Two days Running

Fancy that? Well, one day I'll actually sit down and fiddle around with this blog thing and set it up properly. Day 2 of sweating with sven count was 1125. I haven't started day three yet. I've been too busy running around trying to get my house tidy for a party this evening. I'm hoping to have a successful turn out.

Currently I've got about another half an hour of tidying to do and then that's it until the last few minutes before everyone arrives. Once I get the bulk of it done I will once again sit down with my manuscript, apply hands to keyboard and get in my daily 750 word minimum. No telling what today's count will be. I still have to get back to the hard and fast order of revising That Manuscript Which Title Has No Ending. It's gone month end. Period. If I have the full revised, the full's gone, if not, the partial will be in the mail with God's speed. Then it's back to focusing on Dreams fully and perhaps plotting out some more of Shifted. Something tells me that's going to be a fun one to write.

Until tomorrow, or tomorrow's tomorrow,
Jordanne

A New Day

Arguably every day is a new day. However, not every day does one embark on a soul searching, kick yourself in the butt journey. See kids always have someone harping on them to get things done. Even employees have a manager or fellow employees hanging over them to ensure they get their tasks done. Unpublished authors rising out of a slump have no one, save for perhaps if they're lucky a handful of friends to verbally give them a kick in the pants. Granted, often times those same friends are sharing passage on the same boat.

So, thanks to my wonderful friend Lorie Hartt who introduced me to the whole 70 days of Sweating with Sven (and from the looks of it, he'd be quite fun to sweat with) I embarked on a new course for my writing. I've been dithering away at nothing, under the guise of revising the same manuscript for far too long now. (Just ask Lorie, she'll tell you) The whole concept of 70 days is a great one. You have from October 15 to January 15 to complete a 60-100k manuscript, or string together a couple of novellas, whatever. You have 23 'free' days, weekends, religious holidays, that sort of thing. I don't know if there's any hard and fast rule that says you have to take those days off, but I suspect if you want to write on your 'free' days, well then you go right ahead and type your wee little digits off.

This couldn't have come at a better time. A couple of days ago I was organizing my office (yet another thinly veiled disguise of the nasty procrastination virus-granted, it was needed desperately) and found a long lost notebook filled with story ideas. I knew it was around, just wasn't sure where.
My foot's been firmly in the stirrup for a while now, but I've been hopping around trying like a rabid flea to get the 'umph' up to lift myself into the saddle (Not unlike when I really do try to mount my horse, but that's another story) 70 Days of Sweating with Sven will be the leg up I need to breathe life into those ideas.

So, I've set my mark for 750 words per day. Yesterday I wrote 910 in less than two hours. Yay me. Today I'm setting my agenda. At 9am, much to the delight of my dogs, I'm going to take them to the park for a run, where I will give considerable thought to where exactly I'm going to go with the scene I left off in. At 10ish I'll return, hopefully with some concrete idea of where and what to write next. 11:00am I'll get ready to head to work. 12:30 I'll come home and carry on writing, then once I hit my daily goal, I'll go ride Lee. Come home, get supper started and carry on with revisions. That endless manuscript still has to be out by month end. And then there's the simple matter of critiquing for a chapter member that I have to finish. All that sprinkled with bottle feeding two kittens. Oh and trying to get a date planned for a dinner for a group of people who all have varied and hectic schedules. My work is definitely cut out for me today. But that's good, b/c I have a trail set out.

Until tomorrow, or tomorrow's tomorrow, Jordanne

Whoa! Is that really me?

Okay, so, guess who was muddling about with her blog? Yep, that's right. Me. And there I am, big as life and twice the size, lol. Stay tuned, future muddling might end up with me figuring out how the heck to get my picture down to a 'normal' size. Although, truth be told, I fear I might have to resort to calling in 'those who know more than I'.

Ever notice just when you think you've got it all together, something happens to stir things up in a unexpected way?

K, so this is me. Wonders will never cease but I finally got a picture that's not bad. Problem is I'm at the taking end of most pictures. There's a bazillion of the four legged beasties.

I'll be back with an update shortly. Too much excitement in cyber land makes one tired.

Stay cool and stay strong.

J

All good intentions

sometimes end up going to hell in a handbasket. Yes, I firmly believe that one should mix metaphors whenever possible.

Since last I blogged, I've returned to Weight Watchers, am giving serious consideration to cutting all meat but fish from my diet, and created an 'office space' at home. Although, oddly enough, I have yet to sit down to the serious work of writing in it. This too shall change. I think I am finally on to getting things for my first ms figured out, so I'm excited about that. I mean, really excited about it in a way that I've not been for a while. Yes I should be working on my wip, however, I'm planning on flogging Limitless in some upcoming contests, so I'll get that straight and go from there.

On the spiritual front, I continue to grow and evolve as a spiritual being and am becoming happy with who I am discovering within myself. And this is a good thing.

More blogging soon, I promise.
Blessings, J

Do not Adjust your set!

Stay tuned! Management (that would be me) is back at the table (that would be the keyboard) and currently (that would be sometime in the next few days) seeking inspiration (that would be a kick in the butt) to make a concentrated effort to not only post a blog with more regularity than a proctologists convention, but to also get down and serious in the business of writing! I accomplished more yesterday than I did all last week, so that's a double thumbs up for me!

I'm keeping my goals per week list up, posted where I can see it, cuz, well it seems like good goals to have. And attainable.

Ride my mare once outside of our regular lessons, work out 4 days per week, two cardio, two cardio/weights, meditate, write 15-20+ pages per week. Totally attainable and not overwhelming.

Til we meet again! Go in peace and may the gods bless you and keep you safe.
J

Resolution time.

Another rainy, icky day in Southern Ontario. K, Mother Nature, it's January. I know that some people are totally thrilled with the fact that they can still get out and shoot their little balls around, but I'm sorta tired of mud. My horse's legs are caked in it, the dogs bring it in whenver they go outside. And, well, it's WINTER! It rather scares me to realize just how radically things have changed in the past few years. Even though I should be grateful for the savings to my hydro bill, I can't help but think that we'll pay a much higher price in the end.

Okay, onto a more cheery topic.

Resolutions. My number one resolution this year is to be happy. And to assist those around me to be happy. Because I think that if we're happy, all those other things like losing weight, working out, saving money will all fall into place naturally. I certainly do have some writing goals that I will accomplish.

1. Enter a contest a month.
2. Learn my craft.
3. Finish the d@mn books I've started. Or at least get back to them before December 31, 2007
4. Flog Limitless. I am going to get this sucker out there and get it sold to someone, or at the very least exhaust all options. At that point I'm going to save the one final copy and delete every other bloody file I have on this manuscript in all its incarnations. I'll free up so much space on my computer. LOL

And finally, I'm going to have fun.
I do have some horsey goals too, number one getting my mare bred. I pray she catches. And I pray it doesn't cost me an fortune to do it.

That's about it, but number one is being happy.

Another day, another goal

While I haven't offically set out a list of resolutions for the coming year, I do have several swirling around in the ole gray matter. Getting into a regular writing regiment is right up there with eating better, loosing weight and exercising. Then there's housework. Oh, and money. All of which need to be addressed. And oddly, all of which are linked, at least psychologically, to one another, at least in my world. My mood and state of mind affect whether I decide to clean the bathroom or eat another slice of toast with peanut butter. Or have several.

Control is also a very big issue for me. Lately, after emmerging from that lovely dark, dreery funk of depression, which is the only thing I can attribute my mental, emotional and spiritual absense to, I've discovered that while I was away (mentally, emotionally and spiritually) I relinquist control to my dear mother. Either that, or she saw I wasn't 'here' and picked up the reins and took over. Good thing she did. However, I'm back now, and have been for some time. I want my control back. And it's not been an easy thing to take back, although, I do suspect she's more than ready to hand over the reins again, at least in some respects.

This is the second time in this incarnation that I've experienced depression. The first time was brief and purely environmental. I was in a relationship that wasn't 'right' for me, nothing horribly wrong with it, but I was depressed. The relationship dissolved, albeit not the way I had imagined, and the veil was lifted. This time, it lasted a lot longer and I'm not quite sure what happened. I do know I entered into an Anne and came out a Jordanne. And this year I think it's time to make that official. The only thing I hope for, and I'd be kidding myself if I didn't think I could escape that black cloud again, is that I have enough presence of mind to get some drugs next time! Everyone seems to be on something and I almost feel like I'm missing out on something! LOL Just kidding. Kinda

Blessed be,
Jordanne

Another Shift in the Universe

I had an Epipphany...
And no, it didn't hurt. While reading another blog, the content of which was revolving around resolutions and the like, I was reading about yet another person who felt challenged with regard to feelings of 'self-worth'. It utterly amazes me the number of people that have in the past or currently do have genuine issues with feeling worthy.

And then a thought began to sprout and take root. What if, we as spiritual beings having a human experience, somewhere, deep down in our subconscious are aware of the higher 'evolution' for a lack of better terms, of our spiritual soul, and we know on a subconscious or visceral level, that in this incarnation as humans we are, for the most part, perhaps not less than, but considerably different than ourselves as ethereal and spiritual beings and therefore we strive to compete with that instead of just being who we are and learning what we set out to learn?

It was just a thought. And perhaps not even a tangible one. Or maybe that's just the human in me being self-conscious again. Who knows?

What I do know is that this year, 2007, is going to be a changing year. I'm going to grow, in all areas other than my waist band. There are friends I've lost touch with, people whom I have yet to meet, things I have yet to discover, places I've yet to experience and knowledge I have yet to learn. And perhaps the biggest of this, becoming the person I've yet to be. Not to mention chocolate I've yet to eat. Which of course, is a direct contradition with the waistband thing, so I guess it's time to strap on the athletic shoes and get a wiggle on to counteract the effects of chocolate ingestion.

So, in keeping with an old expression, (no not, 'gentlemen start your engines'), I was thinking more along the lines of 'let the games begin!'