Life is a roller coaster. I’m launching my author website this week, and it will be awesome, and I’m terrified. But also giddy. But also terrified? Terrigiddy, I think is what they call this.
A couple of things I’m thinking about this week:
Passing time. Our heroes are going from one place to another. They’re sitting in a restaurant and eating. The heroine and her love interest are hanging out at the park for a whole evening. How do we let the reader in on the event, without boring them for three pages with “here’s what I ordered and what we said to each other and how about that Coke?”
I read a passage yesterday that I just had to highlight. (I never highlight books, but this one is signed and addressed to me, so I can’t very well resell it when I’m done–might as well make it mine.) The protagonist was at a bar with a cute boy and said, “He kept me entertained. I looked at my watch and suddenly, it was eleven, and time to go home.”
BOOM. Done. Over. And everything that needed to be said was said. They had a great evening–so much so that she lost track of time. Ingenious.
My first book. We’re close to having a cover and a sample chapter for THE DEVIL’S FIRE, and a tentative release date. I can’t share any of these with you just yet, but soon, my pretties. SOON.
Finding your joy. I’ll admit it: I’m a little disheartened right now with one of my projects. I’m stalled in my revision. Every time I look at it, I just stare at the screen and my blinking cursor and chew my cuticles. Seriously, my hands are destroyed and I have almost nothing to show for it.
How do you conquer your enemy when your enemy is yourself? I’m the only thing standing between me and this revision getting done. Between me and querying this book. I have an ache in my chest to just finish it already and hit the next bullet point on my career goal list, but I somehow can’t bring myself to do it.
At some point, I started to hate writing.
Isn’t that sick? What writer hates writing? I felt totally lost, because writing has been my getaway, has been my joy, since I was four years old. Stories were my blood.
So, instead of despairing, I decided to just let the draft sit and ferment for a while. I’ve been reading books that I hope will give me inspiration–I have a library hold on The False Prince and a friend is bringing me the sequel to one of my favorite books, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making. (Seriously, this book is awesome, you should read it.)
I’m also working on my Seekrit Project, just to keep my writer blood moving. You can’t become a better writer without practice, and maybe if I can become a better writer, I can tackle this beast that I’ve built for myself.
When you’re in a bind and feeling low on inspiration, find your joy. Embrace it.
Time management. Working a freelance job that fluctuates drastically in terms of workload is a tricky creature. I had more work last month than I’ve ever had–which is a great thing, but also a massive distraction from other projects.
The Freedom app has saved my life. If you’re like me, and have a hard time tuning out distractions without help, Freedom is the way to go.
Critiquing. I love critiquing, but I’m always a little nervous when I send off those comments to the author. As my significant other would say, my brutal honesty is my best quality and my worst flaw. I just can’t help it. I don’t even know how to lie off-the-cuff, even if just for the sake of a joke.
So how glad was I when my CP announced on Twitter that I was beyond helpful? I might have hummed a little song. This is the reason I critique–because I want your book to be the best that it can be.
How was your weekend? What little lessons have you learned lately?