My writing days have now become typical and routine.  I guess it has always been my dream to have a routine.  A job like atmosphere.  One where I drop the kids off at school, come home, make myself some breakfast, eat said breakfast standing up at the counter (rather than sitting in my armchair with a book and journal which could easily take up half of my morning), and bringing my coffee to my desk and getting started.

Every morning there is something New Monkees’ in my ears.  Their voices are a part of my house.  I have transcribed endlessly, filling notebooks.  Each man possessing their own very own notebook.  Each typewritten page carefully looked over, holes punched, and put away.  This makes me feel like I am actually accomplishing something first thing in the morning.

The creative side of me is more slow to wake up.  You could say she sleeps in a little later.  I say she wakes up about midway through transcribing.  She starts throwing out ideas and directions and the to do list for the day.  She is also briefly roused when I take the kids to school, sleepingly offering up scenarios in my brain before toddling back off to bed for 10 or 15 more minutes.

Like many writers before me, I show up at the desk every day except the weekends, my day of rest.  The weekends I show up too at my journal for the New Monkees often get written there too.  I am so adept and writing them freestyle I can just sit down and write a page of all their attributes.  Often slinging in metaphors like if they were a car what kind of car would they be, a few weeks ago it was musical instruments, then my mind races to seek out all the clues and similarities between said object and said man.

I am, I guess you would say, overripe for writing them in book form.

So the proposal awaits. The marketing plan, The business ideas.  The intended audience.  The why in the hell are you writing about these guys for?  It has taken me years to formulate a good elevator pitch answer to that plaguing question.  Mostly starting with, “Yeah, the NEW Monkees.  No, not THE Monkees.” And this is why you should want to read about them.

But yes, overripe.  I am now reading the books they read, or rather reading about people they admire or conditions they have or politics that they believe in.  I can now sit down and tell you where they all stand politically.  Ha!  Isn’t that great?

Yeah, totally overripe!

So, back to sipping my coffee and transcribing.  More to come!