No More Excuses For Writer’s Block

If you’re friends with me on Facebook–and if you’re not, then come say hello!–you’ve already seen all the pictures I posted of Tiny Doors around Atlanta:

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I am in love with Tiny Doors! The Beneficent Mr. Hall? Not so much. So when Juniorette Hall offered to take me on a Tiny Door adventure, I was thrilled! (So was she. I mean, Tiny Doors and me? More fun than a barrel of monkeys!):

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Anyway, it wasn’t long before I started my newest WIP. And if you want to know about my “research” + idea = WIP win, take a look over at the Muffin today where I expound upon “The Best Excuse For Doing What You Love.”

And P.S. I also love those popsicles from King of Pops. D’oh. Now all I can think about is eating one of those popsicles! Wonder what Juniorette Hall is doing today?

Summer Love

School’s out for SUMMER!

Oh, my goodness, y’all. I don’t have any Junior Halls in school anymore, and Lord knows, it’s been forever since I was in school, but I still get a thrill when school’s out for summer.

When I was kid, summer was vacation and the beach and swimming and hot dogs. But mostly, summer was reading whatever I wanted to read.

All school year long, I had homework and sports and homework and chores and homework and book reports. I hated writing book reports. Mostly because we’d have to choose a book from this list of biographies, or a book from this list of historical fiction, or a book from this list of states or…well, you get the picture. It’s a wonder that school didn’t ruin reading for me.

Summer saved me. Or more accurately, the public library saved me. My mom would drive me to the big public library on Bull Street in Savannah and let me choose whatever books my little heart desired.

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Thus began my love affair with the public library. Sad to say, I wasn’t true to my first love on Bull Street. As the years passed, I’ve fallen for many a public library, in cities all over Georgia. And now that I’m a writer, I’m seeing my true love in a whole new light. I mean, I thought I knew all my present library’s secrets, but I was wrong. And if you want to know why, check out “The Best-Kept Writer’s Secret” over at the Muffin. It’s one summer love I don’t mind sharing!

The Exciting Job of Writer!

DSC03525-BSo I went to the bank last week and it’s a good thing I did or I wouldn’t have anything to say at the Muffin.

Mostly, I talked about “What Successful Writers Do (Besides Writing)” and if you want to know more about those money-making ventures, then off you go!

For those of you not interested in money-making ventures (or improving your writing skills), then stick around for a little writer philosophizing. Because it happened again. At the bank, I mean. When the guy helping me order checks found out I was a writer, he literally stopped typing and looked up. Suddenly, I wasn’t a boring, middle-aged woman. I was a writer!

Why do you suppose people find writers so exciting? What is it about this profession that’s so interesting to the non-writing world? I would say it’s an arts thing–my daughter would get the same reaction when she was a dancer–but when people find out I once worked in radio, you can see the gears shift, too. So clearly, there are certain professions that appear more exotic than others.

I get lion-tamer or glass-blower or even fireman. Those are some mighty interesting jobs; then again, there’s an element of danger there. But writer? The only danger I’m in is my checking account dipping below the amount needed to keep from paying a monthly maintenance fee.

Actually, I can see how working in radio would seem exciting, too. It was fun even if I wasn’t making much money. (And by “much money”, I mean “hardly enough money to make ends meet.”) There are lots of jobs like radio that seem exciting–professional baseball player, wine taster, paranormal investigator–but really, the excitement comes in short bursts. The rest of the time, it’s just same-old, same-old boring job.

But writer? It’s an exciting burst to get a contract or sign with an agent or even see your byline out there in the world. But I don’t see John Q. Public getting all worked up over that kind of excitement. So I’m asking you, dear writer readers. What do you think it is about the profession of writing that would make a millennial look up from his desk and start a twenty minute conversation with a woman in glasses, sporting a couple age spots?

Because it seems to me that someone in such an exciting job should be making way more money. If only I could figure out why.

Blogs, They Are A-Changin’

cathy blog screenHave y’all noticed anything different about the blog here at Cathy C. Hall? Go on. I’ll give you a few minutes to think on it…

Yeah, it’s nothing earth-shattering. It’s just that you haven’t seen as much of Cathy C. Hall as you might have in the past nine years.

Nine years. NINE years, y’all. That’s how long I’ve been keeping up the blogging routine in one or two or even three blogs. But times change; people change, too. And so you can read all about my Change of (Blogging) Heart over at the Muffin.

And just out of curiosity…how many of you noticed that I wasn’t posting nearly as much as I used to post? And how many of you have changed your blogging habits–and why?

So until next week–or maybe the week after–happy writing!

(Semi-Important)Things I Learned This Week

file4111342838965Oh. My. Word. I was off this week, packing up a lifetime or so of stuff in my parent’s house and I didn’t have cable or internet.

So I went to the library parking lot–because you can use their hotspot 24/7–and it wasn’t working.

Are you kidding me?

I found out some interesting things about Cathy C. Hall this week, y’all:

  1. I can live fairly easily without TV.
  2. I can read an entire book in a couple days, if I don’t have TV. (I so loved Suzanne Lilly’s Gold Rush Barons!)
  3. I get a little testy by Day 2, sans the interwebs.
  4. I get a LOT testy by Day 4, sans the interwebs.
  5. You may not want to be around me on Day 5, sans the interwebs.

Anyway, I’m home now to my 24/7 interwebs which brings me to two┬áthree more things:

  1. You might have missed my post on The Muffin this week called “Selling Books, 24/7.” You can still zip over and catch up because hey, it’s about selling books, 24/7.
  2. And I found a delightful email in the PACKED inbox about WOW! Women-on-Writing’s being named as a Writer’s Digest 101 Best Websites for Writers! And that includes all the bloggers over at the Muffin! And that makes me a winner!WDBestWebIconsmall_zps9cscebaq
  3. Would anyone care to come over and unpack all my stuff? ‘Cause I’m kind of tied up on the interwebs, 24/7.