Today, I am being real. Today, I am being authentic and talking about the stress of blogging in a writing challenge. Today, I am writing about digging deep and the ups and downs of blogging.
I love to write. It gives me great joy. But, no matter what activity gives you joy, when it becomes something you must do, have to do, and not something you want to do, that activity can become a dread, a burden.
This is the second year I have participated in the #write31dayswriting challenge. You have to write and publish a blog post everyday for 31 days. The month of October.
Blogging, like life, brings many rewards. I have found that blogging rewards come in all shapes and forms like new friends, special honors and even sunshine.
Blogging has been another chapter in my writing life, a chapter that I have enjoyed. I have learned and I have grown, both as a writer and as a person. Writing has taught me to think deeper and use my words to (hopefully) cause others to think deeper.
One should constantly be growing and learning and I believe I am. I have grown into a person who loves life. I love so many things around me. Waco is one of those things.
Sometimes I feel like I not only have found my words but also my eyes.
Or do I now see Waco for the beauty it is because I now write and I am always looking for stories?
I see beauty all around me in the simplest things. I write about all those things on my blog and also, occasionally I get to write about those Waco things for the paper I write for, The Hometown News and for The Groove Entertainment Magazine.
I am not much of a morning person. It’s not that I wake up grouchy-I just don’t like to wake up early. In fact, I loathe it. I hate an alarm. I hate getting right out of bed and into the shower. Those things make me not happy.
“Opportunities are like sunrises. If you wait too long, you will miss them.” -William Arthur Ward
But when I do get up early, I get to enjoy sunrises like the one my husband took a picture of a few weeks ago. (this feature image) I could also have more time in the day to get more things accomplished.
“Mornings well spent brings days of content,” I once said talking about writing and subject matter for writing. I botched or more like put a different spin on that quote about Sundays, but I like it and its so true.
And as I know this, I still prefer a lazy morning. At least a lazy hour. It just takes me a little bit to get going. To get thinking. To get creating.
William Blake said it simply, “Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.”
Although I prefer sleeping in a bit, Martha, being a puppy, likes to get up around 7:30 a.m. Charli and I are working on her! We have her closer to eight ‘o clock every day.
My favorite mornings consist of anything after 8:00 a.m. And puppy kisses. And coffee. But first a Dt. Coke.
I recently started liking coffee and I am slowly going from super-flavored to not-much-flavor at all. But definitely still cream. I use unsweetened almond milk. No sugar.
When its hot out, and in Texas it is hot most of the year, I like my coffee iced. When it is cold out, I like a cute mug. It’s all about the feels for me.
The pups and I wake up, go outside and start our morning. I turn the TV on NBC and whatever hour of Today that is still on. After I turn all my pretty lamps on (its mood lighting), I feed Charli, Martha and Jemma and then we go back outside to water.
Then it is coffee in-hand and I head to the office to write.
Mornings are definitely a time to get things done. Richard Whately said, “Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.” So true, Richard, so true.
What is your morning routine? What gets you going in the morning?
Nostalgia. A wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to some past period or irrecoverable condition, defined according to Merriam-Webster Dictionary. Typewriters are nostalgic to me.
When I was a little girl, my cousin, Marti, and I would spend the night at our grandparents house and we would play like all little girls do. The only difference is we played office (and bar-but that’s a different story for another time). We would have so much fun pretending that we worked in a hotel, as bartenders and waitresses and office workers. Typical little girl stuff.
My grandparents, lovingly called Me-Me and Papa, had an office full of wondrous things like stamps with ink, paper and pens, sales pads with carbon paper, gigantic staplers, and machines like typewriters, huge adding-machines (not calculators) and things that little girls loved to imagine with. We thought they were our toys and our sweet grandparents let us play away, imagining (and wasting paper) and well…just being little girls.
We would spend hours upon hours in that office, working, and loving every minute of it. I believe they were always watching Hee-Haw.
My Aunt Nancy recently moved and while cleaning out things, came across the typewriter that we always played on. Knowing I love to write, (and Marti doesn’t love old things!), she offered it to me. I was very excited about this. I knew I wanted it. I just had no clue what I would do with it? Nancy told me it would need to be repaired because it was very old but I knew I would actually never use it; I simply wanted it for the nostalgia.
It is, from my research, an Underwood Touch-Master Five Manual Typewriter – No. 5. Made sometime in the 1950’s or possibly before. Whether you type on the machine or put it on display, the Underwood typewriter is truly legendary. My plan, of course was to put it on display.
The original Underwood typewriter was invented by German-American Franz Xaver Wagner, who showed it to entrepreneur John Thomas Underwood.
The Underwood No. 5 launched in 1900 and is described as “the first truly modern typewriter“. They sold two million by the early 1920s. When the company, in Hartford, Connecticut, was in its heyday as the world’s largest typewriter manufacturer, the factory was turning out typewriters at the rate of one each minute, according to typewritermuseum.org.
This “toy” was once used in my grandfather’s business he owned in downtown Fort Worth and then later, in his house, and is now in my office. Nostalgia.
Not long after I received the Underwood, I read a blog post (from someone you should follow) called “nesting with grace”. Her husband had found a vintage typewriter, spray painted it gold, and he surprised her for her birthday with this beautiful, golden newly-old (old-ly-new?) typewriter. (*Mark–take note on this husbandry thoughtfulness!!)
Soo…I knew I had to do this with my newly attained-attained vintage typewriter! And so I did.
It took me less than an hour, cleaning and spray-painting. I put gloves on, card-board underneath to protect the grass. (it is February and it is already beginning to green up!?) I only applied two coats on the Underwood; although one probably would have been fine.
I don’t consider myself to be “artsy-craftsy” or a “DIY-er” at all. Every once in a while I will get the bug–and the Underwood definitely had me itching to try this!
I even had a bit of help from Charli and Jemma! (Charli may or may not have a little touch of gold now?)
I am simply in love with it. I think it turned out perfect. Looks great in my office and gives me inspiration. I certainly never knew as a child that writing would bring me such joy. Now when writing, I know my grandparents are looking down on me and happy that I am doing what I love. (I just hope they aren’t upset with me for painting the Underwood gold!)
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”1Earnest Hemingway
What do you think about it? Do you love it or hate it? Would you be brave enough to try this? If so, I know Ebay has several for sale.
“Sooner or later, everything old is new again.” – Stephen King