I am so addicted to this song. I listen to it on repeat ALL THE TIME!
Reminds me of some old 70’s rock… I can’t say why. But I’m in love with the sound, the lyrics, her voice in it, the melody, the harmony… I’m in love with the feel of it. That good old rock feeling… That’s how music should be. It should give us all the feels… Every last damn one of them…
I know it’s been a few weeks since I posted this and well, that was rather on purpose. I’ve been working through revisions on an older story and kind of lost my way. I wanted it to be better than it once was and while I thought I was doing the right things to make it better, I lost confidence in it, in me.
But, I finished the revisions and I need to figure out what to do with it. In the meantime, I have Black and White, Book 4 to finish and that’s what I’m working on this weekend. I’ve written the end and now I need to go back and write the middle. Yeah, I know… Just go with it.
So, I’m challenging myself and anyone who may read this to a 10K Weekend. I am also working on revisions of this challenge. I think I’m going to offer up a 5K Weekend For Writers, too. Not that I expect anyone to pay any more attention to that one than they do this one, but who knows. Maybe.
If, by a slim chance, anyone is reading this, here are the rules:
Add your name to the Linky below
Add a comment with your starting word count.
Write new words. 10,000 of them from today until Sunday evening.
Use the hashtag #10kweekendsforwriters on social media to keep track of me and anyone else participating.
Any questions? Leave a comment or leave a message for me on Twitter/FB/Instagram, etc…
It’s been a crazy weekend. From the inauguration on Friday to being out in the rain on Saturday to just staying holed up in the house in my pj’s yesterday…
I have so many feelings about the events of the last almost 18+ months… I’ve seen the best of people and I’ve seen the worst. I’ve seen things that scare me for my children, for my family, for my friends, for myself, for my country, for the world. I’ve seen things that give me hope, that touch me deeply, that give me chills in the most amazing ways.
Everyone is entitled to their thoughts, their choices, their opinions. We can all come up with justifications and reasons and excuses for why we do the things we do.
You don’t have to agree with me and I don’t have to agree with you. That was once the beauty of this nation, of this planet we call home. We all have the right to believe as we wish, express ourselves, show up to what moves us and what matters to us as humans, as women, as men, as individuals and collectively. But we’ve got to start talking without hate, start finding ways to bridge the differences, ways to love, ways to hold one another accountable that are productive rather than destructive… We have to, as people, come together…
There have been times in our history where we have been divided, where we have been silent, where we have been vocal, where we have rallied, where we have won, and where we have lost. There have been times in our history where blood ran in our streams and rivers and soaked into the soil beneath the feet of those fighting for what they believed in. There have been times war has divided this country and times war has brought its people closer to one another. There have been times we’ve been incredible and times we have been a disgrace to ourselves and to the world.
We all deserve better. We all deserve to do better. We all deserve to be better. For our kids and their kids and those who will come long after we’re dead and gone. And if we’re not trying to do and be better human beings FOR ALL, then what the fuck are we doing?
I think I’m going to take a page put of Kathleen Kelly’s book in You’ve Got Mail and begin as though we’re in the middle of a conversation… Or, maybe I’ll just talk. Or maybe… Who knows…
I’ve been writing and wondering and second guessing every word, every phrase, every scene. Time is really of the essence and I don’t have it to waste. This is a busy writing year. Or supposed to be.
See, I’m going to end something in a way that will pass off the majority of people who read it. That’s just all there is to it.
It’s like in Stranger Than Fiction. Emma Thompson’s character Karen is at a point in her novel where she doesn’t know how to kill off her main character. She doesn’t believe in writer’s block, but she’s struggling to land on the death of this man.
I was struggling, too. Not on how to kill a character, but on how to end a book.
How do you end something when you never intended it to be what it became? How do you do that without passing people off? The truth is, you can’t. I can’t.
People will hate it. Readers will be disappointed. Upset. And that’s rather daunting for me and perhaps other writers as well. To know that I’ve written a tale that has made someone else FEEL something.
But if those who read it, dislike it… Then I’ve done my job. Then I’ve stayed true to what had evolved across the pages. Do I want that? To have my words disliked, my work reviewed harshly? No. I’d rather people love it. It’s much easier when they love it than when they hate it. At least, that’s what we tell ourselves.
Staying true to the work, to the words, to the characters… That’s my real duty. And once I freed my brain of the knots holding my creativity hostage, the What if’s, the Maybe I should’s, the Oh no, I can’t do that’s… That’s when I landed on what I am supposed to do, what the characters and events are leading me toward.
After all, it’s their story. Not mine. Not yours, the readers. But the story belongs to the characters.
One of my favorite lines in yet another movie, Wonder Boys, a classmate says of another’s writing, “He respects us enough to forget us. And that takes courage.”
I’ve quoted that line before on the blog and it has relevance here again.
I respect everyone who reads my books. I respect their opinions, whether good or bad. But I can’t write the story anyone else wants. I can’t only write the story that belongs to the characters who’ve come to life through me.