Thought-filled Thursday

"They will perish, but You will endure;Yes, they will all grow old like a garment; Like a cloak, you will change them, And they will be changed."
Psalm 102:26 (NKJV)
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Is there any other Thursday? ha ha

Thoughts are running around in my head like a carousel. Up and down, up and down, round and round they go. Does anyone give a hoot? Maybe a select few care but have no idea how to get me out of this slump.

I’m thinking about my writing and just where I’m going with this ‘career’. So many times I want to throw in the towel, other times I want to move full steam ahead, times where I want to give and times where I want to take. It’s just life I guess.

I was thrown into thoughts this week with losing it all, my writing that is. When the thought of the computer crashing surfaced, I panicked. “Save my writing, Save my writing!” Instead of waiting patiently for someone else to save my writing, I immediately kicked myself in the butt and started emailing my writing files to myself. I figure, if it is in my mail, the computer crashes, it is protected no matter where I am in life. As long as google and yahoo stay in business, my writing is in a safe place. (Back up! Back up! Back up!)

Then I learned of free space on the net, like dropbox. com. A free way to save your work online. I have the patience of a clam. Do I have time to wait for my work to be put in there? Well, I don’t know. Do any of us know how much time we have for anything?

Now you might say, “Put it on a disk.” Well I think it IS on a disk. Think being the operative word. Where is the said disk? Do I have it in a safe place? It must be, because it’s playing hide and seek just like the grip pliers that I can’t seem to find. A disk can be broken, emails can’t be shattered with all your hard work.

I have my son sending himself emails too. He has written stories and I just don’t want it to go to cyber heaven when there might be a chance that what he wrote is awesome! I don’t want him to lose all his hard work, and yes, he works hard on those stories.

Now I need to get all my new pics in there too. I don’t want to lose them either, especially the new ones here that we’ve taken of the farm.

I fit in this picture somewhere. Not quite sure why it is so blurry and not zoomed in, giving me a clear picture of what all this means. Is my life, like the computer, about to crash? Can I nestle it safely somewhere in my heart and save it all? Will I be victorious, or a victim of circumstance?

Writing and life are a lot alike sometimes, we just never know how much time we have for anything.

Thoughtful Thursday...

The most potent muse of all is our own inner child.
~Stephen Nachmanovitch
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I was thinking, Thursday should be a day of thoughtfulness.

Did you read yesterday’s blog? And I bet you got out of the house and did something with your day besides just sit here in front of your screen typing. I sure hope you did get out, because when you get out and move around this is where story ideas come into your thoughts.

I had a real nice long walk down this road out here. I think it goes a half mile to the back of the farm and boy do story ideas pop into my head. Isn’t it funny how we can look at an abandoned old barn, and a story idea pop into your head? Usually I come up with a scary story, I don’t know why, but a creepy farm with stalks of dried up corn reaching out to grab you, and squeaky metal doors clanging off in the distance, leaves and dry brush crunching underfoot. Geez, give me a dark night and a full moon and I’ve got a story!

Then as I watch my dog as she prances miles ahead of us, okay not miles but yards ahead and I think of the crazy thoughts that must be running through her mind and how she is loving the freedom that she has been given out here in Farm Town. Puppy story there, especially as she jumps on the crickets, prowls for animals, stalks the birds in the bushes only to pounce and scare them out of their trees and the squirrels, don’t even get me started on my crazy dog and the squirrels.

Although my son has a tendency to talk the entire time we walk, really I zone out and conjure story ideas in my head. Although, since exploring and a mile walk is part of his physical education, I take this time to just drink in all of the beauty that the good Lord has blessed me with.

Sure there are many pots on the stove and lots of things to think about, stressful things, but I’d much rather delve into the mystery of a story to be told. Thoughts are our best story ideas. They are harmless, most of the time, and they can lead to in-depth characters being born along the way.

Now keep your thoughts pure and you’ll have an inspirational tale to tell. I love a true life testament of faith story, know of any? *wink* Shameless plug here --> (The Drums in the Deep)

Okay now...have a thought-filled Thursday and may it lead you to the nail-biting, teeth-gritting good story that you’ve just been dying to tell! So why are you still here? Get typing!!!

HAPPY WRITING!