My friend, the delete button...

I can't tell you how many times I've heard- or read- people say that you need to write whatever comes into you head, no matter how bad it is. Regardless of the fact you know you will never use any of it. And I, being the good little "follower" I am, listen. I write whatever crappy idea happens to pop up. That is why no one could ever read my first drafts. I jump from the end, to the middle, the the middle-end, back to the beginning, and so on and so on... Riddled with holes, my pages read more like Swiss cheese.

And stink like Gouda.

The real magic is going through and finding those little jewels hidden in the mud. I think every author has that moment when they re-read their work and think "I wrote that? Really?" Personally, I love it when that happens. It makes it that much easier to sit back down and try to do it better.

My point is, nothing in this life is easy. It all takes time and patience and practice. That, and a heck of a lot of good luck. And now, I'm off to add some more awful ideas to my painfully terrible WIP.

Hooray for progress!

-Ali

When life hands you basil...

Sometimes, when things are going too smoothly in my household, my kids will come up with the darnedest things to keep me on my toes. At 5 am, my 3 year old wakes me up after he had a nightmare and wakes up the baby. The three of us snuggle on the couch and fall asleep. At about 8 am, I hear my daughter's door open. And then I fall back asleep.

Five minutes later I wake up to the smell of Italian food, and look up just in time to see my 2 year old little girl standing on a kitchen chair, emptying a bottle of paprika into the fish tank. By her feet are the empty bottles of oregano and basil.

My husband said she was helping me decide what was for dinner. Rest in peace little fish!

-Ali

Where to begin?

I've never been very good at having a real, one-on-one conversation. Blame it on my philosophy as a hermit. I'd be perfectly happy stuck at home with my laughing children and clever husband for the rest of my life, with only the occasional visitor. At least with them, its ok if I'm not witty all the time. As long as I love them- and feed them- my family is satisfied.

I think that's why I love books so much. They talk, I listen. I'm never asked to contribute anything. I just go along for the ride. Besides, my imagination has always been my favorite attribute.

That being said, its pretty easy to see why I adore writing so much. After a full day of diapers, peek-a-boo, cleaning the same rooms several times and preparing meals, there is little better than sitting in front of my computer and letting my imaginary friends do the talking. One day I hope to have my books in print. But for now, I have to put in my time and hone my craft.

Ergo this blog, which will more or less be my public practice journal, where I suppose I'll talk about my endeavors as a parent, and possibly do a book review or two. Just a little something to keep my mind busy during my down time. And who knows? Maybe one day I just might see this one last dream come true.

Happy reading!

-Ali