09 March 2013

Writing Fit

One trend I've noticed among writers – we are not very fit. It’s hard to keep up a good walking pace when your head is in the clouds dreaming up an amazing new scene or to keep track of what rep you are on while also conjuring up a wonderful new character. Then there is all that sitting to get those scenes and characters out of your head so others can share in the wonder. Also, between the general stuff of life and trying to carve out time to write fixing healthy meals can go by the wayside.  A good way to keep up the motivation to move and eat healthy is encouragement from other. So, between posts on this blog, highlights on twitter, and  comments on Facebook I thought we could keep each other motivated, fit, and writing healthy.

What do you do to stay fit as a writer?

You can follow me at twitter @nicole_m_white 
For our fit and healthy encourgament tweets lets use the tage #amwritingfit

Here's to a  healthy YOU!

01 March 2013

Pensive Sky

The moist air enveloped me as soon as I stepped out of the small commuter plane and onto the tarmac at the airport set next to the Columbia River (Portland, Oregon). The sky teased me showing blue and sun. For the three days since it has been the pensive gray so germane to this part of our country. Today I went to visit a friend. I heard a dog bark next door and my heart leaped.  Shadow, the puppy I picked out seven years ago (when I lived in Virginia) was adopted by a new family when we moved. I must admit as much as I love him Shadow was not a good fit for our family nor my very allergic son-in-law who we see all the time now that we live in the same town. Still, it was hard to hear that familiar bark and because the family was not home, I could not even see him. Thoughts of his goofy smile and too big feet and wicked strong tail that could bruise you when he wagged it in excitement brought a few tears to my eyes. I then headed out of town to our former home, set on two lovely lush acres in the country. I delivered some items that should have stayed with the house when we moved. My primroses, the ones I planted the day we moved in on that sunny April day were blooming along the walk. The bleeding hearts my mom got me for my birthday one year were pushing up new shoots.  I cried (and the tears are still flowing as I write this) as I drove down the long driveway lined with the just emerging daffodils the kids and I planted one fall.  Back home in Utah I have primroses sitting on my kitchen window sill to be planted when it warms a bit. In the corner of my bedroom sit cans of paint – pensive sky – a soothing blueish gray.