Sweet, Fragrant Corn Fields and Ruthless Honesty

Am feeling pretty good this morning.  Got most of the crazy school stuff taken care of.  I’ve managed to fit in decent pay job hours after thinking it would be impossible this week. 

I also loaded up on yummy chocolate coffee last night and caught up my critiquing!  Or I should say reading this time since her story seemed to fall effortlessly into place.  It.  Just.  Flowed.   She had some really delicious tension in there, too.  I’m looking forward to hearing reader response.  We’ve been working together so long now, I enjoy her successes as much as I do my own.  I know hard work went into it and to have it read like she just “burped” and it appeared???  That means she nailed it.  Seriously cool.

Yeah, Rach, I’m talking about you.  😉



(Picture through windshield–taken by daughter.)

Earlier in the evening, the hubby and I took a short drive and shared a positive discussion that had us feeling like newlyweds.  With gas prices, we don’t go out for drives anymore unless we have a destination.  We did, but we decided to enjoy the evening on the way. 

We opened our windows and let the cooling, night air in to caress our faces.  We live in a decently wooded section of Oklahoma and every so often, we’d drive around a corner to find a break in the trees and nestled in between, were corn fields, all tall and snug.  With recent rain, the heat and humidity have turned the fragrance of the corn fields into this heady mix of green, bitter and sweet.  

I inhaled that fresh, earthy smell and let go of stress with every exhalation.   We caught the tail end of a gorgeous sunset.

(Also daughter pic.)

I’ve mentioned those stresses a bit since I do try to portray the real life of this one writer here, so I’ll share that I’ve come to some pretty solid decisions lately.

People’s lives are what they make of them. They are responsible for their own happiness.

I’ve got a hectic schedule with busy kids, a family and job.  It’s not that much different from any other busy mom with a job.  

But in one way, it is.  I’m also a writer.  I don’t just ‘want to be’ a writer, I’m working hard at it… and I love it.  So, I put in the extra night and weekend time because I want this as a career–I want it badly enough to make sacrifices.  I hope to make this the day job someday but until that happens, my time is pretty scheduled.

I’m not going to apologize for it anymore. 

I’ve had some success this year and it was but a taste that only made me hungry for more.  This dream of mine is closer to a possibility than it ever has been. 

My good pal, Terri, and I both get this.  We make time either once a month or once every other month, to have a long phone date. <g>  And yes, it’s most definitely a date because there’s much affection, laughter and wine.  I can be high strung at times and she’s so damned easy going.  But she is also busy with life and is actively pursuing a writing career as well.  She knows that we can slip into family troubles or our own fiction and lose time like crazy.  But she shares the dream and is working just as hard–if not harder ;)– than me, so these guilt-free catch-ups are priceless.

Yes, in this crazy time, weeks or even months can slip away before I realize they’re gone.  It’s truly nothing personal.  I’m easily distracted by my own fictional worlds–a part of me will always live in them.  And… keeping in touch works both ways. 🙂


About Rinda Elliott

Writer.I love unusual stories and credit growing up in a family of curious life-lovers who moved all over the country. Books and movies full of fantasy, science fiction and romance kept us amused, especially in some of the stranger places. For years, I tried to separate my darker side with my humorous and romantic one. I published short fiction, but things really started happening when I gave in and mixed it up. When not lost in fiction, I love making wine, collecting music, gaming and spending time with my husband and two children. I’m represented by Miriam Kriss of the Irene Goodman Agency.
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5 Responses to Sweet, Fragrant Corn Fields and Ruthless Honesty

  1. Awww, thanks!

    And yes, you are a awriter! No doubt. 😉

    Beautiful pictures!

    And my fever and aches hit last night, around dinner. Bleh.

  2. relliott4 says:

    You did sound tired a little yesterday so it was probably creeping in to kick your butt all at once. Sorry. HUGS!

  3. Love the pics, she does such good work. Juggling writing and everything is a pain but I have that same hope that some day, before I’m ninety, writing will become the day job. C

  4. Can’t pass a corn field without the creepy “lalalalala” from Children of the Corn play in my head. And I live around a lot of corn fields, too. 😉

  5. relliott4 says:

    And He Who Walks Behind the Rows shall strike that melody from your brain. Poor child.

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