It was hard. I didn’t know if I could make it. So I packed up my notebook for Scorpio, laptop, Ipad, chargers and of course my phone to take down with me to Boynton Beach on a visit to a long awaited cousin’s reunion. We hadn’t seen each other in over five years.
This get together took a long time to arrange. To get snow birds and NY family to come down at the same time to the same area in Florida is no easy feat. Anyone who has tried to arrange a reunion will attest to that! I had no idea if they knew I was having two novels coming out this year. Turns out they did. News in my family travels fast. It was so wonderful seeing everyone and I have the best supportive cousins, ever. I think I created in them a NY Street team. Everyone was so excited and happy for me, it was endearing. And thank Goodness, all of us are healthy and still having fun! We reminisced about our moms who were sisters and brothers. They told me things I didn’t know, because as I was told, I was too young to remember. I’m still the baby of the cousins and as old as we get, I’ll always be the baby, and the renegade. All through my adventures growing up and through my out -of- the- box careers, I was always asked, “What’s cousin Ronschkoo (my nickname! One day I’ll name a character that!) up to?” Well, I’m still up to, a lot!
Bob has been on a mission, since we came to Florida, to find unsalted Borscht. We traveled at least a fifty mile radius. Finally, on Wednesday, he found it! He bought every jar they had. So thank you, Publix of Boynton Beach! You made Bob happy!
Now, here’s where it gets complicated. Yes, I was able to work on my phone adding comments to my previous blog, work my ten plus tribes in Triberr, Tweet, Retweet and work Facebook, but I didn’t take the time away from my cousins with whom we were staying, to lock myself in a room and write. Chapter two of Scorpio was gnawing at my soul to come out. The opening chapter is a heavy hitter, with the inciting incident, (not telling specifics here, no matter how much you beg). At night my protagonist and heroine, Samantha Wright, from Aries kept sending me messages. I even heard her yelling at me, “Let’s go Ronnie. Get this show on the road!” She was less than patient with me, as she was, all the while writing Aries.
Anyway, I was becoming frustrated. What that means, is my delving into foods I shouldn’t be and haven’t been eating in over fourteen months. On the trip down, I was somewhat good, well mostly good, at all the rest stops. At my cousins house, the first day, I indulged a little. By the second day, in the fabulous Italian restaurant, I blew it! I had some bread, and much of the sauce on my chicken Marsala. At night I had frozen yogurt. And I blew it at the rest stops today, eating half the bread on a sandwich.
So what does this mean? The point of this blog. Here’s my own mind-body connection analysis. I’m addicted to writing. It’s a positive passion in my life, one with which I cannot live without. It’s a way of channeling energy into something constructive and measureable. The end result being a marketable manuscript. If I’m not writing, I indulge in less healthy activities. When I’m creating my characters, engrossed in their insanities, configuring plot twists, writing what readers don’t expect at the moment, then the ha ha, it works, all I need is an ice coffee by my desk. I don’t think about food and I can stay on track. Maybe, just may, writing has been the impetus for me losing forty pounds since 2011. The timing is a match! So tomorrow, Scorpio is continued.
Now, I’m going to ask you. How long can you go without writing? What happens to you when you don’t write, that you don’t like? What discomfort do you feel throughout your body? I’d love to develop a conversation.
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