Making Jam

This has been a Very Bad Day. It started off well, but...


At this moment, I find myself in the position of trying to count my blessings. Never a good sign. The biggest blessing at present is that there are a mere 3 minutes left in this day. And then it will be another day and a chance to start again. A fresh start. (Note: Incurable optimism is a necessary genetic component of any fool who might think they could possibly make a living out of wrestling words down onto a page.)


In a further effort to put the day behind me, I am currently boiling jam jars. When things go wrong, make jam. (I actually haven't made jam for five years or so, having adopted the credo only an hour ago. But I'm sure things would have improved had I thought of it earlier.)

Writing Tip of the Day:

Sometimes, in spite of our best efforts to remain cloistered until the latest project is done, life creeps in between the pen and the page. Or the fingertips and the computer keys. At times like these, it's important to remember that while running away from one's cares and responsibilities rarely works -- it doesn't hurt to try. Maybe you should just bolt for awhile. Otherwise, you might end up making jam in the middle of the night. What kind of responsible person does that sort of thing? Just run away. It's safer. Plus you might end up doing something worth writing about -- or fictionalizing, at the very least.

I was interviewed today by a newspaper column writer on the subject of censorship, but I will save all my deep thoughts on the subject for tomorrow -- a new day. Hopefully a safer day.

~kc