Movin’ and Groovin’ but not Writin’

I love to write, really I do. It’s cheaper than therapy! And besides, it’s so much fun to tell a story and fall in love with your characters. But sometimes, in order to tell a better story, you’ve got to take a step back and take a break and take care of yourself. I’m currently on a short writing hiatus from my daily word count goals, in order to get my health in order.

I live with a lot of challenges, though a lot less than some people. I have diabetes, thyroiditis and a whole host of other weird and strange illnesses and responsibilities that make me not the most ideal 9-5 type worker. But, I’m trying to fight back lately and control my diabetes better.

And that takes eating right, and exercise. I am not fond of exercise. Not just the effort of it, but the time it takes up. I could be reading, or writing, or playing with my five year old, or working on some of my many part-time jobs. But, I have to do it, and if I must, it might as well be fun.

So I’ve been traveling, assembling what I call my "global workout". I’ve got tapes of yoga from India, bellydancing from the Middle East, hula from Hawaii, and Latin dancing from Brazil. Not only is it a lot more fun than my stationary bike, but my mind gets to wander to interesting places while I’m sweating away.

I’ve already got key plot points squared away for a Hawaii story, which continues to grow each time I shake my hips. I’ve got a Brazil story percolating, and I’m sure the bellydancing will bear story-fruit soon. Probably before my abs stop aching from all those belly rolls and hip drops.

Now, if I could just forget the food cravings that go along with these places, the pounds would just drop away! Still, I’ll be writing again soon with all this inspiration…and there’s always that fantasy about my own personal trainer to explore!

Elaine Lowe

Too many manuscripts gives the author weird dreams…..

I know I got halfway decent sleep last night because I had a dream. I dream a lot, and I tend to remember them. Especially the weird ones. Sometimes they are even inspiring.

This one was sad and happy and terrifying and thought provoking all at the same time. I woke up slightly shocked and trying to reshuffle the facts of my life back into place in their correct order.  I think part of this dream was inspired by watching the whole season of Fringe a couple of weeks ago in a three day time span, and partially by working on three different manuscripts at the same time.

Basically, I was visiting my grandmother at her house in Geauga County, OH. She was pretty spry for 91, but my husband and I were helping to cook her some meals to freeze while Alex was running around banging on the piano. Only, I was looking at her mixer as I was baking something, and then I thought evilly, "I wonder if anyone will appreciate this someday when Grandma passes." Then the worst sense of deja vu hit, and I realized….she already had. In fact, she’s been dead for ten years.

Then suddenly I was in in a bustling foreign city, with palm trees swaying in thick humid air. My husband was trying to shake me awake. Turns out we were visiting some friend of his cousin YY in Indonesia. And I asked suddenly, "Where’s Alex?" And Larry began to cry. My son Alex had apparently died two years previously, and we’d been travelling ever since. I was filled with horror, and then I was back home, working in the garden and watching Alex swinging on his swingset and singing. 

It was as though I had touched different versions of my life, and I could suddenly see all the possibilities laid out before me in terrifying reality.

It made me realize how happy I really am, and how blessed.

I hope I can simply turn this into inspiration. And hug Alex extra tight.