Update on my post yesterday

I don't think it was totally clear that the second example in my post was the right way. Sorry if that was confusing.

O-hi-o (add in your own music)

[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="350" caption="Dayton, Ohio"]Dayton, Ohio[/caption]

This is the song I've been singing this morning (to the tune of Oklahoma which doesn't quite work with out an extra o at the end).  We finally know what the future holds for us, and it begins in lovely Dayton, Ohio.   For the last few months my husband and I have been waiting with bated breath to see if all of his applications, interviews, and efforts over the past four years would finally pay off, and I'm happy to say that they have!  Neal got his number one pick in the internship match.  He will be commissioned as a Captain in the Air Force in the next couple weeks, and then we will be preparing to move across the country so that he can work at a hospital on the Wright-Patterson Air Force base.  We are so excited for our new adventure to begin, and though we will miss our friends and family terribly, we know we're doing the right thing.  

Thanks to Renee, I know a bit more about Ohio than I did a month ago, but it will definitely be quite an experience to move to a new place sight unseen.    My recent research into the area brought to light a few interesting facts about the city.  So far I've learned that Dayton was named the cleanest city in the US (not a bad reputation to have), it's the birth place of aviation and the Wright brothers, and it's often reffered to as the "Gem City."    I also learned that it is suceptible to tornados, floods, blizzards and thunderstorms- eek!  I'm an Arizona/California girl, so I'm sure that will take some getting used to.  Now all I have to do is get my house ready to rent out, clean out all my junk before the movers come, and prepare myself mentally to be a military wife--not necessarily in that order.

You can buy everything at Costco!



Costco is my favorite store.  It's my husband's favorite store, and it is most definitely my son's favorite store (see my last post for details).  You can buy everything at Costco:  food, jewelry, housewares, gardening supplies, clothes.   Anything you can imagine, you can find it somewhere in that glorious, enormous warehouse.  And not only can you find it there, there is bound to be lots of it.  Nothing comes in singles.  I needed a Sharpy recently, you know that black, extremely permanent marker that never ever comes off of anything and should never be anywhere close to a toddler.   So I thought I'd pick one up at Costco.  I found them in the office supply isle.  The package had like seventeen markers in it, but naturally, I still bought it.  Why settle for a month's worth of something when you can buy a lifetime supply? 

Anyway, I digress (this happens a lot at Costco too).  The point is, I am saddened to say that I finally found something you cannot buy at Costco.  It was brought to my attention recently by my four-year-old (as many things of importance are).  He told me in a very serious voice that  we needed to go to Costco and buy a baby.   Now I've been thinking for quite some time now that we need another baby in our house, and obviously, I'm not the only one.   The only problem is that babies are in short supply around here, and always have been.  So, suddenly, I was fantasizing about going to Costco, walking down to the stork section and picking up my baby--maybe a cute little pink girl with brown hair and brown eyes like my hubby, with features like 'no colic' and 'great sleeper.'    But wait, there wouldn't be just one because you never buy singles at Costco; everything comes in packs.  Now the wheels in my head were really turning, a two pack at least, cute little twins. That's what I wanted--a boy and a girl.  Why couldn't it be that easy? And while I was at it I would pick up a few other elusive items, like an agent  and publisher.  I might throw in a completed manuscript or two as well.   

Alas, I eventually had to come back to reality and face the cold hard truth that they don't carry any of those things at Costco.  I think my paragon of a store has finally let me down.

Not to put too fine a point on it...

While walking through Costco this last weekend my son was gathering samples. He always wants to try one of everything but often won't eat them once he's gotten one he likes better. So when our cart gets to the point where I can no longer load items in without spilling one of the samples, I begin chucking them in the trash when he's not looking. Unfortunately, this last time I got caught throwing away a small cup of drinkable yogurt. Immediately my ears were met with cries of sadness and disappointement.

"My yogurt mommy!! I need my yogurt! That's not yours! You can't throw it away! Go get my yogurt!"

You get the picture. I tried to tell him that there was Gogurt in the cart and that he could have one once we got out to the car because it was yogurt too, but he was having none of it. He just drew his little eyebrows down in the middle and looked at me very seriously and said, "That's not the point!"

This made me think about my writing (of course, everything does). Sometimes when I'm rereading a scene or conversation I realize my characters are saying alot, but it's really not taking them anywhere. I have to ask myself, what's the point of this scene or conversation? I'm much better now about making sure that each section, each conversation is moving the story forward. I know some conversations and scenes build your characters, but I think for the most part you can do character building while simultaneously moving ahead with your plot.

Do you ever get discouraged?

Do you ever get discouraged about writing? Stupid question, I know.  I'm sure every writer does.  I'm having one of those days ( a few, actually) where I wonder what the heck I'm doing.  It's weird how it just hits out of nowhere.  Here I am minding my own business, cruising along (at a speedy pace), feeling awesome about my WIP, and then BAM a dump truck full of cow pies in front of me (I'm assuming you've all seen Back to the Future) chooses that  moment to unload it's stinky, putrid cargo of discouragement all over my my shiny convertible and me inside.  And I'm like, where did that come from?  I didn't even realize there was a dump truck in front of me at all.  And how did I manage to get close enough for that to happen. 

Yes, it's a really bad analogy, but I'm not feeling like a particularly good writer right now, so it fits with the mood.  Plus, I seem to be in a ranting mood the last few day, so there's my rant for the day.  Okay, I'm done.  I"m going to go find some chocolate!