Linda Edwards Scribbles











{October 9, 2017}   It’s not NaNoWriMo, but oof!

At the very least a year has not passed since last I posted!  So there’s that.  I’ll take the win, even if it’s tiny.

Just a super quick update to motivate me to keep going.  I’m writing for All Hallow’s Read, again!  I mean, once again, I’m writing at the last minute, but I’m blitzing through and the stories are there and I’m in a decent enough headspace as things progress, so I feel good about it.  I’m actually pretty confident I’ll have a gift for you all come Halloween!  Wish me luck!  Love you all!

Motivated adventuring, yaaaass!

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{October 31, 2016}   I made no promises!

But I kind of did.  In my head.  You just didn’t know about it, because I didn’t tell you , because I wasn’t sure of what I could swing.

This year’s been all kinds of bananas!  Whole bowls of fruit!  Personally speaking, it hasn’t been terrible.  It hasn’t been kind, but within the sphere of my little life, nothing major has gone amiss.  It’s just been busy.  I really wasn’t sure I’d be able to do “All Hallow’s Read” this year.  But I did!  I finished things!  (Still a tiny triumph every time.) And I’m pretty happy with them!  They’re not long and I’m not entirely sure you could call them poems or stories or what have you.  I’m calling them little bits.  Now to go collapse.

Little bitty adventures, goooo!  Happy Halloween, folks!  Love!



I know I swear up and down every time I will update more than once a year, and I’m inclined to do it again, but we all know the probability.  I won’t say.  Please don’t you say it, either.

A lot of things are happening in the world, as things do, but it’s like they’re all clambering too fast and crashing in on top of each other.  It feels like there’s no room to breathe, to open your mouth to let anything in or out.  I once again find myself in a spot where I want to scream and cry and sing and laugh and beg and flail in response to it all, against all of it and in the face of all of it.  I want to commit sudden acts of affection on all of you, each of you one at a time and all at once, just so you can say you have at least one positive thing to report for the day:  someone loved you, it was surprising, it was strange and not unpleasant(?), it wasn’t bad news.  Any combination there of.  All of the above.

I don’t have enough tea in my office to bring myself back down (up?), so of course my heart isn’t really in anything I’m doing today.  It’s kind of all over the place.  My day job– thank goodness– is super quiet today, which would normally be a great time to scribble all over whatever scratch pads or sticky notes I have on hand.  All Hallow’s Read is coming.  I should be writing.  All my internal ink wells are being uncooperative.  I guess you could try to claim hopping around twitter and tumblr and the rest of the internet is a kind of refilling process?  Taking in new information and letting my head spin new thoughts from scraps and FEELINGS and life?  (Good grief, this post is such a mess already–)  Well, it’s not inaccurate, I guess?

Just so I have something to show for myself for the day, I decided to clean out my desk a bit.  I’ve apparently been stashing more snippets than I thought in the pen drawer.  It wasn’t exactly a rat’s nest?  But it did kinda look like a poor attempt to build a paper home in a too tiny space.  I’ve collected some of them here for you in case you’re curious.

That’s more or less all I wanted to say.  Lost things.  Found things.  As ever, life is never the adventure we quite want, and definitely not one we ever really expect.  I love you all.  Be as safe as can be, please.



{November 1, 2015}   From a hotel, with love

I finished things!  I FINISHED THINGS!  It’s been so uncommon for me to actually bring a story to an end in the last– well, you can look back at the posts.  I’m belatedly going a little bit into shock over this.  They’ve been done for a few days now.  Everything has been so bananas, though.  Whole bowls of fruit, really.  And it’s probably not my best work, but I’m just so delighted to have SOMETHING- three THINGS- done to offer you for All Hallow’s Read!  Posted the stories earlier from my phone, but didn’t get a chance to write this post, so this is kind of a post-Halloween gift.  Oh, weeeeeell, here it all is!  Tada!

I actually almost had four things to post!  Work happened, though.  All month, I’ve had the picture of Neil Gaiman with the text “You should be writing.” as my desktop image on my work computer.  It is strangely effective.  It also helped that a number of friends who are similarly of a writerly persuasion wanted to get together to share stories for Halloween, too. My husband also wanted to take our stories to read to children, and that was very helpful.

I’m really liking this thing where having people request to put that pressure on you (“you” being me) actually motivates instead of sending you-me spiraling into fits of frozen terror at the thought of doing anything at all while someone hovers near fully expecting and ready to catch.  I have nothing to pitch.  I have so many things I could pitch if they’d just hold still.  What even is pitching?  I am the ball.

But then there were THINGS!  That happened!  It’s so nice.  I was actually beginning to worry that I’d lost my mental story crafting limb.  I don’t know that I can properly express how relieved I am that it’s still there.

Aaaanyway!

Work is still happening, actually.  Briefly visiting family for Halloween and then on to a day-job-related conference.  I feel like such an adult.  It feels weird.

Writing adventures.  Fruit adventures.  Work adventures.  So much adulting adventures.

This has been very clear, I’m sure.  We got this.  Onward!



I’ve been neglecting the blog again. (Are all my blog posts going to start like this from now on?) I’ve been neglecting writing in general. I’ve been neglecting everything, maybe. Being sick (nothing serious, probably just a bug), especially when you’re not sure what did it, apparently makes me disgustingly introspective. James brought me chicken soup I’m not sure I should be eating, but I’m eating it anyway, because love. I refuse to neglect love. Also, chicken soup is nice.

In print that sounds a lot more noble than desperate as it feels in my head and sounds in my mouth. I kind of hate it.

I keep trying to sit down to make words happen with a physical pen and a tangible piece of paper, so I’ll stop interrupting dreams to write down in dream the narration or to describe very precisely what’s happening or the smell or the sound or the sight of some tiny detail. Get on with the story, will you, brain? Lousy jerk. It’s not productive. It’s definitely irritating.

Anyway, the writing obviously still isn’t going well. I get anxious about characters I don’t even have yet. I get anxious that I’ll get bored and forget my characters and their lives and leave them– just leave them!– hanging there in a sort of halted world, stuck and neglected and frustrated and confused. They’re not real. But my brain gets attached and wants to take care of them. It’s highly problematic. It’s highly illogical. It’s not even a little bit reasonable. It scares me. Nothing new. I guess this is the point where once again I attempt to seek help. Maybe the writing was my therapy and I’ve done this to myself. Does it count as self destructive if you didn’t realize it would happen, but then couldn’t stop when you did? This is the kind of thing I normally probably would have dropped onto my tumblr if at all, but it’s sort of a writing related thing, and this space needed some attention, so here it is. Hello. I hope you’re all doing well. Nobody panic.

I’ve made it my new goal to finish one thing for All Hallow’s Read, even if it’s just another installment of Beasts— I refuse to believe I’ve abandoned it. The scenes still exist. My characters are shifting from foot to foot in different costumes at different times. I just have to make it happen. Anxious about the fate of characters? Logically, then, sort out their fate and be done with it. Nonsensical gut-twisting jitteriness gone. A+B=C. Easy. Right, wish me luck. Hesitant adventure, go!

Update:  My “bug” is a 5mm kidney stone.  Oh, goody!  Eeesh.



I’m trying desperately not to be a liar yet again, but as midnight is swiftly approaching much like a booted foot to an unsuspecting (though assuredly deserving) butt, I will post what I have thus far.  I fully intend to continue updating through out the night until either the story finishes or I pass out at the keyboard and my poor, wonderful husband has to drag my lifeless (snoring) body off to bed, or at the very least over to the couch.  Oh, also posting the excerpt from my current –and currently unnamed– word baby.  Happy All Hallow’s Read, folks!

Beasts

Bit of Baby (possible a spleen, but it’s hard to tell at this stage)

Speaking of babies– My friend had one today!  Just in case you were disappointed by this small, shabby gift that I didn’t even bother to even try to wrap in newspaper, at least you can know that someone got something good today.  Let’s all be happy for the proud new mama and papa!  Happy adventuring, guys!

Update:  So about an hour after I got to work adding more to “Beasts” I crashed hard. I don’t even remember going to bed, really, but that’s where I woke up.  I will continue writing the story all the same.  Husband says to think of it as a serialized piece.  I’m grumpy about it, but it is what it is.  Bah.  Anyway, happy reading and much love, guys! (There are suddenly more of you!  Hello!)



Ahahahah, remember when I said I’d be trying to keep up with the blog more and that maybe I’d make video blogs, too, sometimes and that I’d do ALL KINDS OF THINGS? Yeah, about that– Sorry.

It’s seriously almost been a year since I posted an actual blog. Many, many things have happened between then and here. I actually have to look back through the previous posts (and, oh God, Facebook) to see what the hell I’ve been up to since last December. If you’ve been following my Twitter (@LWhoScribbles) at all, I’ve been a tiiiiny bit better about showing signs of life over there– and by signs of life, of course, I mean evidence of my internet fueled writing-delinquency.

Neil Gaiman disapproves of writing-delinquency.

Neil says you should be writing

Oh, Tumblr.

That is not to say that I haven’t been scribbling away! Nay, as a matter of fact, I’ve been writing so much more since I quit the coffee bar to which they transfered me after the bakery damn near killed me! (Oh, yeah, that totally happened. And apparently I really, really love playing with the espresso machine! I don’t like / am physically almost incapable of drinking most espresso drinks, but I seriously miss the espresso machine. I just about had that milk steaming thing down!) I’ve been masquarading as a waitress in a Chinese food restaurant since January. It’s surprisingly been a lot of fun and it affords me a lot of time left to my own devices. I’m not getting paid much, but I can contribute to the house funds and the work itself isn’t difficult and my coworkers are all delightful and the boss lady is one of my favorite boss folk ever and they keep me well fed and having the opportunity to interact with all kinds of people on a regular basis is absolutely fascinating. I really like this job.

Anyway, I have several things I’m working on and I actually feel like I might Finish Something. That’s a huge deal to me right now. I just want to finish things and feel like they’re really done and ready for serious editing, AND THEN maybe even draft query letters to put them out into the world for real, for money, like a grown up. A real one. Maybe it’s a pipe dream, but damned if I’m not going to give it a go.  This is currently my liiife.  I’m pretty happy with it thus far.  I’m not going to say a whole lot about each project, because, as I stated in previous posts, I’d prefer not to share things that aren’t complete. I am going to say that for All Hallow’s Read I’m only writing one short story this year and in place of the others I’m going to do the exact opposite of the thing I just said I don’t like doing; I’m going to share a small piece of one of my current babies. I’ll post those by Halloween night for sure.  I’ll make it happen. No, really this time.

So there’s that.

In other news, much of the year passed without anything major to share.  Job change, birthdays and holidays, one ill advised time-share presentation, friends coming and going to and from various places around the world. James (that guy I married, for those new to the show) got all his wisdom teeth removed and I had to drive for the first time in at least a year since getting my license. (I’m now driving regularly, thank you very much.) James got to keep his wisdom teeth after. They are now riding around in a little blue plastic treasure chest that we’re inexplicably keeping in the car. My sister visited and was the first to stay in our guest / storage room since we moved in over a year ago.  We went to Neil Gaiman’s book signing in Dallas for “Ocean at the End of the Lane” where he signed my books and accepted the best origami t-rex I could make. He tried to doodle a t-rex for me very quickly in return. I really can’t say how much the experience meant to me.

Neil Gaiman signed books

Neil accepted the origami t-rex I made for him and tried to draw one for me in return.

That was the same trip on which we hunted down the 24 hour sushi place in downtown Dallas.  (Check out Sushi World, guys.  The owner is super nice and the food is plentiful at all hours.  It’s delightful.) James took me to my first anime convention.  It was not everything I’d ever been told about anime conventions, but we had a lot of fun. And most recently we went to Vegas.  Strangely claustrophobic, often very loud, but surprisingly walkable and very much a walking sort of place. We bought a book and got it signed at the Mob Museum by one of the authors of “Cullotta”, who just happened to be Frank Cullotta himself.  We only thought to wonder who he was after we’d talked with him for a bit and taken a picture with him.  He was really nice.

A picture with Frank Cullotta, co-author of the book "Cullotta"

We took a picture with Mr. Frank Cullotta and he personalized one of his books for us before we actually knew who he was.

So, yes, lots of adventuring.  Much of it unexpected.  Just about all of it pretty shiny (with the exception of the thing with James’ wisdom teeth).  I will try my best to update again soon, hopefully with an All Hallow’s Read gift for you all.  On to see what else is out there!



{October 31, 2012}   Stories and good news!

Good news, everyone!  I found work!  I am now a bakery clerk at a local grocery store.  It’s busier there than I ever really realized it would be.  Not that I didn’t think it would be hectic, but, really, it’s a bit overwhelming.  It’s more adventure than I was really expecting.  Of course, if I’d been expecting it, that’s not much of an adventure.  Bah.

Also!  I have stories for you folk!  My gift to you for All Hallow’s Read.  Two stories and one tiny poem, “Last Wish”, “It looked like a spook.” and “Skeptical”, sit in the All Hallow’s Read 2012 section for your reading pleasure.  Hope you like them!  Happy Halloween!  Happy All Hallow’s Read!

Dont’ forget there’s still the All Hallow’s Read 2011 stories, too.



{October 11, 2012}   All Hallow’s Read is back!

And, you know, that Halloween thing, too.  (I’ve been doodling costume ideas for months.)  I’ve also been tinkering with stories for months.  New ones as my gift to all of you for All Hallow’s Read and as an apology for being radio silent for the past several months.  I’ll have the stories posted up soon.  For those new to All Hallow’s Read and or not new, but perplexed as to why I’m talking about writing stories, here’s my blog post from last year.  I love the books I have and can’t spend the money to give books away, so I’m writing stories for the sharing.  I hope you’ll write stories, too!  We could all go on a story telling rampage!  Like Christmas caroling, but on Halloween!  It’ll be awesome.  Also, don’t forget to give candy with your stories.  It is still Halloween after all.

Anyway, not much else going on.  Still looking for work.  Still writing.  No one ever said adventures were going to be exciting all the time.  Oh well.  Wish me luck!



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