Wednesday, February 26, 2014
After nearly a year of being on hiatus and dealing with all that comes with the mother territory, I am finally getting the chance to sit down and begin writing again. When I say that, it does not mean that I haven't written periodically, because I honestly have. It just means that being a mother always comes before being a writer. And being a mother also includes being a student and wife to set a stable example for my son. (Speaking of my son, I will be telling about a few details pertaining to recent events regarding Mister Jericho in a future blog entry very soon. I promise.)
When you look at it, I am a mother, a wife, a writer, a blogger, a vlogger (video blogger), a student, I work two part time jobs, and I am a woman that just wants a night to herself sometimes to curl up with a good book! And because of all the things I take on every day of my life by choice, having all of this on one plate can get very hectic and I lose track of things...including this blog.
Either way, I am hoping to do more writing this year. It is sort of like my new year's resolution, I suppose.
As I have said in the past, here goes nothing. Going to bang my head against the keyboard and let the creative juices flow the best that I can.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
I seem to have gotten past some of my writer's block at last. It is so nice. I may not be going in order like I normally do, which I am enjoying honestly. I am always so anal about how I write, but I think that is what my main issue is and why I start to hate writing after a while. I am back to loving it. It is rather nice actually, which I stop being so controlling and having to have it done a certain way. Eventually, I may be able to piece it all together in the story line.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Saturday, April 6, 2013
If I am not writing, I am thinking about writing. I am thinking about what could happen next and where I could take this story. I spend so much time with my writing on my mind, I am starting to get worn out. I wish I could just turn my brain off for just a couple of days.
For anyone who truly knows me, knows that is easier said than done. I am what is referred to as a “worry wart.” I worry about things that I have no control over, and worry about if I made the right decision with the things I do have control over. I plan, plan, plan and then change the plan while I am following it! It is overwhelming to say the least.
I didn’t write yesterday because I was quite busy, but today I’m home with no real plans. I’ve been staring at the many words I already have written for what seems like an eternity, but has actually been just a few minutes.
I want to write, but where I have placed my characters is not where I want them. And it driving me insane. I am not sure how I want them to meet face to face. Every time I think I’ve got the perfect way, I find myself disappointed. I continue writing though. I will just a few spaces down and start something new with my characters. The idea is that I will eventually be able to piece each section with another to make my many ideas flow together.
I am beginning to understand why many authors are known drinkers.
Monday, April 1, 2013
I turned to my sister tonight. She has gotten her own book published. It is a non-fiction art piece, but the concept of writing a book is all the same, genre aside. I explained my situation to her, in hopes she had some secret to success that might help me…
Getting my many ideas and thoughts onto my open word document is a lot harder than one might think, especially when your tooth is throbbing with each breath you take. I have created the main characters, plot, back story, and a few details that are needed. I get on a roll, pages get written. I wrote six pages in a period of two hours or so (during naptime of course). My ideas flowing effortlessly from my fingertips. And then, out of no where, I am stumped again. Sometimes, I wish I were great at what I do without much practice.
Her word were simple: practice makes perfect, my love.
Sometimes, I just want to do want to start banging my head on the computer. Dammit, I know she is right by a landslide, but I just want to bash my head into the keyboard! My sister has never steered me wrong and pointed me every right direction. I love her. However, her words sometimes gets me feeling like a fish eating a hooked worm. I hungrily seek out her guidance and get reeled into a truth I sometimes don’t want to be involved with. I love hearing all the things she has to tell me and I never ignore any of it. I may not want to hear it, but I am grateful she is completely honest and there for me. Sometimes, I just want to be lied to, like “writing will always be easy, filled with rainbows, unicorns, and daisies!” (Not really.)
I am going to open my Microsoft Word and get back to writing. Little one is in bed, giving me the time to write.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Is this really what authors go through? I suppose "slipping into madness with ease" fits quite well, considering that I see myself going mad over my story a time or two in the future. Seeing as writing runs in my family, I suppose I could be fair in saying, "we're all a little mad here?" (Sorry Sis, couldn't resist!)
My great grandmother had written a book about her mother's life several, several years ago. I don't believe I was even a twinkle in my father's eyes at the time it was released. Her book wasn't a big hit, so barely anyone know who she is. I have one of the only copies left resting peacefully in a safe place. My sister however, published a book quite recently about her experience in crossing that line to understand prejudice. I have read the beginning of it, thanks to amazon. I haven't read the entire book yet, but I will at some point...soon I am hoping. If you are curious about my sister, here is one of her blogs: http://exploringprejudice.blogspot.com/
When it comes to my own writing, I have always wanted to have a novel published with my name on that shiny cover and my imagination locked within those pages. I often times considered just writing the battles and joys I endured as a child/young woman, but could never figure out where to begin. It is a goal I have (writing an autobiography), but I am in no rush. I have only lived a few of my years, so until I am much older, I can hold off.