Prompts

 I had scribbled down an idea for this weeks blog.  All I remember about it is that I had used the edge of a piece of paper that had other stuff on it.  Of course, when I sat down to write this blog, I couldn't find the note.  It happens a lot.  A perfect line for the book I'm working on will show up in my mind and I will grab whatever is handy to write it on.  And then when I need it, it's lost in all the other random pieces of paper.

I do remember that it was something about working on the rewrite of the third book in the Crochet and Crumpet series.  I wasn't really happy with the title FALLING LEAVES and for now it is called  TEA YARN AND MURDER.  Since I can't find the paper, I'll just wing it.

Instead of editing what I have already written, I am taking bits of it and writing  the whole thing anew.  Ah, it just came back to me what I had scribbled on the piece of paper for the blog.  It was about prompts for writing.  The notes I scribble are just that, prompts for what follows.It's as if they open the door for me to write what comes after.  The ultimate prompt is coming up with the first few lines of a book.

I have new inspiration for the rewrite from my recent visit to the area in Indiana where the book takes place.  I had imagined dried fields of corn stalks and then there I was looking at several of them.  Other fields were empty waiting for the next years' crop to be planted just as I had seen in my imagination.

There is a barber shop in the book I'm working on.  I had imagined its location in the fictitious town of Franklin.  What a surprise when a real barber shop was in the exact spot in the real town that I used as a basis.  

I managed to deal with the frustrations that I blogged about last week.  I think I took care of the problem I had signing in for a video appointment.  This week, it worked.  The other issue with the settlement over AI stealing a bunch of my books also seems settled.  When I reread the email, I realized I had already taken care of the situation and didn't have to go through the painstaking effort of resubmitting a claim.  Now, fingers crossed that they do as they said and start sending out payments this month.

 I put all dark thoughts on hold and had my breakfast outside  in my yard.   It was warm and sunny and the only flaw was the smell and sound of the gas leaf blower in my neighbor's  yard.  I was glad to take advantage of  the last day of the sunny warm weather as tomorrow the temperature drops and rain is in the forecast.

Butt then it takes a rainy day to really appreciate the sunny ones.