Work done

3 09 2013

Last night I went to bed, feeling a strange feeling.
I didn’t feel restless, no inner struggles, no sense of impending failure or wasted time or frustration.
I felt complete, finished, settled.

As I lay back in bed, awash in this unusual sensation of satisfaction, it occurred to me what the cause was.

I had written.

Nothing earth shattering, probably not even something any good, but I’d let my muse lead me around and for the moment, she was content.

Almost everyone who writes mentions how much more wonderful the feeling of “having written” is than the actual process of ripping the words out of your head.

It’s been a long time since I felt that so acutely.

Thanks, #3daynovel contest. It’s been a fun ride and I’m smug as a cat this morning.
Now, if I can only get my computer printer to cooperate….

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Day Three #3DayNovel

2 09 2013

Yikes! Is that 8:22 already?

Foggy day to go with my brain. It’s been days of sitting, dwelling in my head, I still have miles to go before the story ends, and my fingers just aren’t fast enough to get them all in.

Haven’t had a decent meal except for dinner the last two days – not hungry, given my total exercise is mental. Not ODing on coffee, yet. I think today may be the day as I scream into the finish line…panicking, wind in my teeth, madness in my glance.

Need a soundtrack for today. Oddly, given my novel context, my iTunes shuffle kept playing “Jesus Christ Superstar”. I shifted to Seaside -FM last night, usually perfect for writing, only to be assaulted by hymns for their late night “songs of praise” show. Given that I am writing about religious matters, it kind of freaked me out.

Beginning to get paranoid about being watched from above…

But maybe that’s the muse I’m courting. God knows (as it were), I could use her help.

And wheeeeeeee! Off I go!





#3DayNovel How To Find Your Writing Muse

1 09 2013

How To Find Your Writing Muse.

Nice article, and good for this second half of my writing day, which is going to be a long one. I’ve already passed through the “I don’t really need to do this thing anyway” moment – quickly this time, which is unusual. I can normally count on an hour of wallowing in “don’twannaland” at least.

But my story is calling, I have a terminally oldies radio station on to give me some musical accompaniment, and I overslept so I have the pressure of time. All good things.

I try to get up and walk around every half hour or so unless the story grabs me and sticks me in the chair – it’s been an hour and a half now and I’d better at least uncross my legs or I may well end up trapped in this position in perpetuity. Time for another glass of water, too. Brain needs watering.





#3daynovel : dawn of day two

1 09 2013

images-7It’s early morning, day two. I’ve just been up to drive my son to the airport for his year away in Istanbul. So I’m feeling foggy from the early hour, blue because I miss my darling boy already, and tired.

The fogginess matches my story. It’s coming together, slowly. I have my character, my intro to her troubles, the main players on the stage. But it’s still foggy out there in story land…

Today is the day I start throwing horribleness at her. It’s going to be unpleasant as I dangle her from precipices, threaten her life, her sanity. I am feeling sorry for her already as I kind of like her gutsy character, sketchy as needs must, be given she is just coming to life.

I’m hoping she’s strong enough to fight back at these slings and arrows of my generated outrageous fortune. We’ll see.

For now, I have to have just a wee bit more sleep..perchance to dream.





#3Daynovel: day one

31 08 2013

So yesterday I had come up with all the reasons why I wanted to spend yet another glorious Labour Day weekend hunched over a computer trying to wrench words out of my head.

Perhaps it will rain, I reasoned. Maybe it will be cold and grey and I won’t feel like I’m missing the last few hours of summer.

Nope. It’s spectacular out there today – sun shining, pooffy little white clouds making the sky look EVEN BLUER, cool breeze but still summery.

And here I sit, bum going numb, brain freezing, 5000+ words of drivel written so far.

It’s still at the give up point. I could stop anytime. And yet, it’s that freedom to stop that pushes me forward, makes me want to complete it once again. By this time tomorrow, I no doubt will have decided that it makes more sense to work on existing projects than waste time grinding out what may be utter junk. I always do around then. I ignore myself and plunge on.

Or I may hit that sweet spot, that bit where your characters take over and you are dying to see what happens to them as you throw obstacles in their way.

And that is why I do this, again and again. That feeling is the best one out there in writing, for me (well, except getting paid, or winning a prize or whatever). No, it’s even bigger than those, because at that mystical time, you know, you know for sure and certain, that you are blessed.

Like the musician playing or singing the perfect note, like the artist with that perfect paint stroke, you are in the creative zone. And there just ain’t any better place to be.





Old news, but I need to wallow a bit…

17 04 2013

Will be revising my book over June, hoping to send it out shortly afterwards…;-)

I’m not a winner, but a contendah in the top 12, for “Recycled Virgins”
http://www.3daynovel.com/2013/02/26/announcing-the-winners-of-the-35th-annual-international-3-day-novel-contest/

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Happy happy joy joy

26 02 2013

Okay, I’m officially going to be insufferable for a moment.

Writing and I have a difficult relationship. Sometimes we get along just fine, other times we struggle together. Sometimes I pause for entire hours wondering if that should be “writing and me”.

But every once and awhile I get a brief jolt of joy.
Today I found out I was one of the top runners up in the fantastical 3daynovel contest, the best legal fun you can have of a Labour Day weekend.

You see, you write a whole novel in 3 days. It’s fabulous. You end up slightly mad, almost totally high, wiped out and buzzed at the same time. Total body immersion is required. It’s also an excuse to baby yourself, eat M&Ms, and spend a weekend in your head.

I highly recommend it.

I’ve been published before in journals and magazines, won other prizes here and there, but the stuff I create in the potboiler that is the three day novel weekend is often my best work. One of my entries placed 4th in the Ken Klonsky novella contest; this one is definitely heading out to seek a home.

So so happy.

But I’m part of another contest this week – the New York Midnight short story contest. Have an idea, started the writing, now to finish with a song in my heart and hope of success.








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