Monday, April 2, 2002
8:35 A.M.
 

Dear Diary,
     Today is a brand new fresh start.  Not for me of course, I mean when you’re a pen and all your ink is gone, there is basically no hope for you ever having a fresh start again.  I mean, unless of course the person who owns you cares enough to refill you...ok ANYWAY moving on...today is, like I said, a brand new fresh start, not for me, but for Mrs. Naylor.  She is ready to start writing her brand new book.  It is going to be an addition to the Alice book series.  A marvelous addition I hope, since the series is so dear to me.  Did you know she wrote one of the first Alice books with me?  Or well, only part of an Alice story, but hey, I was there.
     This time around she wants to go about writing the story differently. She always says, “I am going to be more organized and efficient in writing this book.  I am going to stay in a pleasant mood the whole time, and try my best not to go into total chaos!”  But I usually doubt her ability to keep the promise true.  Yet there is something different this time.  Something about the way she said it...that made me believe her, and made me want to believe her.
     Of course you may be thinking, “What?  How hard can it be to stay pleasant and not to go into a mass of chaotic episodes?”  Well, you do not know Mrs. naylor very well than.  When she writes, and she needs to be more creative, more descriptive, and basically use a larger, broader vocabulary, she has trouble concentrating.  That in itself can cause her to be irritable.  And the organization piece...well, I think you can understand how someone being unorganized can cause chaos.  Sometimes things get put where they don't belong, and things get lost.  Once she lost her computer mouse!  Don’t ask how...that was a very bad time when she was writing, although the book did extremely well.  All of her books that do good are disasters while she is writing them.
     Well she is now entering the study...I will write more later.
 
 
 
 

Monday, April 2, 2002
12:14 P.M.
 

Dear Diary,
     Well so far so good.  Nothing is up in chaos, yet.  She has been steadily typing on her computer for the past few hours, and hasn't really done much else.  Once she got off task, and started writing in a notebook.  I suppose she was writing an idea for another story, or new characters perhaps.  I will probably never know, I will only be able to imagine.
 So right now she is eating lunch, enabling me to read her composition so far.  Of course I can’t see that far, considering she moved me due to her mouse pad.  It’s a large picture of her whole family, her, and her husband Rex, and her two grown sons.  Lovely family really, although the sons look nothing like either of their parents.  Her family cares about her very much, they are always their to support her writing, and to give her as much constructive criticism as they can.
     Well she is now approaching the study.  I will write more later in the evening to report on how things are carrying on.
 
 

Monday, April 2, 2002
6:42 P.M.

Dear Diary,
     Wow.  I cannot believe it.  She has finally done it.  Mrs. Naylor has gone a whole day without going into total chaos.  Notice I said total chaos, not just chaos.  Things did get kind of hectic for a while, but she pulled through.
     At one point somewhere in mid-afternoon, she had a writers block.  She just couldn’t seem to concentrate.  So she actually stopped writing and just sat there staring at her computer screen.  It was scary for a few minutes, then she got back to typing fiercer than ever.  She did this a few more times over the course of time.  Then sometimes she’d go on a rampage searching for that little notebook of hers.  As I presumed earlier, she was most likely wrting down other notes and idea for other stories.
     Not too long ago her eldest son came by for a visit.  While he was here she persuaded him to read the frist chapter out of what she had written so far.
     “Of course it’s not perfect,” she had coaxed, “but I need some feedback before I continue, so I know what direction to take.”  So he had consented, and said he liked what he read.  This had pleased her, and she seemed very appreciative.  After he left she decided to call it a day.  So now she is somewhere else in the house, her thoughts else where.
     Now i can look forward to doing this all over again, for the next 3 months.
          Until tomorrow, good bye!