up and took a tentative step forward. A small crunch sounded, but to John it was as loud as a gunshot. Frightened, he threw caution to the wind and broke into a sprint. Weaving his way in between trees, he moved as fast as his legs would take him. He didn’t know how far he’d gotten when his right foot bounced off something mid-stride and threw him off balance. Looking back, a large tree root stuck out of the ground.

John turned back around and found himself face-to-face with another wolf. Every brain cell in his head told him to get up and run, but he was frozen with fear. Suddenly, the wolf turned away from him. A moment later, a question came from the area the wolf was now looking at.

“Sharptooth, do you see it?”

The wolf looked back at him for a second before turned back to the source of the question. “It’s heading towards the river,” the wolf yelled back, leaving John staring at the animal in confusion.

Another Anniversary

When I opened my WordPress app yesterday, I was greeted with this notification:

It’s hard to believe that I’ve been doing this blog for that long. It certainly doesn’t feel like 12 years. Although, going back and reading some of those early posts, I can see that my writing style has changed a bit since I started. In fact, some of those early posts are hard for me to read because they’re so bad. I even went back and deleted a few of them. I may delete a few more if I get the urge to go through them.