The Experience of Rewriting

To keep writing is the trick.  It. should be easier than it is. I just watched a program on Agatha Christie. She thought up the murder, how the murder happened, and then she built the story around the murder. I'm going to try the strategy. Then again, I wonder if I want a murder to happen in the retirement community. I've been playing with the idea for a couple of days, but not happy with it. I'll work on something else. 
Anyway, back to No Need To Wait. At first I wrote chapters around stories I've heard or experienced. I knew I wanted a mystery but I didn't want the staff to be the only villains. I also didn't want another book about Alzheimer's. There's been way too much emphasis on older people losing it. Some days I wrote stories that have since been cut or rewritten. Being an artist has taught me not to fall in love with a "precious" part of a painting as it might not work with the whole. Any thoughts Katie?

You don't have to be 78 to be nervous about blogging. You just have to be a newbie. Which I am. To blogging anyway. 
When I was in my twenties, I dabbled at writing a few stories but didn't feel like I had enough life experience to really give it a go. In my thirties, I wrote a few children's books with and without Martha and rewrote a screenplay for M. Lobell, but nothing was published or produced (as far as I know). In my forties, I wrote two theses. Both were submitted and accepted as requirements for my graduate degrees. Then, with the pressure of being a teacher, all thoughts of being an author moved to the back burner until my mom sent me one of those "out of the blue" emails with a request to read a couple of chapters she had written. I readily admit that this story is hers. I added some ideas, voice, and direction here and there, but the heart and most of the soul is hers. I think it's pretty cool that she has worked this hard to make this dream come true. 
The discipline of writing is challenging. I have to squeeze it in after work, in between parenting, hiking, wifing (Why isn't that a word? Ok being a wife.) and a million other things that seem to get in the way. So I've learned to do it while sitting in the living room, watching football, Le Tour, or any other sport my husband and I want to watch. I admit, I'm not always the best listener when I'm writing, but I try. And I try to patiently answer questions he or my daughter ask (or text) because I don't want to disappear from my family. My point is, you can write if you try. You don't have to write the most profound piece of writing known to human-kind. You just have to have to keep going.