Writer's are often Moody or at least this one can be. I believe it has to do more with the fact we have a million stories breathing inside of us than the fact we're simply hormonal. It can be a struggle to keep focused on the real world when in your head there's an onslaught of adventures just waiting to be unleashed.
Currently I'm watching(far to closely) the sales of my first release Everything for a Price, working on my second, Remember me. Brainstorming for a the sequel to Everything for a Price which I plan to call Yours for Free. And of course there's always NaNoWriMo. The 50,000 word challenge only the crazy indulge in.
And of course as previously mentioned there's the real world, pesky as it is it's there. Schooling kids, Halloween costumes, bills, housework all things that pull me from the world that so often occupies my mind.
Finding a balance is a bit of a juggling act. But then I think I've mentioned that before. As I enter the world of being published. There's all the extra work of getting your name out there. Social media is wonderful for promoting yourself but to anyone who hasn't done it before it is work. Time consuming work at that, something I didn't really consider before now. On one hand you want to turn your phone and computer off. But the contacts I'm making and the people I'm meeting are important as they are for any author. And I'm finding that coming out of my self imposed author bubble is actually fun.
I enjoy the conversation with other authors, the chance to bounce ideas off someone who truly understands the struggle. If anyone tells you writing is easy that's mostly untrue. To an extent yes it's basically sitting down and letting the words out. It's the after, that can get tricky or what happens when the words stop but you're not done. Often you get a good thought going and life interrupts and you come back only to wonder where that train of thought went. I assure you usually it's left the station never to return.
I haven't even gotten to the part where you're done, or think you're done, go back reread and find yourself tempted to set the whole thing on fire. That happens often. Thankfully I'm smart enough to keep matches far away when I'm working.
The above of course is why writer's can get moody. Too many emotional balls in the air. For example I have one character in the throes of passion, one blissfully content as a new parent, another wondering what happens next with the stranger next to her and in the real world yesterday was the first day without a book sale. So yeah emotional roller coaster and writing go hand in hand.
If you're a writer cut yourself a break if you make to the end of the day without openly sobbing in frustration Kudos. If you're friends with a writer, love one or just see them working. Be kind, be understanding or if all else fails offer coffee and back away slowly. ;)
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Friday, October 31, 2014
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Wonderful Obsession
Why do I write? Seems a simple question, with a simple answer. Because it's what I do, it's a hobby right?
If only it were that simple. Instead it's sort of a mad desperation to get all the chaos in my mind...out. Funny thing is if I do get it out often times it becomes something wonderful. Or at the very least readable. That is what every writer struggles for, something readable.
I've been reading since I was barely old enough to understand the concept, started writing around the age of ten. At least on paper, the stories in my mind began long before that. Those voices in your head? I put mine to work.
I started with pen and paper, graduated to a typewriter, than a word processor and well now you can imagine the different devices I have available. It's amazing how far the world of writing has come. I remember my hand aching because it hurt from putting pen to paper but did I stop? Not even close I'd continue until I couldn't physically hold the pencil anymore. I learned much from those days. How to recognize my own crap writing, how to keep trying and how to rewrite something almost entirely from memory because you spilled something all over the original.
Nobody said writing was easy. In fact I think it would be easier to juggle on one foot while skipping rope. Yet still it is in fact something I must do, I'm compelled at any given moment to take what has wormed it's way into my brain and force it out in something resembling a story.
I used to be fiercely protective of my work, going so far as to never share it with anyone. It was a lack of faith in myself and those around me that kept me so guarded. I've learned since then that putting yourself out there is the only way to grow. In fact much like growing into an adult it's extraordinarily painful and less than pretty to watch. Be prepared to be insulted, embarrassed, chagrined and corrected. But there comes a moment when you realize it's all worth it, more than worth it, it's exhilarating.
There are very few things that come as close to the emotional roller coaster of being a writer. I can experience nearly anything through the words and worlds I create. I can live moments I might never otherwise take part in. It's no joke when people say writing is a laborious process. It's taken me over twenty years to find the courage to publish something for the world to read.
But I've found that place that I hope every writer finds. I'm happy with what I write; I enjoy it, I aim for others to enjoy. When I put it out there I have faith that I've created something I can be proud of. In the end if no one buys a book, I never become famous, or do a book signing it won't matter. Because ultimately I became confident in what I write and that is better than anything else.
If only it were that simple. Instead it's sort of a mad desperation to get all the chaos in my mind...out. Funny thing is if I do get it out often times it becomes something wonderful. Or at the very least readable. That is what every writer struggles for, something readable.
I've been reading since I was barely old enough to understand the concept, started writing around the age of ten. At least on paper, the stories in my mind began long before that. Those voices in your head? I put mine to work.
I started with pen and paper, graduated to a typewriter, than a word processor and well now you can imagine the different devices I have available. It's amazing how far the world of writing has come. I remember my hand aching because it hurt from putting pen to paper but did I stop? Not even close I'd continue until I couldn't physically hold the pencil anymore. I learned much from those days. How to recognize my own crap writing, how to keep trying and how to rewrite something almost entirely from memory because you spilled something all over the original.
Nobody said writing was easy. In fact I think it would be easier to juggle on one foot while skipping rope. Yet still it is in fact something I must do, I'm compelled at any given moment to take what has wormed it's way into my brain and force it out in something resembling a story.
I used to be fiercely protective of my work, going so far as to never share it with anyone. It was a lack of faith in myself and those around me that kept me so guarded. I've learned since then that putting yourself out there is the only way to grow. In fact much like growing into an adult it's extraordinarily painful and less than pretty to watch. Be prepared to be insulted, embarrassed, chagrined and corrected. But there comes a moment when you realize it's all worth it, more than worth it, it's exhilarating.
There are very few things that come as close to the emotional roller coaster of being a writer. I can experience nearly anything through the words and worlds I create. I can live moments I might never otherwise take part in. It's no joke when people say writing is a laborious process. It's taken me over twenty years to find the courage to publish something for the world to read.
But I've found that place that I hope every writer finds. I'm happy with what I write; I enjoy it, I aim for others to enjoy. When I put it out there I have faith that I've created something I can be proud of. In the end if no one buys a book, I never become famous, or do a book signing it won't matter. Because ultimately I became confident in what I write and that is better than anything else.
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