I want to write a book and try to get it published. I thought building a space, albeit tiny, free of cats would help and maybe it will some. But I still cannot concentrate in here. Too many cats. The hissy spitty brawls breaking out, the things suddenly crashing over they've climbed....the list goes on of the distractions curious playful cats can so easily create.
I have to get away from here to be able to concentrate. But where can I find a quiet space and how will I do it, without a computer to take with me, to write with?
The other solution involves distracting the cat themselves away from here. Oh yes I've learned from them. I've become devious like a cat. And now, to use these skills they've taught me against them. Whahahahaha......!
I don't know the answer yet, but I'm trying to figure one out. I've wanted to try to write a book and even a screenplay for a very long time. May not end up as any good but then again maybe it might. You don't know til you try.
I can write things out quickly for this blog, without editing or even thinking much. But to write a book I need to concentrate and for that I need a place of some quiet. I'm going to find a way.
I am a Cat Woman. My self-appointed mission in life is to save the feline world! To accomplish this mission, I get cats fixed. Perhaps my mission might be slightly delusional. This blog is a mishmash of wishful thinking, rants, experiences as I remember them and of course, cat stories and cat photos. I have a nonprofit now, to help keep the cats here cared for and to fix community cats. Happy Cat Club formed in 2015. Currently, we are on a mission to fix 10,000 cats.
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cats and kids...same thing. Privacy seems to be something we all crave yet have so little of these days - I often thought if i lived on my own, without any other people, i'd have all i wanted but i realize now i wouldn't because, likeyou, i would have cats, and obviously they interfere as much as kids do....
ReplyDeletethey know when someone is home and NOT paying attention to them.
Just keep at it - I keep a pad of paper with me everywhere and jot things down as i can - this is my eventual book.....when i do have some rare free time i transfer it to my word processor and work on it then....
Some of my colleagues go to fast food places or coffee shops for this reason, to get away from kids and cats etc -- if they don't have laptops, they write on paper and transcribe later. I'm in total admiration of two friends who just published books -- both have jobs plus two and three kids, repectively. Can you imagine.
ReplyDeleteTimetravel is right, Strayer. Cats, jobs, kids, spouses, families, work, just plain *life* rarely allow any of us the luxury of getting away to write in peace :). I found that looking for 'the perfect moment' i.e. when no-one else was disturbing me actually became a liability for me as the search for the perfect moment just led me to not write! I've finally realized the perfect quiet place and time will never happen, and if I want to write I just have to do it right here, with all the distractions and interruptions! So just do it :)! I think I've mentioned before that I think your life story has potential to be a great book -- the childhood with the family dynamics, father, mother cowed down etc, your insights have been so revealing about how the rest bonded...the experiences with mental care systems and war on psych drugs, your escape and friends, living as a homeless person, your rebirth and transformation to someone who saves lives...each of those stories...
Of course you may be thinking of writing on something completely different...either way, you GO GIRL :)!
I've wanted to write a book for a long time too. So many things I want to say!! Having a cat-free zone has really helped me in just about everything. I love coming into my cozy office space in the basement and working on the computer, making phone calls, etc. Go for it!
ReplyDeleteHey, we have a bunch of wannabewritersofbooks here!!! Let's see who gets finished first lol.....
ReplyDeleteI bet lots of people have interesting life stories - I know just surviving the mental health system anywhere can be a horrendous challenge; even more so in a state dominated by religious leanings. I would imagine the same could hold for, say, Utah - ...Ever since deregulation of mental health facilities and such, care has gone downhill. Our current homeless population is one such result.
I can still remember, almost three decades ago in my mental health 101 class watching a movie called something like From institutions to back allies or back streets....anyway, it focused on those released from hospitals and such -who were getting at least maintenance care - and suddenly on their own in a world they were unprepared to handle. That was one major abuse of the system. Another,more current one - is their mode of drug therapy for everything. There is nothing wrong with meds for temporary help in anxiety and such - or for the severely schizophrenic (lets make sure we get a correct diagnosis, of course - another problem) - but its not a cureall and certainlynot meant to be longterm. Oh, I could go on and on....
Institutions are horrible places and always have been. There have been large graveyards uncovered beside institutions where mental patients are buried, many of them merely women who talked back, dissenters in workplaces, or wives husbands wanted rid of. The problem with mental illnesses is there are no diagnostics. Diagnosis is always subjective and thus very very subject to the mood of the diagnoser, who can ruin lives with his or her labels and face no consequences for so doing. Until definitive medical tests are developed, mental illness and whether a person has one or not is only in the mind of the shrink who sees them. Institutional life is hell, with extreme abuse, nothing to do, over drugging. It is not hospitalization. It is warehouse living and often in a house of horrors, where one has no control or say in their fate. Emptying these monstrous dumps was a good thing. Having no place people could go afterwards, a bad thing. But that does not mean institutions were ever anything but human garbage dumps, which they still are. Take Oregon State Hospital for instance.
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