I feel like I started the year running on fumes. No energy. No drive to do much. Just kinda blah.
As a result, I started stressing about how to get my creative energy going again. Then I decided to stop stressing about it and just roll with whatever came along. So I’m not forcing myself to take a class or hop online and learn something new. That has worked int he past, but I’m not feeling it right now.
At my church, I participate in a ministry where we sew hats and mittens, which are distributed to people in the area who need them. I had taken home several sets back in November to complete by our next meeting. Being a perpetual procrastinator, I waited until the last day to work on them. That last day happens to be today. I’m behind, but not too bad.
But the nice thing about the timing is, after taking a break from doing anything creative, I feel like I appreciated the act of sewing even more. It certainly helped having the nice feeling of being able to make something that will help someone be a little less cold this winter or next.
Sitting and sewing today started helping me get that creative energy back a bit. The fact that I’m sitting here typing this post is proof. 🙂
I’m still not going to force myself to do anything right now and continue to roll with life for the time being. Sometimes quiet rest is good.
I feel like my brain has been a jumbled mess for the past few months. The AWW weekend was awesome and I was fired-up to get back into writing and other creative pursuits.
Then things sorta slipped away from me.
It started with our betta fish dying. May you rest in peace, Bob the Feared. The fact that I had been part of a team to keep this fish alive for 10 months was a big deal given that the last time I tried to take care of a fish, it died within 2 days. May you rest in peace, Jaws, and I am still sorry for overfeeding your fish, Jamie.
Then the much bigger event happened. My stepfather passed away. That was tough. He had been sick for quite some time and seemed to have just tanked this year. I was watching this unfold from more than a thousand miles away and felt completely helpless. Not that I could have done much if I was there, but still. You know what I mean. After he passed, there was an odd mix of emotions and it was interesting watching how other people reacted. I’d like to write more about that in its own post, but need to put a little more time between those events/observations and writing about them. Continue reading
This past weekend I attended the Antioch Writers’ Workshop (AWW) 2017 Saturday seminar, as well as the keynote and craft class with Hugo Award winner John Scalzi. My head just about popped with all of the knowledge poured into it by some fantastic speakers. I can’t imagine what it would be like to attend the full week, but I hope to find out one of these years.
After taking some time to mentally digest the new knowledge, I wanted to share with you three things I took away from the weekend. There were far more than three things I learned, but these are the ones that stood out.
1) Find a process that works for you.
Sometimes I worry so much about doing things the “right way” that I get discouraged and don’t move forward. This is a useless approach to getting anything done. Even though I know better, I still get caught up in this trap. Silly. Continue reading
This year is flying by, so I wanted to share some great summer reads for 2017 before we are raking leaves in the fall. These are some books that haven’t necessarily come out in the past year – I just happened to have have read them in the past year. Each one is light and/or fun making them perfect for summer reading.
A guy, Chip, finds Nikola Tesla’s notebook with information on where to find an “Interdimensional Transfer Apparatus” he created. Chip convinces his best friend to go with him to find this “Interdimensional Transfer Apparatus” and they go through it into, well, and interdimensional transfer area. And the hilarity ensues. I laughed out loud so many times while I read this book.
Where the Hell is Tesla? is written in emails. Very long emails. At first I was concerned it was going to be awful, but it was awesome. The format worked well with the story.
I highly, highly recommend this book as a fun escape from reality. Be aware the curse words flow freely and there is plenty of junior-high-level humor in it. But it was inline with the characters, so it didn’t feel gratuitous. Continue reading
No, this isn’t a post about an existential crisis or Les Miserables. It’s about who I am as a writer.
I recently attended the Antioch Writers’ Workshop Spring Seminar and two recurring themes throughout the day were “be a good literary citizen” and “figure out who you are as a writer.”
Being a good literary citizen includes doing things like spreading the word about books you are reading, writing online reviews of books, helping other writers with advice and encouragement, etc. Basically, be a good person as a writer. In the interest of being a good literary citizen, I have tried to promote other books and writers on Twitter more. I realized I have been a complete slacker about writing reviews, so I plan to review books I have read on Amazon, Goodreads, and on my blog. I have also had the chance to write author profiles for LiteraryMama.com, which has been a lot of fun.
So being a good literary citizen was the easy theme of the day to deal with. The more difficult one was figuring out I am as a writer.
Some of the people there talked about how they spend a few hours in the morning writing, or they get up at 4:30 a.m. to have some quiet time to write. I have a full-time job outside the home, so I can’t devote large chunks of the day to writing. As for the early morning, I’m pretty sure me being awake at 4:30 a.m. on a regular basis is one of the signs of the apocalypse. I also have a family and I make jewelry, and I’m not willing to give up time for either. Let me be clear and note I am not saying that people who write give up time with their families. I admire those who do get up at crazy early hours just so they can still have time with their families. My unwillingness to be up before the buttcrack of dawn just to write left me questioning my commitment and wondering if I really am cut out to be a writer. It bothered me enough that I was having a hard time sitting down to write a post about the seminar, even though I really enjoyed it.
Okay, maybe this post is a little bit about an existential crisis as a writer. Continue reading
I ended up taking a little break from writing after NaNoWriMo this year. It wasn’t really planned, it just happened.
NaNoWriMo was a success for me again this year in that I wrote almost every day in November and managed to type just over 50,000 words in the process. I didn’t really like my story, though. I think the problem was I wrote it in the first person as a 15-year-old high school student. There is not enough money in the world to make me want to go back to high school again, so that likely tainted my perception of the experience. I think the general story has potential, but there were times when I just struggled with what to do with some of the characters. After all, it has been many moons since I was in high school and the world has changed so much in that time. I think I will revisit it again some day but rewrite it with the main characters as adults. We’ll see.
I also did not work on editing my story from NaNoWriMo 2015. I did find it crossing my mind. A lot. I miss the characters. I can relate to them better, probably because there is a lot of me in the main character. Does that make me narcissistic? Maybe. No more than any other writer who puts bits of themselves into their characters, though. I just grabbed my printed copy with notes and put it on my desk so I can get back to this. Continue reading
A little over a year ago, I heard about this thing called National Novel Writing Month, a.k.a. NaNoWriMo. It sounded like a crazy idea. Therefore, I had to try it.
In November 2015 I participated in my first NaNoWriMo. Holy crap. I loved it. Not just because I managed to reach the goal of 50,000 words in 23 days, but because it felt like such a major personal accomplishment. I had been afraid of trying creative writing up to that point. NaNoWriMo gave me a reason to say, “To hell with the fear, I’m going to do this!” It was like I grew up a little bit that month and dealt with something I had been afraid of for a long time.
In addition to helping me get over the fear of creative writing, I love NaNoWriMo because it provides a deadline for getting a story written. I tend to be a perfectionist, though I have been working on getting over this. The perfectionist in me desperately wanted to go back and rework almost everything I wrote. But I was able to tell her to hush, let me get the words out to the computer within the 30 days, and she’d get her chance to edit later. And I was pleased to go back and not hate what I wrote. It was pretty not bad for a first attempt at a first draft. It was crappy like any first draft, but crap that could be worked with. The perfectionist in me has been happy to bleed red ink on the pages to make the story better (yes, I went old school and printed the first draft to edit).
Finally, I love NaNoWriMo because it is a massive rush. I have been a pantser the past two years, which just means I did very little planning and am writing by the seat of my pants. So it is a ton of fun to watch the story unfold and take turns I wasn’t even expecting. The characters also start to take on a life of their own and behave in interesting ways.
Well, speaking of NaNoWriMo, I’m behind on my word count and need to get back to my story. Can’t wait to see what the characters will do next!
I recently had the opportunity to write an author profile for the site Literary Mama. This was an interesting experience for several reasons.
First, I had never written a profile like this before. I have done interviews for radio, but not written. It was interesting going through the process of emailing back and forth, rather than talking face-to-face. I had to think through the questions a bit more. The editors were great in helping with suggestions for follow-up questions and rearranging them to flow better.
Working with editors was another new experience for me. So far, it has just been me writing on my own either on a blog or for NaNoWriMo. It was a little intimidating having someone read over my work, but their feedback was incredibly helpful.
The profile is on author Lisa Doyle, who wrote her first published novel during NaNoWriMo. She also has a full-time job outside the home, and still manages to write. I found her to be an inspiration for my own writing career.
And finally, this whole thing was interesting because I read a book that is not in my usual reading realm of sci-fi/action/fantasy/mystery. Lisa’s book Milked is about a woman who becomes a wet-nurse in modern day Chicago. And I am so glad I read it. It was honest and funny and handled the topic of breastfeeding well. So it was fun to take a chance reading something different. And I liked Lisa’s style so much that I’ll be reading whatever she publishes next.
I tried writing in a journal a few times when I was younger, but it seemed like someone would always manage to read it. Each time someone else read one of my journals, it felt like an incredible violation of privacy. It also usually resulted in that person being mad at me for what I had written, which didn’t help. So I stopped writing down my thoughts and feelings and just kept them to myself.
Then along comes this internet thing and along with it social media and blogs. Now journals aren’t just little books with cute, easy to pick locks on them. They are 1’s and 0’s out in the open for the whole world to read.
The whole flippin’ world.
The thought of it was and still is horrifying to me. But I put on my big girl panties and dutifully signed up for social media accounts and even posted a comment now and then.
Several years have passed since joining the cyberspace society and so far I haven’t completely pissed off anyone with anything I have posted online. At least not that I know of. Yet. I got brave about a year ago and started a blog. It was a big deal for me to do this, but I wasn’t writing anything terribly personal. Just talking about stuff I made and having fun with it. Still haven’t completely pissed off anyone that I know of.
Then I recently decided to make a go of this whole being an author/writer thing, and started this blog. I also set up a Twitter account dedicated to it. It has been interesting “meeting” new people via Twitter and seeing what others are sharing. I see all of these people tweeting back and forth and I find I’m still mostly standing on the sidelines. Still the shy girl who is afraid to write anything that someone else might read. (I have already thought about just deleting this post and not publishing it because this is the most personal thing I have ever written online.) Continue reading
And I recently realized it shows in my writing. But not in a good way.
I have been going through the story I wrote for NaNoWriMo last year and noticed a couple of the characters getting along way too well in parts of the story where one of them should have been super pissed off at the other. It nagged at the back of my head a little bit when I was writing it, but I didn’t fully see it until reading through the whole story again. (This is why we edit, right?)
This also struck me as a bit funny because one of my favorite writing moments from last year involved the first big argument between these same characters. I was happily typing along letting the story unfold as my fingers hit the keys when I thought, “These people have been getting along really well. Almost too well.” And within a few sentences one of the characters started a rant with “Oh, f**k off!” I paused for a second and thought, “Okay. I guess they are going to fight now.” I think I actually giggled because it was such a cool feeling to have the story just flowing onto the screen like that. Then I quickly went back into the rant and finished the scene. Continue reading