Day Three Of Writing

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1:14pm ~ 2,717 words 92% battery life.

I’m writing from a hotel room on vacation. Writing happens here and there and everywhere. The hubby and I ran away for the weekend, he’s off getting a massage and I’m here typing away. Or at least trying. 

Today I started thinking of word counts. How long do I want this little novel to be, how far do I want to take this plot? We’ve decided its gotta be small enough we can put it all together in one volume and hand out to all the places inspiring this little story, my favorite bar, the kids own wilderness camp, that bookstore here in Roanoke where Sky and Liam will stop and browse, the list goes on. I’m so excited to see how my daughter blooms through this little writing project. Anyhow back to writing. 

1:35 pm ~ 3,212 words 88% battery life.

Writing away. Doubt starts to sneak in. It always happens about this far into a story. You know, its like the monster under the bed, but its the one inside your head you cant escape by leaving the room. That negative voice inside who whisper shit like …

“Who do you think you are?”

“Do you really think this is any good?”

“Your writing is crap.”

“Nobody is gonna want to read this shit.”

“Who are YOU to be writing romance novels? Weren’t you just arguing with your husband?”

“You should just give up and do something else.”

ON AND ON AND ON.

Heres what you do when those voices come up. Or rather, heres what I do. I say FUCK YOU and just keep writing. 

2:22 pm ~ 3,596 words 84% battery life.

I fought through the negative thinking. I got words down but I think I’ve had enough for today.

Starry Sky Novel : Day Two

12:41 pm ~ 1,515

Note to self : Know what the fuck you are going to write before you sit down at the computer. Period. Exclamation mark. 

I started the day staring at the screen. Waiting for my fingers to dance but.. nothing. I know people (ahem: Stephen King) who can fly by the seat of their pants, and claim no outline or writers notebook is needed but.. I’m no King. I need direction. Always. This gal, is legit directionally challenged. In all the ways.

Grab paper, re-read what was written yesterday and scribble out a scene plan. What happens next. Thats it. And then, the words will hopefully flow. If only I can remind myself of this advice each time the pause comes. 

1:23 pm ~ 2,098

Sometimes, I gotta just admit when something isn’t working. I mean, I know my word count is rising, so technically its considered progress, the story and characters are captivating me, so, win! But. It feels forced. Ive learned to never force the words. So, I take a break, another pause to brainstorm. 

My favorite way to brainstorm is with a creative tool, a little thing called mind-mapping. Google it. Or better yet, I’ve got a whole youtube video mind mapping my ideal client for my coaching practice - it you can check out here: mind-mapping my way.

Mind-mapping is one of my most valued tools for this writing process. I’m off to map what the first day at camp is gonna be like for these characters of mine. I debate a kiss, but its a bit too early. Kisses are just so fun to write. And experience. Hmmm perhaps what I really need is a kissing break with my own man. His kiss will definitely wake up this pause. 

2:32 pm ~ 2,599

My laptop is still at 70 percent battery life and I remind myself I can’t give up just yet so I keep typing along. A little youtube break for inspiration and kick-in-the pants and I’m back to writing. In case you all wondered, I’ve got dinner in the crock pot - marinara meatballs (chicken) and mushrooms. I’m not sure what sides or how the dinner will play out. I guess in many ways I run my home the same way I do my writing. I have plans and dreams and goals for how I’d like my day to look but as far as the actual “how to get there” it can be a little fuzzy. I count meat in the crock a win. All other stuff will show itself and fall into place like these words. One foot in front of the other. Its the only way to live.

On another topic. True story. I’m wanting a glass of something and seeing as we are closer to 3:00 than we are 2:00, closer to dinner than breakfast, I debate opening a bottle of wine. But I’m on this mimosa kick lately. So I pop open a bottle of champagne. Doesn’t champagne make you feel all celebratory. Like, I’m a special person. It reminds me of an amazing book I read and still re-visit called The Champagne Diet. Read it if you haven’t. Its so good. 

Anyways. Where was I, oh yes, so I pop open the bottle and when I say POP I mean POP. Nothing spills, I’ve got a little trick that helps prevent spill, along with bodily harm of cork to face. Have you ever noticed that typical wine tops/corks don’t fit in champagne bottles? Unless I’m just doing it wrong. So I put a napkin over the lid and secure it with a hair tie. Yup. Truth. This is my life. I make the rules.

2:57 pm ~ 2,632

Done for the day. The house is starting to smell like an Italian restaurant and I need to figure out the rest of this dinner plan I’ve got simmering. I cant help but wonder how all this writing is going to work itself out once my kiddos are back and we start another homeschool year. On average I’ve been writing after lunch-ish for a bit so perhaps I can keep it up. 

I worry about stupid shit like this. Finding time to do the things I love yet balanced with all my other responsibilities and “jobs” as a stay-at-home homeschooling mama who is still trying to keep her badassery and wild sexy life alive. Its an adventure for sure. And I love this life.

Lets Get This Party Started

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11:20am. 

I’m not gonna sit here and tell you its easy. This writer mama life. I've given up and started so many other adventures along the way, hoping something less .. painful would stick. It didn't. This life is NOT EASY! Writing is one of the the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. For so many reasons. These are the stories, this is the process, confessions of a writer mama. Day One.

I’m supposed to be starting a romance novel today, I haven’t written a romance in forever and the first one, well, let me just tell you. I don’t even want to tell you. I never mention I wrote it, I don’t claim it, its not listed in the collections page. I hide it. Its not because it's bad, necessarily, I just didn’t realize writing fiction was like cutting your soul open and sharing all your embarrassing moments. There is no such thing as fiction. Let me repeat that again. There is no such thing as fiction.

Anyways, I’m supposed to be writing a fiction. My daughter and I decided, what the hell, lets write romances together. She’s sixteen. Try writing a sex scene with a sixteen year old. Interesting doesn’t even begin to describe it. So, no more procrastinating, I need to put this project down and get started. But theres just so much more to say.

Oh that isn’t all. I got up early to start "said romance project" but dilly-dallied my way around the morning, I took a long soak in my claw foot tub, watched some youtube for inspiration (thinking this too was part of the “working” process) AND THEN.. I had to go out and shop for dinner PLUS champagne for mimosa. Somehow I got in my head mimosas would fix everything and get the ball rolling. Maybe it did. I mean, technically I’m writing, I’m just not writing the book I’m supposed to be writing. Or am I? I never really know when I'm chasing inspiration.

1:37 pm

Okay its been two hours and I’ve got the first 700 words of our novel typed up. Woot woot. This shit is happening. I type and then read out loud, type and read, type and read, didn’t realize that was one of my quirks till just now. And surprise surprise just when I’m seeking clarity on a specific thing (like the title for this book) it comes to me. 

Just like that. Brilliant. Write. Read. Repeat. Keep it simple stupid. Or is it, keep it simple sweetie. I guess it depends on how nice one wants to be, or their audience. I’m not worried about either honestly. Authenticity is the way this whole collection is gonna work. I’m gonna write and then share the crap going on inside my head cause I've heard to create the thing you need the most need/needed to find. I wish I’d had an honest to goodness glimpse into a writers life. What was it like? What did they eat? What did they drink? Did they have a life outside of writing? If so, what did it look like? 

Welcome to the world of me. I’m gonna spill all my messy guts out onto the page and tell you everything. Cause honestly, I still want to know everything. All the things. I give that which I desire. So consider this my diary of the journey. My confessions, frustrations, wins. Hopefully there will be wins, right? Oh yeah, my insecurities. Like I said, all the things. So. Here we are. Half way through day one. I wonder where it will lead me.

I have a thought. What if I created some type of fun ritual challenge. Cause yeah, I like a little competition/challenge, especially when it comes to myself. So. Heres what I’m thinking. I’m going to try to begin the day with a fully charged laptop. I write and write. And read and read. And repeat, you get the point. I show up regardless of inspiration and I write. I write and write and read and repeat till I get to ten percent on my battery. I’m not allowed to leave the page till the battery is run down by writing to ten percent, cause anything lower is really risking a loss of material. So we charge the battery up and hopefully see a high word count. The challenge is on. Let the adventure begin.

2:34pm ~ 1,365 words

Okay. I think I’m done for the day. I’ve had WAY TOO MUCH Champagne and my words are starting to melt together. Ive decided to start writing my word counts at the top alongside the time just so we are totally honest and open about this whole process. I’m at 1365 words and it feels fucking amazing. The story is evolving, the characters are showing up and wooing me. Theres a story here. Not just one. But many I’m telling. Thats that thing about fiction. IT DOESNT EXIST!

My oldest daughter just texted me and is on her way home from work. She’s excited to have some girl time before the sexy hubby arrives home from work and all my evening preparations get going. Steak dinner, sex, oh, you know, the usual when you are living a wild sexy life. Anyhow, 1,365 words plus the 857-ish words I’ve thrown down right here.  Not a bad beginning. Its the perfect one if I do say so myself. Welcome to the madness.