Last year, I discovered some really great authors and their books. While I didn’t read a whole lot (by some standards), I recorded 24 books read on Goodreads. I might have missed recording a few…just saying….
It started out with reading under the covers with a flashlight and progressed to reading at the beach while wearing shades. And those middle of the night breast-feeding events…what would I have done without a book in my hands to keep me awake?
I went through a stage where I started a book and ended the book the same day. No, I’m not one of those super fast readers. But once a story grabbed me, I couldn’t put it down and I’d read far into the wee hours of the morning till I reached THE END. Only then, with a satisfied sigh, could I turn off the light and drift off to sleep…only to have the alarm clock ring two hours later to wake me for work.
Now that I’m older, I can blame the authors who threaten my health and my livelihood. Even though I no longer stay up all night to finish a book (well, okay, so I still do it occasionally), when a story and its characters have me in their grip, I’m awake all night THINKING about the story and characters…wondering what’s going to happen, how it’s all going to end (even though I know it’s going to be a HEA).
And in the morning when I drag myself out of bed, it’s all I can do to force myself to sit down at my computer and get my own story written. So yes, not only do these precious authors threaten my health, but they threaten my livelihood too.
This summer, Liane Moriaty is the culprit as I work my way through her backlist…
What author threatens your health and livelihood?
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As I write this post, my favorite guy has a vacuum in his hands and is sprucing up the house for the holidays. I’ve been busy baking (check out my Facebook page for some delicious holiday squares) and in just three more days, the turkey will be in the oven. Yummmm…
I’m super excited for the upcoming year. In early 2017, not only am I writing, but I’m diving into cover design, ebook and print formatting, and more. For a long time now, I’ve been handling the techie end of my writing career, so I’ve decided to indulge in my love of all things techie. Coming soon…smscreates.com.
In the comments, tell me about your favorite family holiday squares, and do you make them from scratch or buy them from the grocery store?
From my house to yours, I wish you a safe and warm holiday season.
For years, I’ve had this Nora Roberts quote pinned to my wall. It’s a reminder to just get the story down, no matter how messy that first draft is.
Mostly, I write seven days a week. On some days—those days when my imagination has gone AWOL—I stare listlessly at the computer screen or gaze out the window at the wildlife in the pond. I try not to take a single day off. If I do, the flow of the story falters and grinds to a halt. It might take days for my characters to reappear. So I show up. Every. Single. Day. Even when I’m on vacation.
This week, I finished the first draft of my super secret project (coming fall of 2016!!!) and quite frankly, it was hard work. Lackluster work. One of those books where the hero and heroine sat in the corner of the coffee shop and whistled Dixie while I bled each word. And then I began the revisions and found pure gold.
Stay tuned for more about this story. I’m looking forward to sharing it with you in the coming months. As soon as it’s no longer a super secret project…
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The other morning, reluctant to get out of bed but knowing full well that I should, I snuggled into the covers and let my mind wander. I’d spent the last month puzzling over a couple of important plot points that I needed for the end of Caught Between a Rock and a Hunka Man. I wanted them to be touching and emotional and definitely romantic, but up to that Saturday morning, I still had nothing.
Not a single idea. Not even a hint.
The fact that I’d spent the month of December stressing over Christmas preparations (and of course, eating all of those “preparations”) probably had something to do with the lack of inspiration. My muse was hiding in the background, staying out of my way, and waiting for me to chill.
Then bang, on that Saturday morning as I lazed in bed, I got a twofer. Yes, two separate scenes that came like a sprinkle of fairy dust. I promptly thanked my muse for blessing me with the ideas, then charged out of bed to write them down before they vanished.
And vanish they do. There’s a wonderful scene in the movie About Time where the playwright answers the incessant knocking at the front door only to lose the only idea he’s had all year. (Awesome, romantic, funny, heartbreaking movie, btw!) Catch the trailer here:
So that’s how inspiration appears for me, like magic, in a puff of smoke sprinkled with fairy dust. How do your ideas come to you (and I’m not just talking writing here…any old flash of inspiration in your day will do). Talk to me. I love to hear from you!