I am on my backyard deck listening to the sounds of my city. There is the roar of construction by the City and by contractors rebuilding houses to fit multiple units. I think back to my cruise and the peacefulness of nature. It is no wonder that it has been difficult to concentrate with writing. I hear the warning sounds of vehicles moving backwards and nature has been blocked out. I hear no birds. Last night I had the same agent as last year try to come to my backyard but my beautiful friend began barking and off he went. This time he left two cards with the same message. I have important news from him. I sent him an email this morning and spoke of trespassing and unethical behaviour the real estate board may be interested in and he has backed off. It’s unfortunate that at times we have to threaten the law and regulators to keep what used to be a profession honest. I still mourn the loss of my two paintings which disappeared with the staging.
Even though I haven’t done much writing, I renewed my gym registration where I pedal and read at the same time. I debated joining another club to swim, but I don’t want to deal with parking.
I have been doing a lot of thinking about the book I am writing at leisure and all I have to do. You know what? I don’t have to do anything on a schedule. I can think all I want. Since the conference and listening to everyone and attending webinars etc…..I have an image of half man and half computer spitting out volumes of books. There are so many tips on how to write, but I know how to write. I don’t know business except for all the cons out there and there are many. I had one person claiming to be a policeman reach out on facebook saying he wanted to be friends. Normally unless I meet the person, I reject them as friends. Most are people I have worked with around the world. But, this particular person claimed to be a police officer and writer and I suspect he is neither. I told him I would check him out first. He asked how I would do that and so strike, he is not police. He sent me a chapter of his book which he was selling on Amazon and there is no way this person could write what he sent me. He was selling a book, I am sure completely generated by IA. He never reached out to me again because he knew that I knew exactly what he is. There are too many books out there now being sold and it is not by the person claiming to be an author. At the conference a lot was about selling your books and maximizing your profits. I am not good at that because I have always been in the service of others. I am slow in that department because my focus is on writing stories. There are about 6000 new books published each day and some are just awful. I was thinking about my own writing and found myself telling someone that when I write it is like someone cooking who has done so for years. I know the basics as I have been writing since I was a child. You know what I mean all that stuff about nouns, verbs, structure, plot etc…..My passion for literature was a hobby an escape from the seriousness of other courses. I loved creating stories and creative writing. So, I explained myself as similar to a home cook who knows what ingredients to use and sprinkle without the use of a cook book, one who uses a dash of this and an experimental test of that and manages a delicious dish. This is what I do. I use all of me to create a story which I may alter at any point or go into another direction or add a new character and there, I have my own master dish. How do I get it out there? I’ll let you know.
