A thought that naturally follows yesterday’s post…?

In considering that happy medium that I was talking about, and (once again) thinking about 180 book ideas, I realized that there is no way I could have 180 ideas.  I don’t think I could even have 20.  I feel like I came up with all of good ideas for stories when I was in high school.  And that I’ve spent so long working and editing those few ideas that I’m afraid I’ll never have another creative idea again.

I suppose I should be a little depressed by that.  Was that the only time I was creative?  In high school?  I have a whole bookshelf of multi-colored folders with stories that I started in them.  All from ten years ago.  Some I even finished.  So if I managed to make all of those ideas feasible and good, then why would I need more?  That works for me.  I’m somehow OK with that.  The writing still happens–plot occurs, characters develop.  So what if I’ve got no new ideas?

I want my million dollar cabin.

Just finished reading an article about Nora Roberts in the New Yorker.

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/06/22/090622fa_fact_collins

Impressive.  Not that Nora Roberts is a favorite author of mine (although I have been known to read one of her books while visiting my sister), but her work ethic is amazing.  Writing for that many hours a day?  Doing her own research?  (Although that I can totally see–doing research is one of my favorite things to do.)  And sixty million dollars a year?  Wow.  I suppose I don’t need sixty million…six million should do me nicely.  Ha.  But what I’m really envious of is the job.  She gets up and goes to work in her office doing what she loves to do.  And then at five she stops and cooks dinner.  One of the parts that I laughed at the most in the article was when her friends suggested that she hire a cook or assistant, and she protested, saying that if there were people around, then she’d have to talk to them.  Exactly.

I mentioned the article to my sister and she mentioned that she’s getting a little bored with Nora these days.  She made the point that NO ONE could have 180 different ideas for books–things have to start repeating.  Then she brought up Margaret Mitchell who only had one good book and that was all she needed.  True.  They’re on completely different ends of the spectrum.  Mitchell spent the rest of her life answering fan mail.  Not sure I’d want to do that, but the happy medium that most writers seem to attain would work for me.

Screw this.

The web is an evil thing.  Apparently I was bored last night, and I made the mistake of checking out some other WordPress themes and found this gorgeous one by Evan Eckard.  I would highly recommend his website (evaneckard.com).  He’s got a bunch of fantastic designs.  Talk about getting distracted by a ceiling fan and wandering off.  This ceiling fan wasn’t even on and I still got entranced by it.  I didn’t have my wheat beard up for an entire day before I was seduced to the pretty, pretty dark side.  Ah well.  I keep telling myself that once I’ve figured out how to make the website, THEN I’ll work on making my blog match.  Or not match–just similar.  Not really a matchy-matchy kind of girl, but I do like for things to have a similar theme.  And this may drive me crazy after a while.  I like things a bit more simple.  Sometimes.