Humor Me, Please

             

I was all excited when I saw this photo I took today:

Hey, I said to Zebu, it's Three Turtle Doves.
To which he replied, "I think the song goes 'Three French Hens, Two Turtle Doves.'"

So I looked up The Twelve Days of Christmas and, sure enough, it's Two Turtle Doves.

Well.

I'd rather not break up the trio so if you'd be so kind, either squint your eyes
and pretend these are Three French Hens OR miscount the birds
and end up with only Two Mourning Turtle Doves.

Thank you.

             

Listen Up, Writers: Take a Walk!

      

Cross-posted from FROM THE MIXED-UP FILES…OF MIDDLE-GRADE AUTHORS 

I am a writer and an athlete. I’m also prone to bouts of seasonal affective disorder(SAD) that crush my motivation to write or exercise.  And as those who suffer SAD or depression will tell you, the longer you go without doing something, the harder it is to get started again.

I’d heard about treadmill desks from Mixed-Up Files alum Hélène Boudreau and had it in my head the desk had to be attached to the treadmill. But I didn’t want an attached desk because I use my treadmill to run, and so never pursued the idea.  Flash forward to the end of October when I was curled up on the couch, berating myself for being a non-writing, gelatinous waste of humanity. The thought of the long, dark months ahead had me in tears.

I needed to do something.

I remembered the walking/writing idea and did a little research. Guess what? Treadmill desks do not have to be attached! Treadmill desks can be free-standing shelving!

I went to a restaurant supply store and bought two 14” x 48” shelves and four poles for about $60. I thought I wanted shelves that were only as wide as the treadmill but am glad I was forced to get the 48” size because it turned out that extra room is great for my water bottle, dictionary, notebook, etc. I recommend getting two shelves so you have extra space but also because the second shelf makes the “desk” more stable.  This type of shelving is fully adjustable so you can tweak the height until it feels comfortable.  (We had an extra ping-pong table net and I attached that to the poles to create a backstop so I don’t have to worry about knocking my laptop onto the treadmill).

So far I’ve walked 47 miles and logged over 2,600 minutes of walking and writing time. I use a spreadsheet to keep track of my sessions, including calories burned (7,050!)  In addition to  those stats, here’s what I’ve learned:

  • It’s important to take frequent eye breaks. Every ten minutes or so I look up and out my window where I’m fortunate enough to see things like this: 

  • Because I’m a runner and geared for “faster/farther,” I initially also had that attitude for walking and writing. Wrong!  I learned the hard way it’s best if I work in 60 minute sessions at the slowest speed: 1.0.  This means I walk exactly one mile in one hour, but it also means I don’t suffer eye strain and upset stomach. I do, however, set my incline at 3.5 because that’s most comfortable for me. (Note: my heightened vision sensitivity may be due to the progressive lenses I wear and you may find you don’t have any problem walking faster and/or longer.  The key is building slowly.)
  • It’s helpful to increase the screen magnification.
  • There are days the treadmill seems extra creaky and loud, so I keep earplugs handy.
  • When I’ve reached my walking/writing quota I stand on the unmoving treadmill to continue working because while walking beats standing, standing beats sitting.

Verdict? My mental, emotional, and physical health improved via the treadmill desk. You know what else happened? (Beside gaining a new-found evangelism for treadmill desks? Ahem.) My writing life has improved. I’m writing more consistently and the writing feels stronger. My current work-in-progress is more cohesive than the second drafts of other manuscripts I wrote while sitting down.  Granted, much of that is due to writing from an outline for the first time, (HA!) but I also believe my brain is working in different ways.  Now when I’m stuck, I walk slowly and gaze at the finches and clouds as I work out the solution. I don’t quit and go visit the refrigerator. I don’t quit and check my email.

I don’t quit.

(Speaking of email, when I first mentioned having a treadmill desk my spouse wondered if I’d want internet connection in our basement and I said, “Absolutely not!”)

The walking/writing has also reignited my exercise routine. I’m back to daily yoga and runs, and even hooped outside one warm afternoon. I’m no longer the weepy woman on the couch. I realize converts can be an annoying species, but hope you’ll look beyond my zealotry and consider incorporating a treadmill desk in your life.

Remember: when you walk and write, you’re always moving forward.

              

Wordless Wednesday: The Pogo Edition

           

(Okay, a few words: Churchy and Albert are characters from the Pogo comic strip  
and they're what my brother and I played with way back when. These and other characters
came in boxes of Biz Laundry Detergent but we no longer have the originals so I bought
these guys on ebay and made them little vests just like the old days.)

               

Everybody Dance Now

            

Yesterday I printed out the first eleven chapters (about 80 pages)
from the second draft of my middle-grade,
and am quite pleased with how it's coming together.

It's the first book I've written from an outline
and I must say it's a more civilized approach to writing a novel.
Ahem.

Anyway, because this sense of well-being will certainly fade
in the not-so-distant future, I'm documenting my current emotional state.

Please join Batman and me as we do the
Check-Me-Out-I'm-Feeling-Pretty-Damned-Good-Dance!

(And yes, that is red lace. Thanks for noticing.)

              

Parenting

               

It starts out like this:

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And somewhere along the way, turns into this:

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We just survived an incredibly difficult weekend
and are all more tired than usual but (mostly) intact.
Here's to a new week and a fresh start.
I'm trying to keep this in mind:

Children begin by loving their parents;
as they grow older they judge them;
sometimes they forgive them. 

               ~Oscar Wilde

               

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

        

The thermometer reads 8 degrees
and I'm so very grateful for my warm home.

I filled the feeder this morning after shoveling
(a profanity-filled exercise due to steamed-over-eyeglass-induced blindness)
and am enjoying the flurry of activity out there.

The House Finches and Mourning Doves coexist peacefully
but there are some birds who never seem to fit in the the crowd.

Juncos are often chased from the feeder
but today's odd-bird-out is this Spotted Towhee.


                                                                                          © Tracy Abell 2011

Is it just me or does it look as if he's wearing an executioner's mask?
Dude, there might be a lesson there.

                  

Hooping it Up

               

I just came in from hooping on my patio.
It was warm and sunny, and I dressed accordingly.

No, not like this:

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However, I did enjoy myself greatly.

In a few hours, the temperature will drop about 40 degrees and
the snow will begin to fall on this part of Colorado.

Maybe I'll wear a pink wig and striped socks when I'm out shoveling.

                    

The Holiday Gut

     

As a result of the increased caloric intake due to Thanksgiving and my birthday,
I've felt a bit like this:


                                                                                          © Tracy Abell 2008

No, I haven't turned green and bulgy-eyed.
I'm referring to the sensation of a bloated belly dragging on the ground.

Time to get those stick-legs moving!

                

Chain of Fools

             

This was me in February 2009 as I embarked on Flexibility Quest:

This was me in January 2010 eleven months into Flexibility Quest:

This is me after neglecting regular yoga practice for the past eight months or so: 

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Don't be a fool:
If you're doing something that makes you feel good 
and is good for you, keep it up.
I'm here to tell you that rusty joints ain't no fun.

                

I Can’t Let This Manuscript Die!

        
This second draft is giving me fits 
and I'm suddenly the Queen of Procrastination
as I look for something, anything to do besides revise.

But my project is like this shark:
if I don't keep moving foward
there is a good chance the book will die.


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Must. Give. It. Oxygen.

                  

Occupy!

                  

The wealthy and powerful have  laid waste to our environment and economy,
destroying people's lives via high-stakes gambling that carries no risk for the 1%.

So the 99% decide, finally, they've had enough.

How does the 1% respond to the peaceful, patriotic protests calling for social and 
economic justice?

With militarized police forces wielding guns and nightsticks.

While Wall Street criminals are free to continue their pillaging,
the police are removing citizens from streets and parks in cities across the country.

Welcome to the United States of America in 2011.


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I am the 99%.
I stand with #OccupyWallStreet and every other occupation around the world.

                    

Friday Five: The Determination Edition

1) I am ever so slowly making my way through the second draft of my middle-grade,

2) revising, rewording, reshaping, and re-visioning the story

3) that seemed so straight forward when it whispered in my ear, begging for attention,

4) but for some reason is now taunting me and laughing at my attempts to rein it in.

5) But the joke’s on my feisty muse because I WILL COMPLETE THIS SECOND DRAFT!


image from morguefile.com

May all you also prevail in your wrestling matches, literary or otherwise!
Have a grand weekend!

Thankful Thursday: Peanuts

                   


                                                                   © Tracy Abell 2011


                                                               © Tracy Abell 2011


                                                                          © Tracy Abell 2011

                   

Bird on a Wire

             

It's a whole new week filled with possibility.
I've got blue sky and sunshine outside, and a manuscript to revise.
Time to get to it.

How about you?


                                                                                               © Tracy Abell 2009

Wishing everyone a fabulous week!

                

Friday Five: The Comes and Goes Edition

1)  Yesterday as I revised (again) Chapters One and Two it felt like a losing battle to make this book what I hoped it could be, and I experienced despair

2)  but when I read those revisions right before bed, I realized I’d made huge progress and found the tone of the story amidst all that rubble, and I felt rejuvenated.

3)  Yesterday morning Wildebeest was crabby and negative as I drove him to school

4)  but this morning he was laughing and happy with life and the day ahead.

5)  Today I’m grateful for the knowledge that the Good and Not-So-Good come in waves, and that whatever rolls in eventually rolls out only to replaced by something else that just might be Very Good or even Excellent.

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I wish everyone, at minimum, a Very Good weekend!

In Search of the Aha Moment

                   

I'm working with a premise I think is timely and thought-provoking
but cannot seem to wrap my head around the story's tone.

I'm on the second draft and have written and rewritten
the first two chapters a whole bunch of times,
each version feeling incrementally closer to
what the story needs yet not close enough for that Aha moment.

Part of the problem is I'm used to writing funny 
and this premise doesn't easily lend itself to humor
although it could probably be done; I'm just not sure I want that tone.

Another issue is maybe this story would be better told
as a young adult novel rather than middle-grade.

So.
I've already switched from first-person to third
and now I'm thinking maybe go full-blown creepy dystoptian YA
rather than slightly funny middle-grade.

Sigh.
I need to focus, dammit.

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Because I spent MANY hours in pool halls, I'm channeling my inner shark 
in hopes of zeroing in in on what needs to be done.

However, if anyone has sage advice on how to successfully wrangle a story idea,
I'm happy to put down the cue and listen.

                   

Autumnal Glory

               

Two little finches sitting in a tree . . .


                                                                                                             © Tracy Abell 2011

                         

In Solidarity with LGBT Youth

             

There's room for Love in all shapes and sizes.


                                                                                                            image from morguefile.com