Weekend Coffee Share: New View on Life

Good afternoon,

Thanks for taking the time to come by and visit. My wife’s birthday is today, so give a shout out before you leave. We have a lot of coffee choices today along with some teas, so dig in and I’ll brew them with the Keurig. 

A month back, I went to the optometrist for my latest checkup. Not surprising, he says my eyesight is getting worse and that I need a stronger pair of glasses. But we decided to go a different route. We decided I would try contacts. Understand this. I wore glasses since I was four. Going from that to having something deliberately in my eyes is a huge step. So we put in an order for a trial set. I got them this past Monday and started trying them out this weekend. (I’m taking a break from them today.)

In the three days I’ve been wearing contacts, I noticed three things. One, like any other change, it takes some time to adjust. Like I said, I wore glasses for most of my life. It’s taking time to get adjusted to the strength of the contacts, too. But it’s why the eye doctor insists on making a follow-up appointment.

Two, there’s a mental game that ensues. Putting something in my eyes terrifies me. But it’s why the doctor says to practice putting your fingers in your eyes for just a few seconds, so you can used to the feeling. But even then, it’s not the same as the real thing. It took a good amount of time to get my contacts in the first time. I psyched myself out more times than I can count. But as Colleen says, I just have to get them in there. Don’t think about it too much.

And three, having contacts is not enough for everyday life. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the past couple of days wearing my contacts. Received some flattering comments from co-workers and friends. Colleen wants to go shopping for sunglasses with me. But when it comes to reading anything with contacts, it’s not so easy, especially in low light. But the doctor told me reading will be an issue. He suggested buying reading glasses from the pharmacy. So I’m looking for a pair with the right strength I need.

So with the adjustment to a new form of corrective vision, writing has been hard, but somehow I made it work. I finished what I now dub “Story 1” of my barbershop series. I sent emails to writing friends. Overall, they enjoyed the short and feel it’s ready to be posted on my blog. One of my critique partners suggested, however, that I try submitting the story to a writing contest. That is one goal I want to accomplish this year. She gave me some links to websites that are accepting submissions. So now I’m torn. Do I take a chance in submitting this story? Do I go ahead and publish it on my blog? Decisions, decisions. Definitely need to mull it over. 

Well, that is all for today. Don’t forget to wish Colleen a happy birthday. 

Until next time…

Weekend Coffee Share: Time to Mourn

Good afternoon,

Forgive my yawning, first of all. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. And probably won’t tonight. Oh well. At least I have K-cups. Help yourself. 

Now then,

I hope you don’t mind, but I want to address something that happened while on vacation. I asked on Facebook if anyone heard from my dad. This time last year, one of my aunts passed away. The family felt the loss in many ways. I assumed my dad did the most. Anyway, I posted the question in hopes that members of my family respond with something positive. I got a lot of criticism instead because I used my dad’s first name. Some took it as a sign of disrespect. I meant none, but such is the issue with social media. I removed the status last night. 

As I think about it now, I should have asked certain members of my family through Facebook Messenger. But you know how hindsight is, right?

I asked about my dad because I don’t hear from him for long periods of time. There was a moment where he called me once a month. Twice, if I was lucky. Then, he stopped calling. He wrote a letter to me once, but nothing more. The last time I saw him was in 2012. I passed through East St. Louis on a trip to visit one of my grandmothers. I wanted him to meet my wife and daughter in person. Truth be told, though, I felt a need to talk about how the divorce affected me. The day before I left for Chicago, I rode with him as he ran errands, but didn’t share. I wanted to talk to him about how I tried to build a broken relationship for years, only to be shot down. I didn’t. I regret that decision. 

Now whenever I think about him, there’s no love. No compassion. No chance for forgiveness. But I need to let these things go. My family suggested I write a letter and send it to him. I hesitated for years because I had no clue what to say. But as I think about my dad and the Facebook status I posted, the more I feel the urge to write it. I feel the words coming to me. How long it will be? It doesn’t matter. I just need to pour my soul into it. I need to express how much disdain I have for him. The letter needs to happen. I need to “bury” him and what’s left of my relationship, which is nonexistent.

I’m sorry for bogging you down with my issue. I know that’s not what you came for. Still, I’m glad you stuck around. I hope things went well for you. Let me know in the comments. 

Until next time…

Cutting Edge: An IWSG Follow-Up

Good afternoon,

I want to share a little something about what I’m writing right now. In my last IWSG post, I evaluated some goals for this year. One is to start a short story series. I tried the past couple of years to get the ball rolling, but I hit dead ends. Regardless of reasons, I failed to meet this goal. But this year, I believe I am on the verge of something. 

It started with a dare. My wife challenged me to write a light-hearted story set in a barbershop. I laughed it off, but wrote it anyway, thinking it was a waste. But I showed it to her and one of my writing friends on Facebook. They enjoyed it, much to my surprise.

I wrote the first draft three weeks ago. I’m on the fourth draft now. It’s much different than the first draft, including a new title (still temporary). I’m on the fence on whether or not to post this story on my blog. I’m a perfectionist when it comes to writing, so I want everything to be perfect. (I’m working on purging that mentality from my thought process.)

While writing drafts on this story, I thought about this as the first of a short story series. If I do post this story on my blog, the series will be exclusive. I have a title for the series, Cutting Edge. (The idea came from the name of a barbershop I visited when I was younger.) I’m brainstorming characters and storylines. I created a Pinterest board for the series, pinning hairstyles, models, and barbershops of course. (It’s a secret board for the time being.) And I spoke to a couple of friends on their experiences with the barbershop institution. I gained a lot of insight from the conversations. Insights that can lead to potential conflicts in and out the barbershop.

As I mentioned in the IWSG post, I am particularly passionate about this goal. I hear it’s better not to share your progress on a project. I know this to be true because I shared goals on this blog before and I felt disappointed when I failed to meet those goals. Too much pressure on myself, I suppose. But I learned another way to look at it. I believe seeing my goals on my blog gives me something to strive for. And, if other people see my goals, it can lead to accountability. So I’m taking a chance.

Until next time…

Weekend Coffee Share: Spontaneity on Spring Break

Good afternoon,

First of all, sorry I wasn’t here yesterday. I was in Savannah. I got home late last night. So I’m a little tired still. I need some coffee and more. I have to go to work later today, so the visit is going to be short. 

Like I said, my family and I spent the weekend in Savannah. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. I got half of the week off for Zoe’s Spring Break. So Colleen thought of the idea to pack some things and go down to Savannah. I had never been before, but there was talk within my family to do it.  We decided to go for it. 

On Friday morning, we left. I drove five hours. Not long with refueling and bathroom breaks. When we arrived, we passed through a poor neighborhood. It reminded me a lot of parts of Atlanta, Chicago, and pretty much all of East St. Louis. A lot of houses boarded up. Once we passed through, I felt like we entered another city. I saw housing and business unlike anything I’ve seen in Atlanta. I saw stores I didn’t expect, like H&M. Businesses only found in Savannah. When I finally found a parking garage (after traveling narrow one-way streets), we took in the sights. (I’m sorry I don’t have pictures. Colleen does most of the photography.)

We checked into a hotel (again, spur-of-the-moment) and got a little rest before traveling to Statesboro to meet up with Colleen’s brother and his wife. We had Olive Garden for dinner. Colleen and Philip talked about old classmates while his wife, Rachel, and I talked about books and writing.  My brother-in-law paid for us. That was nice. 

Saturday, Colleen planned the day a little better, but still spur-of-the-moment. We met up with a friend we knew from church at The Foxy Loxy, a very nice coffee shop. I explored a little while the women talked. It has an upstairs seating area. (Again, I apologize for not having pictures.) After spending some time with her, we drove about two minutes to a park to meet Colleen’s friend from school. I looked after the kids while they caught up. Colleen’s friend invited us to stay with her the next time we come down.

After the on-the-fly reunions, we went to Tybee Island, just outside of Savannah. It was the only thing that was planned. I was surprised that I had to pay for parking, no matter where I went. But it was fine. Manageable. For Zoe and Jaxon, it was their first time. It was a little chilly with the wind. She didn’t want to leave, but she shivered a lot. Still, it was a fitting end to a wonderful trip. 

We enjoyed our trip to South Georgia. Very exciting. I look forward to next year, when we’ll have a better plan. But even then, we’ll have room for spontaneity. 

Until next time…

My Writing Journey So Far: An IWSG Post

Here is my latest post for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group. Every first Wednesday of the month, I and many other bloggers publish posts in the hopes to encourage writers of all levels. 

Today, I am assessing my writing goals for the first three months.

I didn’t announce all my goals in previous posts for fear that I would be a failure if I didn’t accomplish said goals. That being said, I think it’s about time I bring these goals to light. It’s like losing weight. You need an idea of where you want to be. And you need a plan to reach that “finish line,” whatever that may be. Equally as important is having people to hold you accountable, to spur you on when you feel like quitting and give you a swift kick in the rear when they see you’re waning. I’ve been lucky enough to find some writing buddies that I can pass my work along and will be honest with me. I need that in many facets of my life. 

Okay, on to the assessment…

Goal #1: Write a short story outside my genre. For those who don’t know already, I write Mainstream Fiction. It’s what I “know.” But I want to try other genres to give myself a challenge, especially in the short story category. I hear writing in genres to a hardcore degree is difficult. But a writer seeks to push himself; to not limit himself to one genre. Out of the genres and subgenres out there, I chose Science Fiction because it’s a genre that fascinates me above all else. I have a rough draft, but nothing past that point. I’m going over it and realize there’s more I need to add to the story. That’s what a rough draft is for, obviously. For now, I’m putting it on the shelf until I can work out the details better. 

Goal #2:  Compile short stories for a series. I’m focusing on this goal more than the others. And this is a goal I sought after last year, but failed. I think the big reason was that there weren’t enough stories to build on. But now, I believe I have legitimate stories I can build serials on. One idea came from a story I wrote on a dare; a story set in a barbershop. I wrote it thinking I wasn’t going to like it. But the more I invested, the more it grew on me. So now I’m brainstorming ideas for stories in this barbershop setting.

The second idea, again from a story, is a series of stories set in transit stations. Bus stops, subway stations, wherever. I shared the “first” story to a writing friend. She said it has potential. That’s something to go on. Juggling between these two will be hard to do, but I believe it can be done. 

Goal #3: Submit a story for publication. This is another work in progress, but this is more about overcoming the mental blocks I’ve put up over the years. I follow one blogger who posts writing contests once a month. I read them and make note of entry fees, deadlines, rewards, and so forth. And a friend on Twitter sent me an email with links to writing magazines. I’m researching them, too. And I receive emails from two websites always looking for submissions.

Despite these resources, I have yet to follow through on any of them. Why? Because I fear rejection. The last time I had a story published was Freshman year of college. Taking classes on Creative Writing and reading stories from my peers reinforced my fears. Obviously not intentional, but I kept comparing their works to mine, like it was second nature. I doubted myself then, and doubt myself now. I’m working on overcoming those doubts and taking the plunge. Being on a deadline helps. 

And finally…

Goal #4: Write a short story a month. It’s been said that a writer should be able to write a short story a week. The same blogger I follow posts a story a week on her blog. I’ve never been a person to write that fast. But I can, if I apply myself. I cite schedules, duties to family, lack of energy, not having enough ideas. You get the point. But all that’s false; all I’m doing is making up excuses.

There are three reasons I can churn out a story. One, I don’t have to be on a laptop to get words down. I have a notebook. I have a smartphone with Google Docs. Two, I can make time to write. I can “sacrifice” free time to write scenes out. And three, after I read a post on a writing blog, I realized I’ve been approaching short story writing wrong. There’s a formula that breaks down the steps to writing a short story. So within my goal of writing a story a month, I shall attempt to write a story a week. 

Weekend Coffee Share: Lights, Camera, Action

Good morning,

Good to see you. I apologize for the scattered mess in my kitchen. Colleen started selling makeup a couple of weeks ago. I’ll get into that in a minute. In the meantime, I’ll get the Keurig cups. Let me know what you want. We also have orange juice and milk and a couple of protein shakes. I’ll wait…

Okay, settled in? Good. 

First of all, it’s good to see you. I know last week, I dropped a lot since I missed the week before. We’ll I’m happy to report we’re in the clear. We’re getting back into our routine, somewhat. It’s going to take a little while.

Yesterday, I bought a book written by my old professor from Georgia State. Being that he taught a thesis on Creative Writing, it made sense that he would have a published book. I bought “Luminous Myesteries.” He has another book that I’m going to hunt down. I think it’s a collection of short stories. I’m going to look it up today. Colleen thinks I should shoot an email to him, catch up on old times. I don’t know if he’ll remember me, and I’m a little ashamed that I don’t have anything published since graduating. Still, it can’t hurt to reach out to him. He may be the mentor I’m searching for.

Now, as I mentioned before, Colleen is selling makeup for Younique. One of her friends sold her on the idea. It’s been a few weeks now. She’s posting Facebook Live videos, demonstrating some of the products. I was in one of her videos, where I put on a cleansing mask as well as a couple of other products. Truth be told, it felt good to have that spa-like treatment. I should do it more often. As far as her business goes, she’s gotten a few customers. She wishes more leads would bite. Like anything else, it’s going to take time. I imagine this is what marketing looks like. 

Seeing Colleen post videos on Facebook, marketing herself, has me thinking. Though I don’t have a manuscript in the works, it’s never too early to showcase your talents. I have other Facebook friends who share their personal opinions on different subjects. I have opinions I want to share. Opinions on writing, personal care, politics ( though I try to avoid them), etc. My problem is that I tend to ramble, which is odd because I write stories where there’s not a lot of room for fluff. I’m a scatterbrain when it comes to speaking. Now I’m not saying I need a script. It’s live, so there’s a level of authenticity. I just think I need to reel in the randomness.

Well, that is all for today. I know I promised a quarterly assessment of my writing goals for the year, but I’m saving it for my next Insecure Writer’s Support Group coming this Wednesday. So stop by my blog Wednesday if you feel up for it. 

Until next time…