When I sit down and talk with friends and family about what our favorite books are, I am always amazed by the fact that the list is a growing and ever changing one. It’s not a stale list that has the same favorites that it always had, it is something that is living and changes as often as the world revolves around the sun. And I like that. Who wants to talk about the same books, every day, for the rest of our lives? Isn’t it amazing that things like this are living and they are always changing?
I was giving some thought to what is constant in my life and life in general. At this point (and isn’t that funny when I say at this point because that in itself goes to show that this wasn’t always the ‘contstant list’), I’m a mother, a wife, a writer, a Civilian government employee, a daughter, a sister, and a pet owner. There are a ton more, but I won’t drag that on. The point that I was trying to make that even this list of constants, changes. I wasn’t always a mother, for example. But the second that I became one, you can be that the order of priorities in life changed, and even the job of being a mother is an ever changing one because your kids don’t stay the same age forever. (Ohhh, if you could pick an age, what would it be?)
Applying this school of thought to my writing, the lesson that I get out of it is that my writing changes every day. And thank the Lord for that. If my writing was the same as when I first started (back in high school), things would be pretty bleak for me. I can start everyday fresh and even if the previous day all I wrote was caca, I can begin again and work through that to something even better. Or who knows? Maybe what I wrote before isn’t that bad, and just my inner critic was yelling at me because they are jealous?
Have you been getting bogged down by your inner critic lately?
For the last couple weeks I have been putting out about 2,000 to 3,000 words a day (excluding the weekends) and am now about a fourth of the way done with my current work in progress! Yes! Yay! And the crowd goes wild! *wink*
I know that this may seem a little lame, but for me it’s huge because excluding the book that I wrote when I was sixteen (which I can’t seem to find whole anywhere – just bits and pieces) this will be the first manuscript that I’ve written, fully, in a very long time. I’ve had a ton of false starts, although I truly believe that each and every one of them was an important lesson to learn along the way, but this will be the first to reach the finished first draft stage.
I’m not kidding myself into believing that my work will be done at this point, but to be able to get to the revision hell stage would be amazing! Haha, yes, I’m sure it’s going to be hell.
A great lady that I know named Kristen Lamb, (http://warriorwriters.wordpress.com), just posted a blog about writing like Captain Kirk and I’ve been putting that theory to the absolute test these last couple of weeks. I figure that if I can keep Spock at bay, and maintain my current momentum, then I should be finished with my first draft sometime around the middle of July. *screaming* And the crowd goes wild again!
I know that this is just the beginning, but it has been the most positive that I’ve felt about a manuscript than I have felt in a long time. (Now if I can just keep up with my blog posts.)
How has your week been going so far?
So, I’m coming along on my WIP (work in progress), another three thousand words down today! Yay! But what is actually pretty funny is that I seem to be working this book into some kind of suspense or paranormal work. I don’t get it. I grew up and read nothing but romance for the longest time. It actually wasn’t until recently (maybe a few years ago) that I started expanding on that but paranormal was never on that list before. And I like suspense (I mean who doesn’t appreciate something that amps up the nerves), but it was never something that I considered writing before. Isn’t that strange?
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I mean, when I was a little girl (and honestly, it’s still true today), I can’t stand anything that is supposed to be scary. I had this one friend growing up that would make me watch a scary movie every time that I came over to spend the night. It was horrible! We went through the entire Halloween series, watched Candy Land, and even Dracula. (I don’t care what you say, I didn’t see that movie as being a romance movie.) *ick* It’s just me, you know? I just really never got into any of that, which is why I find it weird that my writing seems to be taking on this edge all by itself. It’s not listening to me at all!
Do you have that problem? Have you ever found yourself writing and finding that the story that you are working on goes in a completely opposite direction that what you had intended. Meanwhile, I’m sitting here, yelling at the screen, “Hey you! Come back here!” *smile*
It’s good, I guess. Because it needs to be organic to the story, I just feel that I’ve lost all control. (Like I had it the begin with.) 🙂
The other day I was in the shower and I couldn’t remember if I conditioned my hair or not because I had just been struck with a great wave of inspiration for my current work in progress. (WIP) It was the oddest thing and I think I ended up conditioning my hair twice, but I just couldn’t be sure so off I went again.
It got me thinking about the various places that inspiration has struck me over the years. Once while I was driving back from a writer’s conference (yay DFW Writer’s Conference), I had all this positive energy going from the conference and all the great people I met while I was there, so half way home between Dallas and Wichita Falls, inspiration struck! I had to immediately pull over so I could write everything down when I was thinking it because I didn’t want any of it to go away. You know what I mean? Going back to the shower incident, I finished my shower in record time, and even wrote some of my “notes” in the steam on the glass of my shower so I wouldn’t forget.
This is how I end up with spiral notebooks everywhere in my house. Next to the pile of books that I always have, (must be because I’m afraid I’ll run out of new books to read), there is always a notebook of some sort with a pen or pencil, just in case I might need it for that swift moment of inspiration. (I’ve even taken to carrying a notebook and sticky notes in my purse.)
How about you? What is the weirdest place that inspiration has struck for you?