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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Tuesday Spotlight: Wendi Zwaduk

Don’t Stop Me Now


Sounds rather pretentious for a spotlight essay title, doesn’t it? It’s also the title of a Queen song. One I like a rather lot. So why start an essay about me with that particular phrase? Well, I have around five hundred words to talk about myself.

Those who know me know I love to talk. Heck, I’ve been known to wander the store trying to remember what the heck I had on my shopping list and talking to myself. No, I’m not one of those people, but it seems like when I do happen to be talking to myself about oh...whether or not I have a full bottle of cleaner in the cupboard versus whether I need another one, I’m not the only one talking.

I’m notorious for stopping, trying to figure out what it is in the store I want and then apologizing to the person who may or may not think I’m taking to him/her. I’ve apologized to inanimate objects, too.

So, now that I’ve rambled, what does that have to do with the Queen song and my writing? It’s like this. Once I get on a tangent, like starting a story, it’s hard to not deviate. I want like heck to work on the story and to not be interrupted. Hence the Don’t Stop Me Now. I’m having such a good time, I’m having a ball...writing the story. You see, the characters start talking and they don’t want to stop until I’ve told their tale. If I had my way, sure, I’d be sitting and writing and getting the story out.

The characters don’t stop talking just because the world keeps turning. They’re just as pushy, crabby, and demanding as kids. They want what they want and they want it right now. So yeah, I’d love to be rolling along like a racing car knocking the story out a thousand words at a time. If I could.

Ah, but that’s the downfall. As much as I don’t want to stop, I have to. Life impedes. Animals need to go out, go for walks. Totlets need to play and be played with. Husbands need research time. Oh, and there’s the fun things that aren’t fun—laundry, vacuuming grocery shopping, playing chauffeur... It never ends.

So I’m going to close this essay and go back to writing until I have to go back to the day job. Don’t stop me now....!

10 comments:

Karen C said...

I can be doing something like looking at an author's website and a word will catch my eye and I'm off to another place which leads me to another place and it could be an hour before I'm back at the author's website. Like you, it's hard not to deviate. My husband says I have ADD.

Tee said...

yes Wendy can talk but everything she says is important and you do not want to miss one word, but that is why I think she is a awesome person as well as all her books.

I talk to myself all the time but that is because I forget what or why I was going into that room and what for....so as I go back to where I was I tell myself I am losing my mind...etc!

I guess losing my mind goes with getting older....

Wendi Zwaduk said...

Karen C - You made it here, too. *g* And yeah, I'm all over the place like that. I keep a list of author sites where i want to go. Otherwise, I'd be off on so many tangents.

Wendi Zwaduk said...

Tee!!!! *Muwah* I'm so glad you made it. At least i'm not the only person who talks to themselves. If losing one's mind means getting older then goodness, I'm so there somedays.

PS I think you're an awesome person, too. Can't wait til next year in Cincy!

Cathy M said...

Great post Wendi. I've found that ever since we bought a dog, I talk to myself more (because obviously I am talking to him, lol). Which is all well and fine when I am home, but now I do it in the car while I am driving (alone), and at the grocery store too!


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Wendi Zwaduk said...

Hi Cathy!!! I talk to all the animals, the two cats and both dogs. One dog loves it, the other could care less. The cats...well, if they're in the room and want food, then I am the most exciting person.

But I've been known to apologize to inanimate objects.

Hope you enjoy the book!

carnation said...

I talk to my cat all the time... and she talks back. So I really feel validated! LOL Rina

Gabby said...

Oh yeah I know how that goes, I could be doing something like watching tv. and then something pops into my head that I need to do and then I go to do it and I get distracted by something else.

There are also times when I think of something in my head and I sort of start talking to myself, more often then not my mom thinks I'm talking to her and when I tell her I was talking to myself she often asks "did you have a nice conversation with yourself?"

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Wendi Zwaduk said...

Rina - my cats answer me. They're the kings of dirty looks, too. That's a reason I'd love to come back as a cat. I can give a dirty look, flick my tail like a kiss off, walk away and my owner would still love me. Speaking of, I'm being stared at by the orange cat right now. He wants the patch of sunshine I'm sitting in.

Glad you could make it to the post and hope you enjoy the book!

Wendi Zwaduk said...

Gabby - my family assumes I'm either talking to the cats, dogs, or myself. I probably look like I've lost my marbles. Oh well. I have a good time.

I'm so glad you made it here for the post and hope you enjoy the rest of the posts!!

Enjoy the book. :-)