There are so many images of writers: smoking, coffee guzzling, depressed alcoholics pouring their hearts and souls into their words. Those grizzled, introverted men who know writing is their raison d’être*, their one, true calling!
I don’t look like that.
I don’t smoke, nor drink coffee**, and I rarely drink alcohol, even socially. I’m about as ungrizzled as a person can be***.
It’s a fearful and wondrous thing how our lives are sometimes nudged by events and the actions of others to put us here. Take the day and believe in something good. Give life a chance and let yourself be amazing.
When you work on a project like a novel, the trick is to keep coming back to it. Frequently. Hopefully, every day around the same time.
To do that you have to allow yourself to not be intimidated by the scope of the story or waylaid by some of the things life can throw at you. And just so you know, the former is not a problem for me. I actually can stare at a page (and not type a single word) for a couple of hours as the blood seeps from my brain. It’s the latter that sometimes stumps my ability to actually put words in a straight line so they make sense in the story.You know, how sometimes you just want to start screaming “Why?Why?Why?Why?”
Always getting no clue. But that is absolutely how life is.
Sorry, life is not full of answers. But it does have a way of presenting endless questions. It sucks, I know. So if you’re out there wondering “WHY?”, you’re not alone. There are innumerable hordes of us suckers out there wondering where the truck came from that left us with our hearts and brains oozing out on the street. Not all of us are trying to write a novel though. For us its a special problem. We spend an inordinate amount of time in our skulls anyway.
So if you are trying to work on your masterpiece, just realize that tomorrow is another day. YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS ONE. This day. This minute. Get mindful about right now. And for the love of God don’t trust your feelings. The human heart is a lying bastard. I promise you that’s a universal truth. Nowhere is it written that you must believe your thoughts (read feelings). It could be part of the reason you’ve been at 17000 words for the last six weeks. Believe me I understand.
Sometimes you just gotta pull a David Farragut on that stinkin “Why?” and say “Damn the torpedoes. Full speed ahead.”
Some days we wake up and we’re just not sure of anything. That’s how it feels for me sometimes anyway.
Here’s something that sort of spells it out. Maybe someone you know can relate. I think it’s a beautiful song.
Well, it’s been a while since I last posted here. Sorry it’s taken so long but that’s how it usually works with blogs. You start out all gung-ho and you find yourself losing momentum like a dying worm on a hot sidewalk.
I have been working in spite of my innate sorry-ness. The fourth book is at the 50 K mark. Whew. Thought I’d never get there. 😊
I’ve made it a priority to stay on top of the query letters. The other three novels are in various stages of editing or out on query.
Good news if you are looking for a great read.My good friend and a brilliant storyteller and novelist, H.L. Stephens, is about to bring out her next work. You can check out her latest at this site. Her new site is here. Be sure to mark and check back on her new site as it’s still under construction. If you’re looking for great presents, She’s on Amazon here and Barnes and Noble here. Stay alert. She’s a rising star.
That brings me to another thought. I’ve been doing research on the Indy publishing scene for fiction since I’m a capitalist and the idea of money is near and dear to my heart😂. It seems that for a new fiction writer there is evidence that Indy is the way to go. For non-fiction, perhaps, not so much. This needs a little more study and thought. It’s a winding road at best. And there are monsters. I’m just saying. The link to the Forbes article is here.
Stephen King said “When asked, “How do you write?” I invariably answer, “One word at a time,” and the answer is invariably dismissed. But that is all it is. It sounds too simple to be true, but consider the Great Wall of China, if you will: one stone at a time, man. That’s all. One stone at a time. But I’ve read you can see that m*****f*****r from space without a telescope.” Goodreads