Welcome to My Playground
Okay, so it's really a picture of Central Park.
But I think of Central Park as a playground. As a native New Yorker, nothing makes me happier than visiting home. And no, I am not in New York right now, but I feel like I am.
Why? Because I am working on something entirely new and HAVING FUN. After the last few months and ongoing health issues of two of my kids, a friend with cancer, having to outlay over $10,000 for a new violin for my daughter, and just the stress of life with four kids and lots of bills and braces and . . . you get the idea . . . writing wasn't fun. Nothing was. I was writing, but something was broken. Inside.
So I started something new. It's a dark book, but there are beautiful parts, too. And best of all, I literally race to the computer to work on it. I haven't showed it to my agent. I will, but for now . . . it's for ME. And I love that. It reminds me why I write. It reminds me, more than anything, that a writer is something you ARE not something you DO.
It reminds me of my unbridled joy when I see Central Park, or I walk the streets of my city.
Welcome to my playground. Anyone else's work in progress a playground? What IS your playground?
Labels: the fun of writing
posted by Erica Orloff at 8:05 AM
7 Comments:
Unbridled joy is a good thing. I'm very happy for you.
I recently got a letter from The Yard Nazis, so I'm having to do some landscaping. This morning I carried 3200 pounds of stones by hand to build a retaining wall. I can barely even type now. At the moment, my playground sucks. :(
I have visions of doing a retaining wall--even watch a DIY show on it. It frightened me.
:-)
E
That's great, Erica! I just love stories like that!
It's never ceased to amaze me that violins can cost so much more than pianos, even the best grand pianos! I understand it, but, still.
Well, I made the mistake of talking about the Big N to the husband. He managed to shake my whole story off its foundation. I'm not sure whether to go back and ignore him, or to re-think everything.
spy:
Hmmm . . . I don't know. Does hubby's suggestions make sense in a gut way? Sometimes it's helpful when someone steers us another way because we have "ah ha" moment when they tell us something. Sometimes they just don't get our idea and we KNOW inside we can make it work.
E
P.S. Went to the post office today. Look for your book next week. :-)
Cool! My--your?--Roofer just came in the mail today. I'll have lots of good reading!
Thanks for your words and post today; they were so timely for me. My writing, today, went back to thrilled with my original idea. The story will be harder to tell, but it's more fun that way!
So glad you found the joy again!
Central Park looks beautiful. I've driven through NY state a few times, but sadly I've never been to NY City. It is definitely on my list.
My well is dry as a bone right now because my favorite playground is for sale. I plan to blog about it complete with pictures in a day or two...maybe when I accept the facts and my hands stop shaking. :(
(((BIG HUGS))) for all the health issues. I have such a difficult time watching anyone I love suffer, I'd sooner be sick myself.
Oh, Lainey!!!! I am SO SORRY!
I will check out your blog, lovie.
xo
E
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