My Writing Resolutions(?) for 2011

I’m not sure if I would refer to them as resolutions but I have an idea what I want to accomplish this year as far as my writing goes.

1. Learn as much as possible about the craft so I can perfect and sell my novel(s). To that end, I’m registered for a number of workshops and seminars this year beginning later this month.

2. Finish the current draft of my YA manuscript and send it out to publishers.

3. Write every day… whether it’s revisions, new material or even on my blog, get words onto “paper”. This one will be the most difficult since I work full time but it’s not an impossible goal.

Not resolutions as such but goals sounds better. More achieveable, not as daunting and if things don’t go according to plan, I won’t feel so much a failure for not sticking to them.

First Day of 2011

Well, here it is – the beginning of another year. Wonder what this one will have in store for me?

I managed to still be awake last night and see in the new year, which still has me boggled. I’m usually a-snooze on the couch long before that.

Not feeling very motivated so far. Got a roast into the crock pot for supper and have had my first coffee of the day. Soon will be starting the dismantling of the Christmas tree and removing all the other festive decorations.

And no video clip for the “Death of my Christmas Tree.” Only upbeat things.

Happy Hogmanay!

2011 has arrived in Scotland and the rest of the UK among other parts of the world but not for about another four hours here. My plan was to watch the fireworks and other Hogmanay celebrations in Scotland via web cam but it wasn’t to be. Too many other people with the same idea. Oh well.

At least my haggis hunting web cams were working so saw a wee bit of the Fireball Festival in Stonehaven and the concert in George Square in Glasgow.

And, horror of horrors, I actually managed to get some writing done! Woo-hoo!!!

I Got A Hippopotamus for Christmas

Yup, I did. Here he is. Isn’t he cute? He’s soft and cuddly and the dog thinks he’s his toy. Not on your Nelly! My hippo isn’t a toy. He’s an eyeglass holder. You put your glasses in his mouth. And on his tummy, he has a pouch where he keeps a micro fiber cleaning cloth.

My Christmas HippoHere he is… a real cutey pa-tootey!

Oh I got a hippopotamus for Christmas

One who wears glasses like me, too

He’s cute and cuddly and pink and gray

Something I’ll count on every single day

Oh I got a hippopotamus for Christmas

And my dog wants to take him away

New nail design

Got my nails done on Christmas Eve and let the girl ‘have her way with me’ as far as my new nail design went. This time I got snowflakes and glitter and my French manicure has a scalloped edge and hearts and is on the diagonal.

I think they turned out really well.

Bah Humbug!

Like it or not, whether I’m ready or not, Christmas is quickly approaching. Way too quickly. No motivation, desire, anticipation this year at all.

I spent last weekend printing, collating, punching and binding my homemade calendars that I do every year for my family here and abroad and wrote Christmas cards to go with them. That’s been the extent of my preparations for this year.

Last night when I got home from work, I printed labels for my domestic cards. I’m off today so the plan is to put the tree up and if time permits, get a bit of shopping done while I’m “alone”. But we’ll see how it goes.

I cancelled my nail appointment last Saturday because of being unwell (I wonder how long the cold/flu germs will live on those calendars I did?) so re-scheduled for after work on Tuesday. Of course, it picked Tuesday to snow. I made it there in time so there were no worries on that front. I was going to just get my usual French manicure done but the gal who did my nails insisted on giving me a design. So… here it is.

This is the original orientation of the photo I gook of my hand. I’m not sure how well the design shows up on some of my nails.

Hmmm… I should look pretty cute assembling and decorating the tree with a pair of blue mechanic’s latex gloves on. And why wear them? Who wants to damage these beautiful nails?

I don’t.

Haggis Hunting

My favourite time of year. The Scotsman with the aid of various webcams send you out on a virtual hunt looking for the elusive haggii. Hunting season starts on Nov 30 (St Andrew’s Day) and ends on Jan 25 (Robbie Burns Day).  It’s great fun and provides hours of entertainment. And you even have the chance to win prizes!

Click on the link, create your personal user account and happy hunting! http://haggishunt.scotsman.com/

When you see one of these critters, click on the blue “I saw a haggis” button to the right of the picture to notify Farquhar Farquharson, the Head Ghillie of your sighting. Whilst hunting, a dram or two of fine single malt helps keep out the chill.

The disappearing scene additions…

I’m absolutely certain I added to a scene in the earlier chapters of my novel but when I went back to read that particular segment over, the additions weren’t there. So I thought I’d opened the wrong version of the file. Whenever I work on it for a while, I save it as a new file and include the current date in the filename. So I checked a couple of other earlier versions and what I was looking for wasn’t there either. Then I thought, well maybe it wasn’t in the scene I thought it was so I took all my smaller files (3 chapters in length) and combined them into one, saved the new file with a new name and today’s date then did a search on one of the characters who was in that particular scene.

I think the gremlins have been afoot because it wasn’t anywhere to be found yet I distinctly remember writing it. I don’t get it…

I know we writers sometimes hear voices in our heads, was that all this was or did I really do it and have managed to delete it? I know when I type on my laptop, I can sometimes end up doing some pretty bizarre things when I accidentally hit the onboard mouse.

Either that or one of my noctural inspirations was so realistic, I truly believed I’d written it. I just know the original scene was extremely short and I needed to add to it.

My Scottish roots and writing by Melanie Robertson-King