Writing Advice #7

Writing Advice

This week I watched a talk by Laurel K. Hamilton at the Pikes Peak Writers Conference about things that make her want to stop writing and how to overcome those things.

Watch the video here.

The things that I took away from her talk were:

1. Find what only you can write: Don’t force yourself to write in a genre or style that isn’t compatible with your voice. Know where your voice lies. She says it better than my paraphrasing but the point is, I feel, that you have your own unique story and you need to figure out how to tell it in the way that is YOU, not the way you think you need to write to make sales or the way other people think you should write.

2. If it’s a priority, DO IT: don’t make excuses for yourself like “Oh I can’t write, I have to do the dishes” (I mean, the dishes are important but if writing is MORE important don’t put writing before the dishes) of “I have to stop writing and go to bed so I can be fresh for work in the morning.” I do this all the time and I need to stop because even though earning money to pay the bills is important writing is, aside from keeping my husband and my cats alive, my top priority. I need to treat it like it is, one of the most important things in my life.

3. Treat writing like it’s a job: Even thought I’m tired I go to work, even though I don’t want to work I go to work every day. It needs to be the same with writing. Even if what I think I’m writing is crap I still need to write because I wouldn’t just show up to work and say, “hey, these emails are crap, I’m going to watch YouTube for an hour or so.”

4. Failure is only complete when you give up: Self explanatory.

So some of the things that make me stop writing are:

1. My day job: when I come home I’m tired and tell myself I can’t possibly think one more coherent thought, I need to lie down and watch Netflix. This is not how you write.

2. Not understanding my goals: some people call me an organized and well put together person, I disagree because I have no idea what I’m doing most of the time. Maybe I use organization to make order out of the chaos but unless I take some serious time to plan out where I want a book to go or what I want to accomplish by writing something and unless I’m absolutely certain about the direction I’m taking either nothing gets done or I am dissatisfied with the finished product.

Slowing down and really thinking about what I’m doing is very important and even though it takes time, I need to dedicate that time to the work.

3. Fear: I’m afraid I will never finish a draft. I’m afraid all my ideas will stay ideas and never become finished books. I’m afraid that when I finish a book I won’t think it’s good enough. I’m afraid that my husband won’t like it. I’m afraid my mom won’t like it. I’m afraid everybody will hate me. I’m afraid that no one will read my books and when I die all my stories and poems will disappear as if they were never written.

The thing you have to keep telling yourself is hard to do but you have to do it: writing is fun. You love writing. Don’t stop writing.

Nano 2018 Day 23

NaNoWriMo

So I took a couple days off. I needed some serious recovery time, not from the holiday, but from life. So I binge watched Netflix and indulged in napping. But yesterday and today I’ve made tremendous progress and I may very well reach 50,000 by the end of the month.

Word count: 2,270

Projects: Havoc’s Moon

Goals achieved/Notes: I got my antagonist more flushed out, made a few MAJOR character changes, and started on a scene that had me stumped for months, seriously months. Mr. J and I went shopping today and we had an hour drive to the stores and back and in that time I went over a couple crucial plot points with him and he helped me iron things out tremendously. Seriously, I am seriously grateful beyond words to have a spouse that is interested in my writing.

Total word count: 32,066 (no, its not the 38,341 that I want it to be but it’s getting there)

How are y’all doing?

DON’T GIVE UP AND KEEP ON KEEPING ON 🙂

The first serious poem I ever wrote

Poetry

When the sun peers into the sea

It doesn’t see itself at first

But when the reflection is clear

The sun is riding on the waves.

(So I wrote that in 5th grade and I’m still kinda proud of it even though reflections need light or whatever and scientifically it doesn’t make any sense BUT there’s this weird place where writing takes you where things don’t have to make sense to make you feel good.)

NaNoWriMo (2018): Book Synopsis(es)

NaNoWriMo

Instead of working on 1 project I’m going to work on 3. Because 2 of them are small and near completion and the other NEEDS TO BE WORKED ON. So I’m trying to kill 3 birds with 1 stone this year.

Ulysses the Cat

Lupercalia, Poetry

Stretched in the sunlight

crowning Calypso’s shore

the big cat dozed,

small blue crabs drown

in a capsized silver urn, cream

filled and slopping beside him.

Why long for plump

tuna steak and cheesecake

crumbs when Apollo

scratches behind your ears

and no storm clouds

threaten tender olive saplings

with shaking? That

rural, stone hearth

plucked from the heart

of the hill your paws pounded

daily is miles away.

Waves lick gingerly

against the pebbly shore

the lambent royal blue of

Penelope’s summer dress.

He is still listless as

he is lifted up by

roughened driftwood hands

and tossed back into the sea.

Things Tourists Love

Lupercalia, Poetry

1. The city went dark, bruised. First pale green at the edges then purple with spots of red where blood burst from the capillary confine and then darker, the black of abused flesh. Flesh left alive to suffer more.

2. We danced in the dust under bare boughs, between the bony cypress knees.

3. Fear is a kind of god, maybe even the oldest god. Fear can make of us one tasty meal despite all the hard work our parents put into the lies they whispered over our cribs about the terrible state of our bodies to gods who only want to eat the most beautiful of children.

4. Some people think vultures are overindulgent. I think they’re just really, really hungry. Their wings choke the sky, fill the atmosphere with feathers but their bellies are never full. One day they’ll eat the world.

5. A voice from the hollow, bound to fingertips of those who reach through the air and feel for what is hiding there.

6. The sunset is beautiful like a jellyfish is beautiful and it kills everything it touches, slowly, with diaphanous, poisonous rays that float through the sky like arms extending for a cruel embrace.