I am so out of the loop when it comes to news and stuff this week. Ask me if I care.

Got one assignment done, 1/3 way through second. Getting back to it after a walk to get the mocha latte I was craving...

Confusion is always the most honest response. - Marty Indik

The sun is out in Oregon! Must go walking...

Finished first assignment. Breakfast with fellow writers now!

Happy birthday, J. Steven York. Let there be cake!

My column for this week is online: http://ping.fm/KnpDq

Ugh. Bad headache. Wearing sunglasses in room to stave off migraine...

Just spent a half hour sprawled on my bed reading. No one looking for me. Was restful.

Saying hi to old friends and new...a number of people from the Master Class I attended last year are here.

Met Kelly at airport. Yay, don't have to walk to Lincoln City!

LOL! Driver of shuttle just asked me about Florida mountains!

Doing bad imitation of an awake person. Body demands to know what time it really is.

Finally! Hello, Portland!

928 words done on wip: almost 400 on plane & rest at gate. May stretch legs briefly before boarding call.

Was delayed getting out of Tampa due to lightning: arrived at Dallas a half hour late. Plenty of time to make connection so all good.

Met a mom traveling with 3 kids. Makes what I'm doing seem easy.

Bluish clouds outside gate. My nervous flyer persona stirring....

Whoohoo! Suitcase under 50 pounds, no extra charge slapped on!

In the space of two minutes we've nearly been hit by two drivers trying to get in or out of turn lanes. Is this crazy driver day?

On my way to Tampa International Airport. Destination: Oregon. Writers workshops, here I come!

Leaving tomorrow for 17 days of writing workshops/vacation...pre-trip panic is in full force...

James took mom-in-law to doctor for me. Put roast in oven and envelopes on Don's desk to go out in mail.

Things to do today: laundry, mail out stuff, write daily words, take mom-in-law to doctor, help Don program PDA. Lots to do.

#wip 300 pages, 70,000 words...racing towards the end...

No column this week thanks to flaky Internet. Instead, new blog post on the media's attention to Michael Jackson's death: http://ping.fm/0RfTE

THE BIG NEWS VERSUS THE REAL NEWS

First thing I have to say: the death of Michael Jackson does merit some attention.

I was at Brewster’s, my favorite local coffee shop, trying to get some work done when Breaking News from CNN popped into my email inbox. That’s when I learned that Michael Jackson, at the young age of 50 (and since I’m 51, yes, 50 IS young) was being rushed to the hospital after suffering cardiac arrest. Not long afterwards I found out he was dead.

Whether you liked him or not, Michael Jackson was a major force in modern music. If he isn’t the father of the music video, at the very least one of those who helped it become what it is today.

Long before his death, I already had the “Thriller” and “Beat It” music videos on my Ipod. This was the Michael Jackson I admired. The handsome young man who sang with power and moved with grace.

I don’t know what happened that made him change. I’m not sure anyone will ever know. But this isn’t the time nor the place to go over his latter years and what he may or may not have done. That is because while I am talking about Michael Jackson, that is not the true topic of this column.

Here is what I’m troubled by: while I agree that Michael Jackson’s death is news, I’m not convinced that it’s worth the AMOUNT of news devoted to it.

The day he died it was as if the news outlets forgot about anything else going on in the world. Farrah Fawcett, who’d died of cancer that morning, was pushed out of spotlight quickly. Iranians protesting the elections? What Iranians?

The day after his death I saw news trucks all parked in front of the LA coroner’s office waiting breathlessly for autopsy results. Both days Jackson was lionized with words, time and attention I haven’t heard for the death of a president.

One news story reported how what I believe was Gary, Indiana had named a street after the Jackson family. The admiration in the reporter’s words and tone might make you think the city had dome something important, such as opened a new library or free clinic or maybe lowered the crime rate. Nope – it had named a street after the Jackson family. That was considered a big deal.

And as we’ve seen in other deaths of famous people, there’s been enough questions raised to feed the 24 hour news cycle. Is there a will, isn’t there a will, what really killed the pop star, what about the kids?

Oh yeah, let’s not forget there are three kids who’ve just lost their dad. What must this news orgy look like to them? Hopefully, Jackson’s mother (who as I type this has custody of the children) has been able to keep them away from the worst of the reports. The news outlets certainly won’t care if the kids are exploited – after all, they’re news!

And do you want to know the worst thing about this? The news outlets aren’t spending all this time on the story just because they’re obsessed with celebrity (though some of them probably are). They are filling the airwaves with this story, pushing more important ones on the back burner if not ignoring them entirely, because they know that a lot more people will tune in to hear the latest about Michael Jackson and the aftermath of his death then they will to hear about Iranian protesters or bills before Congress that will impact our lives.

What does that say about us viewers?

Finished book. Now getting ready to type daily words.

Putting things on hold to finish "Paris to the Moon."

Don & his mom went to cookout a while ago. Sitting in inlaw's room watching "Alien."

Had great time at cookout. Back home, checking email and stuff.

4th of July cookout! Due to father-in-law needing constant care family is attending in shifts - I get to go first.

Confirmed column was sent Wednesday night. Kicking Internet.

Editor emailed saying column never arrived. Will kick laptop, Internet, and/or self when I get home & figure out what happened.

On the way to Orlando with Don for an afternoon of shopping and Transformers 2 in IMAX.

Brain wants to go on strike. I said we would AFTER we write our daily words...

Pouring down rain. Potted four herb plants in pantry. Pantry is now a mess.

Just calculated that I've written 73,564 new words of fiction so far this year. Have a shot at breaking 200k for 2009!

Column finished and sent to editor. Yay!

Swung by Don's office to pick him up. Beginning of tension headache making its presence known.

Waiting at doctor's office with mother-in-law. Brought book to read.

Busy day on the home front today. Learned to operate a machine to help with my mother-in-law's edema. Plus laundry.

Note to self: lifting 40 lbs. of potting soil by myself NOT the best of ideas...

Added sage, spearmint, peppermint, basil, and dill to the herb plants. All sitting on top of chest freezer for now...

Got parsley, oregano and lemon thyme from nursery. One more errand before heading home and letting James have the car.

Reading "Under the Tuscan Sun" makes me miss my old herb garden. After appointment headed to a nursery.

10 pages done. Calling it a night.

Making myself go back to a long overdo second draft of a novel...

My column for this week - why I'm not thrilled with state gov't at the moment...http://ping.fm/jWpm2

An analogy of a writer's growth

This is a cool post describing the journey of a writer from aspiring to professional: http://ping.fm/YsM5u

At least 500 words/day for 60 days in a row!! Woot!!

A picture from my front door...

Sights like this make it worth the rain...

I'm sorry Michael Jackson died, but let's not forget the Iranians who are working for freedom iranelections

I'm finding as I write fiction, I wind up asking myself very strange questions that would probably scare people around me if I asked them...

Three stories ready to pop in the mailbox. Now to go walk for a bit...

666 words written (that sounds so wrong!) Now time to tell brain to start shutting down for sleep...

Column finally written. Clearing my brain for a moment before diving into wip...

Back from Transformers 2 and Bible Study. Now to get some food in me and back to the work I was planning to do a few hours ago.

Don calls, says he's off early, let's go to a movie! Scrambling to meet him at mall

Day to write column! What do I want to blather about for 600 words this week?

Feeling a lot better after getting a lot of sleep...wonder if fatigue was part of the problem yesterday?

Today is one of those days I feel as if God loves me and everyone else has plans for my life...*sigh*

My column this week is online - it's about elections: http://ping.fm/SBa5o

Set up laptop in inlaws room to keep eye on dad while mom goes for a cardiac cath. Internet slightly wonky here...

At favorite coffeeshop. Taking "Laura Time" for a bit...

Really hate the various medical issues I have - slept WAY too long!

I'm resigned to the fact that summers in Central Florida is the price we pay for nice winters...

James just brought me an iced Brewster's Mocha (latte made with white chocolate and caramel). What a great son!

Don't be alarmed by the moaning sound from Florida...it's just my checkbook after I balanced it!

The Importance of a Streak

I've been working on a streak of writing 500 words a day. I sought to do it so that no matter how little I was able to get done on the writing front, I'd know I got at least something done on the writing front.

I'd kept the streak up for 48 days when today happened. It was one of those days where for a variety of reasons I had problems doing anything remotely productive. I was a mess mentally and emotionally.

I was tempted to not bother. No one else would care. Not doing those words wouldn't spell the end of my writing career. It's just a number.

But after you write 500 words a day for 48 days, it's really hard not to. It's hard to turn your back on.

And that's the value of a streak for me. It's what keeps me writing on a day like today, when I ask myself why I bother. When I don't feel like it. When I think I'm never going to succeed.

Tomorrow will hopefully be brighter. Tomorrow I hope to have my optimistic outlook and confidence back.

But today I wrote 544 words in spite of it all.

That's a good thing.

Must be cranky day...several friends and I have declared ourselves cranky. Wonder what would cure this?

woke up tired and depressed for some reason...need to find a hole to crawl in with chocolate and coffee!

Proud mom moment: watching James deliver the sermon this morning at services. God has blessed me with my sons!

My column for this week - a little personal: http://ping.fm/ZE3PE

Good morning, world!

Bon Jovi/Jennifer Nettles song "Who Says You Can't Go Home" great way to lift mood and get blood pumping...

Going to set up Lord's Supper for church tomorrow, then locking myself in my office to work!

pondering office set up and wondering how much is rearrangeable at the moment...

This feels like a great day to curl up under the covers with coffee, games, and books. Sadly, life doesn't include that option.

Critical voice keeps telling me short story I'm writing is 2 long. Every time it does, I whack it with a big stick but it won't shut up!

craving pancakes for some strange reason...

Tired and cranky, but words for the day written. Going to bed...night, fellow tweeters!

Column written and spellchecked...probably should check on laundry

have a lot to do...my problem is I tend to freeze when there's a lot to do and I have to pick something to start with

Wondering where my "get up and go" got up and went to...

chatting with a friend of John and James I haven't heard from in years who I found on Facebook! Cool!

Starting to feel inevitable crash from past few days. Plan to take it easy and rest before catching up on all the stuff I'm behind in.

My latest column is online at http://ping.fm/Mtexq

I'm glad to be home! Hopefully caffeine drunk to keep driving won't keep me awake half the night

Wrote my daily words while Don drove us down the Florida Turnpike. Yay for laptops!

Was met at FL/GA border by Amanda's parents. Have stray pants. Now it's Going Back Home, take 2!

Got as far as Lake City before discovering one of the boys (prob James) left their rental pants at church. Back to Valdosta!

Mr. & Mrs. John Ware. I now have a lovely daughter.

Favorite line from rehersal - Amanda's dad is conducting the ceremony. At rehersal, he said to John, "You may kiss the bride - tomorrow!"

Getting ready to head for church - all dressed up.

500 words written. Test of writing streak will b tomorrow, day of the wedding. Is my desire 2 maintain this streak crazy or disciplined?

I'm going to be a mother-in-law in less than 24 hours!

Got laptop from husband - going to try to work for an hour.

I'm getting addicted to Mafia Wars on Facebook. I blame my friend Nancy

*Glares at erratic internet connection* It's going to be one of THOSE days, eh?