Why You Should Still Write When Everything Around You Is Going To Hell

Writing is not easy.

It's never been easy. I'm not the kind of writer who springs out of bed, eager to start the day's work. In fact I've only sprung from my bed once, and that was when I thought there was a burglar in my house and the only thing I had to defend myself with was a thirty pound bag of cat litter.

But that's another story.

There's a great hashtag on Twitter at the moment, #WriteYourResistance, and I encourage anyone who has characters who stand up when they're told to sit down or shout when they're told to shut up to check it out. And while those are easily recognizable acts of opposition, equally important are the characters who enact quieter forms - refusing to kick someone who is down, or even helping them up.

It's hard to tear yourself away from the news feed to work on a piece of fiction. Our fake worlds feel paper thin, motivations for people who don't exist hard to come by when a paradigm shift is happening in reality, and there are impactful actionable items on your to-do list that may shape tomorrow.

Those things are important. Go do them.

Then come back to your book.

What I'm working on right now is a humorous paranormal. Yes, you read that right. It's a weird, quirky little thing that no one is ever going to label as important. My characters aren't planting their flags or taking the moral high ground. They're running down spooky eBay listings and wondering if the little bit of plastic fork they accidentally bit off is digestible.

So how can I turn off the reality IV and put my time into something so trite?

Because I might be reading 1984 right now, but last night I watched Romancing the Stone.

For fifteen years I worked in a high school in one of the poorest counties in my state. Some of my students didn't have heat, clean clothes, or food in their stomachs. Those kids weren't reading heavy, message-laden books. Not because they were incapable, but because they know enough about reality.

What they were looking for was escape.

And they found it in books.

So write your book, even now. Write to communicate your message of strength and love. Write for that reader in the future that needs to get away for an hour or two.

Just write.

Thursday Thoughts

Thoughts this week:

1) Librarians are severely misunderstood creatures. If one more person asks me if I'm going to "shush" them, I may just do that. Permanently. I want to state that I have yet to witness a "shushing" librarian. We're a lot cooler than you think. Proof? Check out this Peep Show put together by librarians.

2) I'm still volunteering at the library occasionally and sometimes we do an Inside-Out day at work. I thought about looping sausage links around my body and saying they were intestines, but then I decided I didn't want to have to explain myself all day long.

3) I wonder if I give my cat too much credit. I think he likes me. He chooses to sleep with me, greets me every morning, is ecstatic when I feed him, and always seems happy when I come home. But my ex-husband had all the same characteristics and that didn't end well.

Wednesday WOLF - Tempest In A Teacup

I'm such a big nerd that I tend to look up word origins in my spare time because I'm fascinated by our language. The odder the origin, the better. I've got a collection of random information in my brain that makes me an awesome Trivial Pursuit partner, but is completely useless when it comes to real world application. Like say, job applications.

In any case, I thought I'd share some of this random crap with you in the form of an acronym-ific series. I give you - Word Origins from Left Field - that's right, the WOLF. Er... ignore the fact that the "from" doesn't fit.

Today we’re going to talk about a tempest in a teacup.

Whether you like to sound UKish or prefer alliteration, it all boils down to the same thing (pun intended). A "tempest / storm in a teacup" means something major is happening, but the ripples aren't going to reach far. An event of paramount importance to a handful of people probably won't be making the national news (think "Book Club Breaks Up Over Inability to Agree On Next Month's Title.")

So where does it come from? The earliest known reference is in the August 30, 1820 edition of the Conneticut Gazette:

What?
You can't read that?

Anecdote of the late Lord Chancellor Thurlow: A person once came running almost out of breath to the Lord Chancellor, saying, "My Lord, I bring you tidings of calamity to the nation, and I do not know how far the direful effects of it may spread to endanger the church and state."--"What is the matter, man?" said the impatient Chancellor.  "My Lord," continued the person, "a rebellion has broken out"--"Where, where?"  "In the Isle of man." "In the Isle of Man!"repeated the vociferous Chancellor.  "A tempest in a tea-pot."

So it appears we have the vociferous Lord Chancellor Thurlow to thank for that one.