The time comes to work on a project and suddenly I come skidding to a halt. Either my muse is throwing a tantrum (Joan has suddenly morphed into a 6-year-old and stands there glaring at me with jam smeared on her face…she’s refusing to work) or the demon Resistance is rearing its unlovely head (for the Nation of Procrastination is surely one of the minions of Resistance).
Recently I managed to defeat Procrastination (and all its tiny flag-waving procrastinators) by writing a post about procrastination. So, when I would normally have nothing to show for all of my procrastinating, I ended up with a blog post. Point to Read more
Categories: Tuesday Toss-Up
Tags: doing the write thing, list making, lists, muse, overcoming procrastination, postaweek2011, procrastination, procrastination nation, resistance, Sonia M, Time management, tuesday toss up, writing
photo by Orchid_Mine at Flickr
*Used with artist’s permission*
A migraine swallowed my brain yesterday…the right half anyway. In the depths of the pain, when I could hardly keep a thought straight (like a bra strap that keeps slipping) I realized that I had to remember exactly how it felt (like a thing of living flame had swallowed half of my brain and was slowly digesting it in a stomach lined with long, thin razors). It wasn’t my first rodeo but I hadn’t really made an effort to remember (I’d so much rather curl up in a ball and forget) what it was like so that I could use it in a story. And I have a story in mind, have had it in mind for a long time, but the migraine part had always been hard to write. Somehow, even though I’ve survived hundreds (thousands? *shudder*) of them over the years, I couldn’t quite bring to mind just what it felt like. So last night I told myself to remember the roiling nausea, the pulsing pain, the light that felt like a flaming blade being plunged through my eye and into my brain and how, even though I’ve heard the brain doesn’t actually feel any pain itself, it felt like Read more
Okay, so even though I just started blogging, I want to take up the challenge of posting daily. The very thought kind of scares the pants of me, but I think I can do it. Alrighty then…here I go!
I have recently come back to writing after a very long hiatus. Oh sure, I’ve written college papers (almost always at the last minute, thank you very much…my study habits were not the best), memos, grocery lists, and love notes. Over the last 15 or so years, however, my finished story count has stood at a whopping zero. I’ve started stories, jotted down ideas, even started a few outlines but never finished any of them. After awhile, I wasn’t even starting anything either.
I thought maybe I’d lost whatever it was that drove me to write on anything I could get my hands on when I was a kid. If I wasn’t writing the ideas down, they were running through my head almost constantly. I didn’t know where all of that creative energy had gone. It seemed like I’d neglected it and it had evaporated. I’d really begun to think it would never come back. I’d squandered whatever I had.
Depressing thought, no?
Somehow or other, I came across The Artist’s Way late last year. I started working the program (Hello. My name is Sonia and I’m a writer’s-blockaholic…) and I found a renewed sense of passion for writing. Within a couple of weeks, I wrote a short story. For me, that felt like a huge victory. On one of my Artist’s Dates, I found a copy of Book in a Month by Victoria Lynn Schmidt and started writing a novel. While I didn’t finish the novel in a month (it’s about three-quarters finished and currently on hold while I work out some plot issues), I was inspired to keep writing.
And here I am. There’s more, of course. I rarely follow a linear timeline when writing stories either. For now, though, that’s it.
Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. Come on in. Pull up a chair. Grab a can of Dr Zevia. Have some popcorn. You’ve got a front row seat (am I mixing metaphors here?) as I set out on my journey to become a published author(what good is a story unless there’s someone to tell it to?). I have no idea where I’ll really end up, but I’m dying to find out (I think I heard Elvira snicker in my head as I tapped that out).