Encourage as much change as possible in your environment.
Frank Gelett Burgess
At the kitchen table with my fingers on the keyboard and some crazy story lines racing through my head, I stare out the window. Something tells me, that with all those thoughts racing through my head, and colliding with my doubts about the colour of the room I have just finished painting, I will have to dig deep for a blog post. There seems to be no story here, or is there? That freshly, painted room will be known as the museum. It does sound like there may be a story there, but not for today.
The last couple of weeks I have been working on a story to enter a short story contest. This is something I have always thought of doing, but have never had the confidence to try. I do have that story completed, but questions run through my mind. Is it a good story? Could it just be more rambling from a blogger, who is actually too busy trying to live her “normal” everyday life and dealing with all the complications to know what “good story” means?
Oh yes, I do have stories, that is for sure, but they are my blog stories. Shorter stories that honestly have little plot, sometimes no ending and honestly come easy for me, while writing about what I know and love. I have realized that short stories with a high word count require a lot more critical thinking and plotting. Blogging about one’s life is easier because I am living it, and not to forget, what's at stake, as far as a competition goes. I had this urge to shake up my way of thinking, and to step out of the box, or my comfort zone, if you will. I am writing a piece of fiction, a mystery.
The short story that I am hopefully finished (I have said that three times), appears to have consumed my life, according to some unnamed sources. It has also changed my way of thinking. My house has taken a back seat, as far as getting “normal” things done like the vacuuming, cooking, and cleaning. I am pretty sure you know the ones, those everyday chores that we all continue to do, to keep order in our homes. This does not even count those necessary outside chores, and visiting my Mom, which I will continue to do, no matter what. Honestly something had to slide, housework it is.
Now that I think of it; why do the jobs you have always done, have to be the “normal”? When do you get to branch out to find your own new “normal”? Should that answer be never? I think not. I am branching out of this self-imposed “normal” trying to prove something to myself. Trying to prove that I can be my own “normal” not the “normal” that I have always believed was written in stone.
Now that I have this written down, I guess it is going to be my blog post for today. With it’s no ending, no plot and frankly no pressure. I do hope you can at the very least enjoy the photos that I have included. There are probably a couple good stories in the bunch. Imagination is a wonderful thing, and I know you all have one.
Just a foot note, before I leave; My Hero is supporting me every step of the way with this new “normal” of mine. He seems to be getting used to the dust, the sink full of dishes, and the canned soup. I do believe, the day that I actually mail off this short story, will be the day things will return to some kind of “normal” be that old or new. No pressure though.