Posts Tagged ‘writing’

(writing) The importance of schedules

goal crushedIt’s a Sunday, which means I’m down at Gibson’s Bookstore, writing. It’s a habit we (by we, I mean the other crazies writers that meet with me) started during NaNoWriMo this past November, and we’ve continued to meet every Sunday since then. We started with four of us – now we’re up to eight, and have our own barista. And it’s been a real force in what I’ve been able to get done since then: another book done, a Patreon site launched with the start of the StarChild book, and seven chapters done on a book that I’m hoping to get finished and shopping to an agent by the end of the year. Not to mention that I’m writing regularly, and it’s helped me get through the loss of my mother. Oh yeah, and there’s a book coming in May.

 

It’s the schedule that has allowed me to do this. One of the only pieces of writing advice that has always stuck with me is BICFOK – Butt In Chair, Fingers On Keyboard. You can’t write if you don’t make the time to write. You can’t. It’s just a given. And having a regular schedule is what helps you do this.

 

Even when my week has been shit, and I cannot for the life put words down after staring at a screen of emails for 10+ hours, I know that I’ll have Sunday morning to salvage my writing. And I can always count on the tea and the company to keep me going.

 

So now, it’s time for me close this blog post, and get the writing open. I leave you with this bit of advice: Make yourself a schedule, and stick to it.

(writing/personal) Blog tour! Blog tour! Eek!

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How do you find time to write? What do you listen to while you write? Where do your ideas come from? Do you have any rituals? What’s your favorite book/author?

 

These are all the things that are swirling through my mind right now, because I’m starting to work on the blog posts for the blog tour for Winter’s Secrets that’s coming out in May (ohgodohgodohgod). I’m also writing other things, because I’ve got a patreon site going now. In short, there are so many words to write, and there seems to be almost no time to write it all. It’s very exciting, and slightly terrifying.

 

Which means I need to write. Eek!

(writing) Taking the leap

writerWell, I’ve been talking about it for a while, and I’ve finally taken the plunge.

 

I’ve signed up for Patreon. You can sign up for my stream here.

 

Now, to allay any fears – I will still be posting here too. And the Advent Story will still be here in December every year. And every so often, I’ll drop story stuff in here. But if you really want to read regular fiction from me, come on over to Patreon. I mean, for $1 a month minimum, you get stories. And the first one is the first book in the Shanna series. (For more money, you get more stuff, of course)

 

I’m also getting ready to do a blog tour! And boy, do we have some interesting folks willing to host me! The tour starts May 16 and goes to June 16, and I’ll have a full list here as soon as I’m able.

 

Now, I gotta get writing!

(personal/writing) Working through the grief

The family

 

The picture above is 4 generations of my family, taken four years ago (I believe). Since then, my grandmother (on the left) passed away two months before her 99th birthday, and just this past Tuesday, my mother passed away, barely 2 months past her 65th birthday.

 

I won’t lie – it’s been a hard week. My mother fought stage 4 endometrial cancer until the end, and she did not go quietly into that good night. She went out on her terms, though, and before she said good night for the last time (not good bye; she hated good byes), she made me promise a few things.

 

My mother and father have always been my biggest supporters of my writing, along with my husband. I’m so very lucky to have always had that support. When I announced at age 6 that I was going to be a writer, I didn’t get “Oh, that’s nice, but what do you really want to be?” Instead, I got a typewriter, and my parents read everything I wrote. And saved all of it, as I discovered this week. (Wow, my writing at age 7 was horrible, but at least I knew how to use the word “wretched” properly.) So when Mom asked me to not stop writing, but to keep going, I knew I couldn’t say no.

 

So there will be more Molly. I’ve promised to make sure my nieces have an Advent story every year. And I’ve started working on the details of the Patreon page I’m going to be starting up. And I’m finishing

(writing) I need to write Sapph

Damn, I need to write more ghost stories. Really.

 

In my spare time.

(writing/health) Depression, and the continuing struggle

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I was going through my pictures the other day, and realized just how dark this one is. This is my street, during a snowstorm a few years ago. And it got me to thinking about how dark days, dark winters, really, really affect me. And my writing.

 

I don’t think that it’s a coincidence that a lot of my Horseman books happen in the dark cold of a New Hampshire winter, or in the Shadow Lands. It’s a dark series, and for me, cold and dark have always gone hand in hand. I vaguely remember enjoying winter once, but now, it seems as soon as the days start getting shorter and it starts getting colder out, I start to shut down. I don’t want to do anything other than sleep. I hate being cold. I hate having to wear coats and gloves and YakTraks. I just don’t like winter.

 

But this winter seemed especially hard, even though it wasn’t that cold and snowy. My depression whispered to me during these long nights, taunting me, reminding me that I wasn’t writing when everyone around me was, I wasn’t doing much of anything, I was gaining weight and losing time, and didn’t I just feel awful about it? Never mind that pretty much NONE of that (except the feeling awful part) was true. Depression is like that – it’s a snake that whispers where no one else can hear, and it tells lies that sound like the truth, and it’s so hard not to believe it.

 

I can only imagine what winter was like before electric lights, before heated buildings, before cars to get to work. I luckily don’t lose power that often, so I don’t get to experience that. Even camping now seems less…rustic, and I know it’s because I chose to make it that way. And yet, winter isn’t just a dead time.

 

It’s a sleeping time. The earth doesn’t die – it sleeps, snug in a winter blanket, dreaming of the longer days and warmer sun that’s coming. Everything needs down time, and perhaps I’ve been looking at winter the wrong way. Perhaps, even though my depression is telling me lies, those lies are rooted in a truth that I’ve been ignoring: that even though technology insists we can go 24-7, all day, every day, that life doesn’t do well at full-throttle. That everything needs a break, a winter’s nap, and that I should see this time as hibernation, my body and my soul recovering from the stresses of life. I’m not hiding away from everyone – I’m recharging, waiting for the cold to roll back, and the soil to warm, so I can spread my leaves out to the sun again.

 

I’m not denying that I have depression. I will always have depression – there is no cure, at least not yet. But I can learn from it, use it, respect it and what it is trying to tell me. And realize that under the lies is a kernel of truth, and nurturing that truth is what I need to do.

(writing) Thinking about cons and giveaways

moonkittyConventions, not con games, that is. I’m getting things ready for rolling out Winter Secrets at Balticon and ConCarolinas this year, and so I’m thinking about these kind of things, which to be honest, are both fun and annoying to me as a writer.

 

Fun, because ooh, what can I give away to get people excited in the book? I mean, I love giving things to people. I want to be rich, so I can randomly give stuff to people. I still randomly give stuff to people, even though I’m not rich. And with Molly, since we share a love of tea, I can give away one of my favorite things: TEA. Which everyone should drink, because it is awesome.

 

At the same time, it’s hard, because a) I’m NOT rich; b) tea is not cheap; c) time spent planning giveaways and putting them together takes away from time I have to write, and that is what I truly love to do. But this world means you have to wear several hats as a writer, and publicist is one of them. So, I’m thinking today about what I’m going to do for my two cons (which are back to back, so yay?)

 

Molly, as many of my readers know, loves to collect odd tea cups and mugs to use in CrossWinds Books. So what better giveaway than a tea cup/mug and some of her favorite tea? I’ll have at least one set to give away at each con, but how to do it? At Balticon, I’ll have a table, and I think I might offer tickets to anyone who takes a postcard or bookmark about the book. More tickets if you buy it. Then I can draw a ticket and give it away. At ConCarolinas, I won’t have a table, so I’m going to see what I want to do. I might see who’s got a party going, and see if I can give it away there. Or package it with a copy of the book to the charity auction. And then, I have to come up with postcards and bookmarks, maybe tea bags, to give away at the freebies table.

 

It’s not cheap – either in terms of money or in terms of time. I don’t have a publications department doing this for me, especially with these books, as I’m publishing them myself. It could be a fulltime job on its own, to be honest. But at the same time, it’s kind of fun to see what I can come up with.

 

What would you like to see on a freebie table? Got any ideas? Let me know!

 

(writing) On grooves and getting into them.

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It’s Sunday, which has become a writing/editing day for me. There is a wonderful bookstore/cafe in my hometown called Gibson’s Bookstore, that has become one of my favorite places around. I even saw John Scalzi speak here! (It was cool. I was sick, so I stayed away from him, but it was VERY cool. Yes, I’m a bit of a fan girl.)

 

Anyways, they have a great cafe and they LIKE WRITERS! So every Sunday, a group of us have been meeting to drink amazing tea and coffee, and write. Or edit. Or graphic design. Or sewing. We’re an eclectic group, and we love our coffee/tea.

 

Today, it wasn’t even really a thought. It was Sunday. It was time to go to Gibson’s. And now, as I’m sitting here, I’m realizing that this has become a tradition, and how much this has helped me get back into the writing mindset. Writers are very much creatures of habit (I suspect most humans are, but I can only speak for writers), and the more that writing becomes a habit, the more I do it. See this blog, for example. This is my third blog post this week. After what, a month? And I’m seeing this in other ways too.

 

I’m still working on Winter Secrets, but Sapph has been stirring in my brain, offering up snippets that I’m going to be using in the first draft of her next book. She’s got a new playlist too – we’re both hooked on Billy Joel, who I think will be the soundtrack to her book. Because, well, Billy Joel is awesome. (And if you disagree, I don’t care. I saw him twice in concert, and he’s amazing.) I don’t sing well, and I don’t play an instrument, but I do find that I write better when I have a playlist. As if the music teases out the words. So I have been listening to Billy Joel on almost constant playback, and it’s helping me get in that writing mindframe as well.

 

And I’m reading. My last book was Red Hot Steele, by Alex Berg (thank you, Dad, for suggesting it! It was awesome) and there might be a review in my future. Maybe. I’m trying to get back into my reading again, because reading and writing are so intertwined.

 

So yes, writing is happening. So is editing. I might even be getting ready for the leap to Patreon. And I’ll be at Gibson’s every Sunday (except when I’m traveling), if you want to join me.

(writing/personal) All the things

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Life has been complicated lately. Some things have ended, others have started, and I’m not quite sure how I’m handling all of it. I’m not going to discuss that, or what’s really going on yet. I’m going to talk about writing.

 

I know, shocking. But I’ve not really been writing lately, and I’ve realized that how I deal with the stresses life gives me goes down in quality when I don’t write. The problem is giving myself permission to take some time for me, and write. I need to get myself into that headspace, and even if it’s only 250 words, or a blog post, or a character sketch for the new book I want to write, I need to do it. So hopefully, you’ll be seeing more here.

 

I’m still working on the rewrite of Winter Secrets, which should hopefully be done soon. Today, I’m editing for a friend, who has a new book coming out in May that I think you guys will like (think CSI meets Fern Gully). And I’ll have some new stuff coming along – I’m playing with redesigning the website, and adding some more links. Considering a Patreon site as well. Maybe some guest blogs? And some tea stuff, because, well, tea.

 

And writing. Always writing. Because first and foremost, I am a writer.

(personal/writing) Writing in the wind

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I’m currently sitting in a comfy chair in an infusion room at UMass Memorial Hospital in Worcester, with an IV in my arm, waiting for my next Remicade infusion. It’s raining outside, and as I’m on the 6th floor, I have a lovely view of the parking lot, and the rain. (Hey, at least it’s not snow. I don’t have to shovel rain.) Days like this, when I’m due for my medication and it’s grey, and I’ve had a very busy weekend, I’m usually NOT wanting to do anything. I want to just curl up in my chair and let the Benadryl take me away into dreams, but I’m still working on deadline, so no sleeping today.

I’ve also been re-reading The Artist’s Way – I am feeling…not blocked, precisely, but more unsatisfied. Like I know there is more I could be doing, but I’m stuck in the “don’t wanna” phase. I want to have this book done. I want to have the next book done. I just don’t want to write it.

At the same time, I don’t want to not write. I love writing. I love it when the words flow, and I love it when they don’t, and every page is a struggle, but it’s there and it’s blood and you can see it. It’s a tension within me, and the more days I go without writing, the more I hurt. And it’s a mental hurt, that slowly twists within me to a physical hurt. And I didn’t realize WHY, until I looked at The Artist’s Way and realized I haven’t been doing morning pages or artist dates or really anything other than slogging through life and work and BLEAH, as Snoopy would say. Not the way I want to live my life.

Part of this was what happened this weekend. Birka was this weekend, and it was a mixture of sad and happy things. The sad was going by the empty chair outside the merchant hall that someone had written “Uncle Olaf’s Chair” on, since Baron Olaf, who started the event and was almost always there, passed away suddenly in December. The happy was two-fold – I was feeling well enough that I didn’t need to “recover” so much from running around for two days straight, and I was inducted into the Order of the Silver Crescent, a service order in the Kingdom. My whole family showed up! It was awesome! And best of all, my mom passed along her medallion to me. I will cherish it.

But it showed me that life is fleeting, and that you can’t make excuses, or one day, there won’t be any more time. So morning pages are going to start again. I’m going to plan an artist’s date for myself, even if it’s something as simple as going to the library and browsing the books, or going to Gibson’s and coloring in one of my new coloring books by myself for an hour. It’s time to start refilling the well.

I start editing a new piece for a friend this week too, which I am SUPER excited about. And I’m putting together a website for another favorite project that I’ll be able to link to soon, I hope. I need to finish the Winter’s Secrets rewrite, and then it’s on to working on launching a Patreon project. I have plans, and I don’t intend to not work on them.