Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Thankful for The A-Muse-ments

When I had a birthday not too long ago, my WWWPs (Wild Women Wielding Pens) had my back. Literally—they had made my backside in effigy. Except this one is considerably more skinny and uplifted than the real thing. Even the legs might be a tad less lumpy. I have it propped up near my desk where it alternately entertains, motivates, and startles me (due to its resemblance to a small torso).

It even has the cutest little accordion-bundle of words coming out. But flattering though it is, the A**-Muse—A-Muse for short—is a lie.

This whole thing came from a few times when I went to the critique group with something I’d pulled out of a file of old stuff, and Sioux mistakenly thought I’d just written it that day. Sad to say I’m really a slow and plodding writer, who stashes everything having to do with my love of words into computer files. The Computer Guy tactfully refers to it as my “uh…files, and…stuff” because it’s the virtual equivalent of a Hoarders episode.

What I really do is dump large, steaming piles of stinky stuff into that compost heap of files and then give it a stir from time to time with the fervent hope that, given long enough, something will someday actually grow from it.

So one of things I am really thankful for this year is the WWWPs, who are the ones who ironically have wit and wisdom and heart and soul and humor and beauty spewing out of them in abundance. Beth sits down and daintily deposits nearly flawless final drafts on her lunch hour. Linda drops heaping loads of warm, clever published work everywhere. Lynn squirts out almost finished NaNo novels that have us all spellbound (then acts like it’s no big deal). And Sioux releases the written equivalent of a soul-purging frolic on a page…and even shares pictures of (oh la la!) hunky Frenchmen aussi.

Ladies, your tales are the inspirational ones.

Happy Thanksgiving to all.

Thankfulness does wonders for the soul. ~Hal Urban

12 comments:

  1. Ahem. Pardon me. I don't mean to raise a rumpus. I know this is a sensitive subject, but I can't hold it in.

    Your butt disturbs me.

    There. I let it fly. I am no anatomy professor, but is seems to me, dear lady, that you have a front butt! Or perhaps your legs are on backwards. Sturdy legs they are, too. Akin to bridge pilings. Which my blog buddy Kathy's husband told her once as a compliment. If this angle is actually a view from your butt, you share the knee joints of a pachyderm. Not that there's anything wrong with that...

    You are very lucky to have a group of WWWPs who give props to your A** in the manner it deserves.

    Happy Thanksgiving to you.

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  2. Oopsie! My pachyderm reference refers not to actual elephant anatomy, but the fact that their back knees bend in a manner opposite to those of most other four-leggers.

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  3. I have the overwhelming urge to make these two comments. One, that's not all of me that resembles a pachyderm. And two, due to an unfortunate newspaper arrangement, the front appears to possess some boy-parts - which is why you aren't seeing the front. And three, too bad no one can prop my a** in the manner in which it needs. Oops, guess that was three.

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  4. Tammy--We do TRULY have reason to be thankful--for our family, our non-writing friends and the WWWPs.

    And you're right--it IS disturbing that Beth can accomplish that much on a lunch hour. Maybe that's why she's model-thin--she doesn't eat, she writes instead.

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  5. Oh you guys are killing me. I am laughing until my face hurts.

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  6. Hey, whatever it takes for inspiration sounds great to me. Happy Thanksgiving, Tammy!

    Pat
    Critter Alley

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  7. Tsmmy--

    I meeant to say that when your post came up on my sidebar, along with that photo, it was quite disturbing. And I even had the benefit of seeing it in real life...

    Lynn has a twisted mind, for sure!

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  8. Lynn does have that dark side to her craftiness. ;) Happy Thanksgiving to all!

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  9. Happy Thanksgiving Tammy! You and the other WWWPs are lucky to have each other!

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  10. Alright... now I know why my ears have been ringing! Sioux & Tammy... I promise you, I eat. In fact my keyboard has the crumbs to prove it! Apparently I work best on pressure. And Tammy, whether it takes you 5 minutes, or it sits in a virtual file for five years, you are one very talented piece of ... uh, I mean, a very talented writer! We are a lucky group of gals, that's for sure!

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  11. I have to comment on Beth's comment. Yes, those POSs known as Apple products can withstand crumbs and hunks of food dropped into the crevices of the keyboard. PCs, on the other hand, are sensitive pieces of machinery and need to be treated like the valuable technology that they are...

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  12. HAAAAAAAAA, I can't believe you actually posted a picture of that!!! We, indeed, are a lucky bunch.

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