Melinda Jones Carroll: I went to my kids' school, one thing led to another, and now I'm looking forward to a sleepless night....

Sunday, September 12, 2010

I went to my kids' school, one thing led to another, and now I'm looking forward to a sleepless night....

Makes you wonder what the connection is, doesn't it? I'm seriously considering making all my post titles like this-- a continuation of my blog theme "and one thing led to another..."

So what was the thing that brought me from my kids' school to my sleepless night?

A cold.

Yep, I have a cold and I'm miserable. I'm fairly certain I caught it at that giant petri dish that is an elementary school (not just mine-- all schools, or any place where there are large gatherings of kids sharing things they shouldn't). And I am now in the cough stage, which means I will be up all night and by morning my ribs, back, and throat will hurt. Oh joy.

So what does this have to do with writing?

Absolutely nothing.

2 comments:

WhitnySeptember 13, 2010 at 3:37 PM
Oh no. I hope you get better soon. And that you didn't give it to me. Ha
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Jennifer GriffithSeptember 13, 2010 at 6:38 PM
Sure it has something to do with writing. You can examine your misery and then transpose it onto your characters with honesty and realism! Suffer and mine it for all it's worth, eh?

Get well soon, btw!
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About Me

I'm a wife, a mom, and a writer-- usually in that order, but sometimes I get my rolls confused.

I've been a lover of good writing and literature since I was a child. I have a BA from BYU in (of course) English Literature, and though I don't read it exclusively, I tend to find myself hovering around the Fantasy sections of the book store.

I've always loved writing, but I never thought I'd write fiction (if I had, I definitely would've taken more creative writing classes in college *sigh*). But two and a half years ago I was up at a cabin for a family reunion, driving through the pine trees and the rolling hills, when the thought came to me, "this would be a great setting for a story." My mind took off from there and hasn't slowed down since.

So now here I am, hearing voices in my head, waking up in the middle of the night with a great plot twist, and forcing my children to ask me questions three or four times because my mind is off wondering through enchanted forests and magical kingdoms.