"I just killed my wife. Is that bad?"

I had to drag a tire this morning.  My wife helped.  We weren't broken down on the side of the road and I wasn't making repairs to #1's new car (which is older than he is) - I'll be doing that when I finish this post.  We were at Koa doing the kettle bell workout and getting a break from Russian Swings by burning up our calves and quads and lungs.  Writing got easier after I'd been at it for a few months.  This kettle bell business hasn't!

The big community clothing sale is going on this weekend at a local elementary school.  It's quite something and has grown since we've been here.  A few years ago we stopped just shopping and now sell too.  The unsold items go to charity.  The prep (tagging everything) and setup (getting everything into the school and to the right rooms) takes many hours and involves fighting for parking and table space with a thousand other people.  Okay, that's an exaggeration, we'll say 800 other people.  The best part is that you don't have to sit there all day - all the sellers take turns and work a 2 hour shift during the weekend.  It's very well organized and some folks about fifty miles north might want to take notes.

The selection of products to sell at the sale is always an interesting process.  The kids suddenly need everything they haven't touched in a year.  It reminded me that everything has a story.  It reminded me specifically of a Steven King story - "Needful Things" which I never read but did watch the movie - Ed Harris, Bonnie Bedelia, and Max von Sydow.  Each item in the store had something nasty attached to it and by the end of the film, evil was ruining the town.  (My spoiler alert was that it was a story by Steven King - they all end that way.)

I got to thinking two things about the story I wrote yesterday.  The first was that it was just a tad over 2k words - the daily output of Mr. King, according to his book and a great encouragement to me.  The second was that I wrote it very quickly so I wondered how that happened, especially considering that it wasn't the story I had been planning to write this week.  I came to the realization that, like the closets and toy chests in my house, there are objects in my mind that I don't often use but when I look in and see them I have an immediate emotional connection.

The great thing about writing instead of packing for the great community sale, is you don't have to give up your memories to make room for new ones.  The items that came home from the sale got me to thinking - what was the little boy like who wore that hat?  What happened to the person in Bangladesh that made this orange sweatshirt, was it orange when s/he made it?

I hope you never close your eyes, or your heart, to the stories you carry within.

"The place where you made your stand never mattered."

Tuesdays are filling up.  There's the blog, there's work, there's the 1000 words on the train coming home, there's the kettlebell class, and there's the #5 minute fiction over at Write On Wendy.  Good thing we finished "The Mentalist" disc so I don't have to sit through that too...

My freshly licensed driver hasn't driven anywhere yet.  It's been two days.  I totally don't get that.  I'd go to 7-Eleven just to drive.  Maybe even do a lap of the parking lot.  Of course, he's not me and it would be a mistake to presume anyone else is either.

Today's Tool of the Trade is a book.  Don't groan.  It's a good book, a bit salty so not for the younger readers, but good.  It's a book about writing - but not so much the how.  It's Stephen King's "On Writing" and it really surprised me.

I have a box in my garage labeled "Writing Books" and in it is my collection of books about writing – most of which I never finished.  I used to think that the more books I owned about writing, the better I would get.  I recently read a blog post that suggested if there were more than 10 books about writing on your bookshelf you had a problem.  I think 10 is probably a good number, especially since there’s the internet now.

Needless to say, I'm biased against books about writing – especially by successful authors as they seem like vanity projects to me.  Sort of like when a band puts out a greatest hits album.  I haven’t bought a book about writing in 20 years (except for the small collection I just picked up on screenwriting, but those are more about format and structure than how to write).

I received this particular book as a gift and didn't put it in the box in my garage.  I didn't start it right away, but I kept it around.  I had heard good things about it back in the day (it came out over a decade ago) and I respect Stephen King as a writer quite a bit - even though I don't care for his books themselves generally.  (I listened to a few in my Isuzu Impulse.)

My copy of “On Writing” sat for a month or so until someone mentioned it to me in conversation, asked if I'd read it.  "Nope, but I have it at home."  Then I read a blog post saying that it was just the greatest.  That post started a twitter conversation that I caught snippets of.  I’m not big on the band wagon, but everyone agreed it was one of the best books ever written about writing.

So I read it.  You should read it too - if you are, or want to become a writer.  It's that good.  I understand why some people read it every year.  More than half of the book is a very well told account of how Mr. King came to be a writing superstar.  Then there's a brief study of grammar, just to make sure you know the most important rules (this list is the same in every book I've ever read about writing).  Then he gets into his method.  Not nearly as interesting - I'm already a writer, I already have a method and what I need is discipline and practice – but still offering some insight into how certain aspects of a story should be worked into the drafts.

I cannot fully express how surprised I was this book.  I thought it would be o.k. but instead, it k.o.'d me.  Talk about a turn around.