My mind is oddly clear, though the slight pounding in my head is an irritant. I’m loving this colder weather but not the headaches that come with it.
This is the first time all week I’ve been able to peel my eyes away from one finished manuscript and put my attention on a work in progress.
After reading The Devil’s Den over thirty times or more, it was time to give my editing eyes a rest.
I’ve started on book four but to be honest it has been a challenge. After three books I have learned the importance of having an outline and learning how to properly edit. Though a thirty to fifty page outline for a 250 page book might have been a tad excessive on my part but it eliminates having to worry about plot holes. I think they’re every writer’s nightmare. Get too close and you’ll get sucked into a pit you can’t write your way out of.
Ah, November is coming up. Meaning NaNoWriMo, yes national novel writing month. Fifty thousand words, one month, and enough loss of sanity to make bystanders run far far away from grumpy writers.
Naturally I’m set to participate. Stock piled my favorite coffee and tea, my desk is visible, outline about finished. I’d say all in all I’m pretty pumped for it. A 1666 word minimum a day is not much but it’ll be enough to help me finish my final project for the year.
Speaking of my final project, I set a due date for it. Didn’t realize that week is also finals and my third book’s release week (unless it changes). Oh the chaos! I guess I better start typing faster.
Today I got edits back for novel #2 meaning one more round and boom it’s out for the world to see. Hard to believe novel #1 made its professional entrance in November. This means I am on the cusp of completing a new year’s resolution and life goal.
Meanwhile within this month two beautiful opportunities have presented themselves to me. To which I have jumped on them.
In the meantime I have started novel #3 which is set to be released late this fall. So it’s safe to say busy is not a word I acknowledge currently. Though I wouldn’t partake in all this if I didn’t want to.
That’s the beauty of opportunities. They pop up right at the time you need them.
With such a bustling schedule I have been on hiatus. I haven’t really been on social media either. That’s not exactly a bad thing though!
Now it is time to come back for the umpteenth time and start sharing my musings. My ways of finding motivation in the midst of crazy everything.
I look forward to connecting with everyone. Have a positive week all.
Time is a demon. Maybe that is an illusion. An illusion we overlook because we spend our lives filled with emptiness. Waiting. Waiting, for the end we all know is coming.
All of time we partake in trying to fill this void. Stuffing it full of material things that we pay for with a piece of material we invented. So is it actually even real? Money? Mansions? That same designer purse every woman thinks she should carry? Yeah, you know the one.
Is it likely that everything we see around us is some figment of our imagination? Have we created it to make our lives better, or to pack the space that our minds see?
Early man had so little, but was able to do so much? Views are changing drastically. A changing society has adapted to be that way. Trends come in, trends go out. Seems like on a week to week basis.
We are unlike our ancestors, is it that we view things differently?
Men of the past had to survive. They did not have the things to fill their space, they filled it with actions. Our modern race is simply surviving. Packed by the things, what the imagination has created. Is it really living?
Have you written a story that breathes?
Have you ever written a story that bleeds?
Have you ever written a story that comes out with ease?
Have you ever had to cut a story from your soul?
Have you ever had to throw it out on the streets?
Have you ever had to watch it suffer?
Have you had to watch it mourn?
Have you ever had to help it get back to purpose it was written for?
Is that why you write?
Bang My head against the Wall.
Make bed with dog still in it,
God I love you coffee.
Take dog out,
Walk all over no man’s land,
Waiting, still no squat.
Get chased by coyotes,
Lovely and did I mention it’s cold out?
I still love you coffee.
Good morning novel,
Oh you don’t want to talk with me,
I’m going back to bed.
I’ll see you in a few hours,
Slightly before my caffeine crash sets in.