Twitter

I consider myself an intelligent person, but sometimes it feels like the world of technology is just moving too fast for me to catch up. And I don't have time to spend playing around with each new networking site that pops up teaching myself how to use it, because by the time I've figured it out, everyone will be over on the next one. :)

The allure of twitter was hard to resist. I got myself an account and before long I had myself some followers, but I still hadn't tweeted. I was tweet-shy. What if I tweeted wrong?

Then I heard about Tweet Camp. (It's like a web-based version of Twitter for Dummies.) But now I feel as though I can tweet with confidence.

I'm @jennymeyerhoff if anyone wants to follow me.

And now I'm off to tweet my first tweet.

Nearing the N*

I'm so close to finishing the latest revision of the mg I'm currently working on. It's been very slow going, like pulling teeth. I remember reading somewhere of a writer who talked about that phenomenon. They way writing sometimes pours out of your pen almost effortlessly, and then other times the process is so slow and painful you can hardly bear it. The writer's point (and I wish I could remember who made it so I could credit him/her)was that in the finished product it was impossible to tell which was which. The slow and painful parts could be just as good (or not good) as the quick and easy parts.

Which means...
you have to keep writing, even when it feels impossible. What it feels like often bears no relation to what it is.

Only now I'm at the impatient part. The end is in sight and I want to sprint to the finish line, but with three kids beginning summer vacation, I don't think sprinting is going to happen.

Slow and steady wins the race?

(Does anyone remember that song? C is the way it begins. H is the next letter in. I is the middle of the word and C, well you already heard. K is a kind of a hen. E now we're nearing the N. C-H-I-C-K-E-N, that's the way you spell Chicken.)

A Writing Trainer

Recently I've started doing pilates with a personal trainer. (After having three kids, I had no ab strength left.) What I've discovered is how much nicer it is to work out with a trainer than by myself. She plans the workout I do. She cheers me on or tells me to push myself a little harder. She also tells me when I should stop, when she sees that my muscles are just too fatigued to continue. It's taken away all the stress of overanalyzing my workouts. Did I push myself hard enough? Did I overdo it? (Or maybe I'm the only one who does this.)

It's gotten me thinking, too. How nice would it be to have a writing trainer?

Everyday when I sat down at my computer she'd tell me exactly what I was going to work on during that writing session. She'd cheer me on whenever I started to flag. "Come on. One more paragraph! You're almost at the end of the page." She'd push me when I started to slack. "Close your inbox! Turn off your wireless connection. No stopping until the chapter is finished!"

And the best part, at the end of every session she'd give me a nice shoulder rub to prevent cramping!

I know I'm joking, but seriously? There are days where I really might consider paying for such a person. :)