Sunday, February 27, 2011
You know the YouTube Katniss, right? She's awesome--and totally made me cry. Plus, there's a new one with her and Peeta (oh, how I do love a British accent on Peeta, even if he isn't supposed to be British. Makes him seem even more adorable and vulnerable.).
Here's the one that made me cry (it gives away a huge scene between Katniss and Rue so, if you haven't read it yet (um, what's wrong with you?!? kidding.), you may not want to watch it):
And here's the Katniss and Peeta scene:
LOVE! Thank you, MAINSTAY PRODUCTIONS for putting these together! (Ooh, those Mainstay boys are adorable and oh-so-very talented.) More, please?
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Once all the presents were unwrapped, the dogs bounced from toy to toy, picking up one and giving it a toss or a squeak before moving on to the next one. Finally, with toys strewn around the living room and rawhide treats buried in couch cushions, the dogs collapsed into exhausted heaps in the middle of the floor.
Too much. Too many choices. Too much awesomeness.
It's the same thing with ideas. You'd think that having great ideas for amazing (well, in my mind, anyway) plots would be a good thing. But what happens when you're swamped with them? One right after another, before you even have time to catch your breath? Or write the first story? Yeah, it's not great.
I promise, I'm not complaining about having ideas--far from it. I love those shiny new ideas that come to you in a weird flash of inspiration when you least expect it. They're gifts from the universe. But they can be entirely too distracting when they come in multiples. And, unfortunately, I'm easily distracted lately.
So, how to focus? First, pick ONE of those lovely, shiny ideas. It's hard. They're all so pretty. They all have the potential to be awesome (hopefully). But the concentration (my focus) has to be on one, at least for a first draft.
Second, well, there is no second. That's it. Make a choice. Stick with it, not allowing yourself to be completely distracted by those shiny ideas (I've started a new writing journal to jot down, you know, stuff. So I won't be distracted. It doesn't always work but it helps quite a bit.). Write it. Move on to the next one.
As you can see, I'm not one who's currently able to successfully juggle projects. Maybe that will change, as I write more. Probably not. But it's all good, just as long as I keep writing.
What about you all: How do you focus? Can you focus on multiple projects?
Saturday, February 12, 2011
But yesterday, I was thrown out of my comfort zone onto the hard, wooden floor of the basketball court.
Let me back up just a tad. Every year about this time, both teachers and students go a little nutso. We get on each others' nerves. There are more fights between the kids. Teachers snap and gripe a bit more. So, in an effort to blow off some steam, we have a little competition. Staff against the student basketball team. In a game of basketball. With the whole school looking on.
Yeah. I don't play basketball. I'm much more of a running-yoga-beach-volleyball-for-fun kind of girl. Not competitive sports. But I was recruited because I'm, well, tall. Yep--those exact words were fed to me when I protested, saying I don't know how to play. Not at all. Never played, except in middle school when forced to for a grade.
I have to admit, I was a bit nervous. Crowds are not my thing, especially when I know I will make a fool of myself in front of them. But, once I got into the spirit of the thing, it was fun. I played like crap--all over the court, like a spider monkey (my brother's laughing suggestion when I whined on Facebook). And those girls played hard! However, in the end, triumph was ours--staff WON! Woot, baybee, woot!
I did enjoy myself. Not that I'm going to run out and join a league but it was interesting nonetheless. Plus, it got me out of my comfort zone, which is always good. There's nothing like new experiences, especially those that push you places you might not go on your own.
So, what about you? Been out of your comfort zone lately?
Friday, February 4, 2011
Scotty and his friends Pete and Jason are among the last seven kids at their high school waiting to get picked up that day, and they soon realize that no one is coming for them. Still, it doesn't seem so bad to spend the night at school, especially when distractingly hot Krista and Julie are sleeping just down the hall. But then the power goes out, then the heat. The pipes freeze, and the roof shudders. As the days add up, the snow piles higher, and the empty halls grow colder and darker, the mounting pressure forces a devastating decision....
When I first picked this book up, I thought it looked good but what I didn't know was that I'd read it right before a big ole snowstorm. Granted, we don't EVER get enough snow in South Carolina to completely trap me in a building so that if I went outside I'd freeze to death but still. Oh, and then the crazy-ass snow storm tore across the entire country and, suddenly it didn't seem so implausible.
Then I read this:
CRYER'S CROSS by Lisa McMann