Words weigh a ton 2/7/12

• A grueling day at the notebook.  Finished three pieces for my memoir today, and sent out a query packet to a new agent.  My memoir is titled Life Gone South (when I ran away to live at the beach and be a writer).  Coming soon to a book store near you.  I hope.  If I can ever get an agent interested in it, or the novel I wrote.  What I did today might not sound like a lot to you, but words must weigh a ton.  My body feels like I carried bricks all day.  This writing business is heavy duty work.  But I love it.  Want to keep on doing it as long as I can.
• Another gray day in Myrtle Beach, but there was a slice of diffuse sunshine enough to get me out walking.  Went to the mini mart to buy my Mega Millions tickets -- I'm ever the hopeful fool -- and walked back up the beach into the northeast wind slapping my face.  Mother Ocean kept me company.  She never quits, she is relentlessly pounding the sand.  And so will I.  I won't give up.  I've tasted this dream of being a writer, of words and thoughts pouring out of me like nectar from the holy grail, and I love it.  It's what makes me come alive.  Everyone needs that one thing that makes them come alive and keeps them getting up hopeful every day.  Writing is mine.  Hope you find yours.
• Now it's time for a little writer TLC in the hot tub.  Relax those muscles, tight and sore from writing a ton of words.