Connie's Corner

A prize winner or a dog?

When I am writing a story, I feel I am dropping original pearls of wisdon in every line. That euphoria lasts throughout the entire writing process and sometimes for hours afterwards. Then, after a period of "settling down" from my lofty heights, I begin the rereading phase and reality falls upon me like an unexpected "Mr. Hyde". I tend to feel the same thing during and after any kind of creative venture. I get so wrapped up in what I am doing it seems wonderful and unique....until later...later when I find others do the same things, only better. I guess we all want to excel at something, always hoping that this "one" will be that excellent "one", better than anything done before. I know I keep trying because the feeling I get during the process is hands down better than the despair I feel later, when I find it's not as good as I thought.

I guess I'm writing about this tonight because I just finished a story for a contest, "The Strength of Love" , if anyone is interested, and I'm at that point on the seesaw just before it starts to descend. Oh, but it did feel good while I was writing! I'm shameless!

Nothing much has happened over the weekend, I guess because I've had my nose stuck in the computer. I did manage to pick up a trashcan full of pinecones today...we have a lucky thirteen pine trees in the backyard. I think Mopsy has somehow smuggled a lizard into the house. She keeps creeping around looking under the sofa with her nose to the floor. I cannot imagine ever being scared of those teeny little things. If I could find it, I'd scoop it up with the dustpan and brush and put it back outside to go on its merry way. Mopsy thinks they are special wind up toys just for her. I won't even kill a wasp anymore when they fly in. I just open the door and try to shoo them back out. I'm also fearless...lol.

Until next time.....c