Yesterday was a bad day. Today is shaping up to be a bad day. It's not the persistent, nagging slow burn of depression or grief, it's just several bad days where things just happen that suck. My trainer quit, for example. I had some family drama to deal with. And my beloved manuscript earned its … Continue reading When crappy days derail NaNoWriMo
Let me start out by saying the "meh" doesn't have to do with the story. It's all about the number of words. In fact, I am in love with my story. I had to stop writing earlier than usual today because I needed to vote before work (go vote, people!) and as I was putting … Continue reading One Week, 8,968 words, Meh.
Most writers, being studies of the human condition, have a working knowledge of the 5 Stages of Grief. They are: Denial Anger Bargaining Depression Acceptance These are not necessarily in order of chronology or importance, but there they are. They also apply to most emotional tragedy or loss beyond death, such as a bad break … Continue reading The Five Stages of NaNoWriMo
I love writing, I truly do. So why does it sometimes feel like such a chore?! While I ruminate on blaming public school (because why not?) I want to share with you a couple of tools that have helped me stay focused and/or motivated. While writing: Write or Die If you're anything like me, the … Continue reading NaNoWriMo2017: My Tools of the Trade
Today my alarm went off at 5 a.m. I put my feet on the floor before I could talk myself out of it, shoved them into puffy slippers, and shuffled into the bathroom. I fed the cat, let the dog out, got myself a glass of water and sat down to edit. I opened Scrivener … Continue reading Back to Morning Pages
She markets and she writes fiction. It's a lot of words.
They say to write every day. Well, I don't. But I want to.
Am I ever going to finish this dang book?
“And what about those [writers' workshop] critiques, by the way? How valuable are they? Not very, in my experience, sorry. A lot of them are maddeningly vague. I love the feeling of Peter's story,someone may say. It had something... a sense of I don't know... there's a loving kind of you know... I can't exactly describe it.... … Continue reading I got class
I always figured that if the world was ending, you could find me playing Candy Crush. In my life, when I encounter strife, stress, sadness, or any combination of the three, I tend to take the quickest path to brain atrophy possible. TV or news won't work, because there's a chance of me hearing something … Continue reading Writing in the midst of chaos
The Merry Manuscript 