I reached thirty thousand words last night on my novel’s rewrite. The laptop is working out swimmingly and the routine is ideal so far.
It’s interesting that 15K of those words were written since I’ve received the new tool.
The laptop can’t take all the credit. Sticking to my routine and word goals are a big part of the equation. Every night, once the munchkin goes to bed, I promise myself that I can do whatever I want AFTER I reach goal. It’s been two weeks and getting my butt in the chair and my fingers on the keyboard is getting easier and easier. A routine really does make a difference.
I’ve gone from having to talk myself into doing to looking forward to doing it.
Between all that and the incredible support that I’m lucky to have, there’s no way I’m not finishing this book. By summer’s end I’ll be deep into editing and I plan to start submitting by the fall!
Right on track.
As god is my witness NO MORE ZERO DAYS!
@ratherastory provided me with a cool word count tracker spreadsheet. There’s dozens of these on the net but I really like this one. It was depressing to see, however, how little I’d been writing thus far in 2012.
Ain’t she a beaut?
It’s been a long while since I’ve wanted to upgrade to a laptop and I took the leap this month.
As much as I will admit to myself that it is as much of a toy as anything else, it has done wonderful things for my word count.
This tool is a solution to my particular writing issues of the moment.
(And it runs Skyrim like a champ! Uh-oh! Shhhh!)
It is thus far a wonderful solution. Read on.
I really REALLY need to use Write or Die more.
Just had a blast writing a small flash, 500 (ok, well 600ish) in 16 minutes from a writing prompt. I’m pretty happy with it. It got the juices flowing for the day.
I really need to do that more.
Wow. It’s been almost 2 months since my last post. Sorry about that.
I’ve been busy with work, life and assorted drama. I’m still here, so it’s all to the good.
I’m working as much as I can on my re-write of Revenant. My main issue these days is the whole “show, don’t tell” rule/guideline. That is my focus these days when I put words down. I still hope to be finished by the end of the summer, but I’m not rushing things either. I have a strong plot, good characters and in the end, I think it will be a good story.
Outside of my re-write, the workshop at TMI has ended (I am sad) but I’ve taken the final assignment, polished it up a little more and sent it out as a submission to a paying market! Yay!
As I’ve said before, this is a win in my book. Acceptance, rejection, rejection with notes are all icing on the literary cake. While it would be nice to sell something, it’s ok if I don’t because if I keep writing and following it all the way through, eventually SOMETHING will sell. Any other outcome can only mean improvement of my writing.
Besides, I’d love to actually meet my goal and collect 10 rejections this year (if not more).
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Repeat after me: There is no such thing as writer’s block.
You with me there? Good.
Now, let’s talk about that (translation: I will now write about that, feel free to comment below)
Yesterday was my last session of a writing workshop offered at the Thomas More institute. 12 weeks of fiction writing.
It’s been swell.
Actually it’s been more than swell, it’s been great.
For 12 weeks, the workshop has challenged me, improved me and provided me with new ideas and fresh perspectives.
The readings were great and pulled me out of my comfort zone. The assignments were quite good at solidifying what I’d learned, the ideas I played with and they stimulated my desire to write and pushed it to new levels.
I went into it with doubts (having had bad experiences years beforehand). Anxiety mixed with excitement (an explosive combination) but from the start I was amazed, tickled and downright inspired by the students and the leaders. The leaders were insightful, knowledgeable and nurturing. The students, what can I say about the students? The group was enthusiastic, warm and full of life, eclectic in the best way possible. They were so full of skill and inspiration and it pushed me to try harder in my own work.
You were all wonderful.
I thank you all.
I now I have a month to write a short story which will then be read (along with all the others) at what is gearing up to be a very pleasant evening.
I intend to savor the writing.
I am sad to see the workshop end.
Time to write.
After a maudlin evening, I’m dusting myself off and coming up swinging. It’s been a very full week and I’m psyching myself up for a massive session of writing tonight.
But first, a pause for cuteness (and inspiration for me):
Ain’t she cute? A budding artist for sure. I don’t even mind that it ain’t writing. There’s time. She’s not two yet.
So, this week:
I mean the title in a GOOD way. Really.
This morning was good.
I’ve just experienced a few days (ok, more than a few) where I’ve only managed to write a few hundred words (if any at all). They’re not bad words, they really look good on the page. I can’t complain about them. It’s just that I had to ask, plead, cajole them to the page. I had to pull them out, yank them from my brain. The part of me that writes had to transform into a chunky lumpy bouncer in an overstuffed tuxedo and get in there and manhandle those words out of me.
That’s never fun.
This morning the logjam cleared up. I typed up a nice 1000 word scene and kept going. I didn’t even have to think, my fingers just moved. When I dared stop, I took a few minutes to re-read it. I had time, those words came so fast! I liked what I read. The words even sounded good out loud.
It’s an amazing feeling. I can’t tell you how it feels to anyone else, but for me, it’s a rush of confidence, joy and relief in a big ball of crazy sunshine. It’s a really smooth scotch mixed with frenetic rock n’roll.
I wanted to write it down because I need to write today. I need to write my stories, or just a blog entry. Anything and everything. Most important however, I wanted to write it down and share it because it’s a feeling I want to hang onto and remember well because the memory will carry me through in a few days when the words stop flowing out and my muse has to turn into a night club bouncer again.
It was a good weekend. Spent time with the family. The weather was beautiful.
And I got some writing done.