2012-06-02_17-18-28_69Here I sit — in front of my laptop — staring at the white page. Reading and re-reading the chapters I already wrote for the first draft of my WIP. Wondering when the new words will appear. This is becoming a new habit, one I wish I could break.

A few weeks back, confidence exuded. Words rushed from my mind onto the screen as I focused on the direction I wanted my characters to go. My goal of finishing this first draft by May 31st was within my reach.

And then insecurity crept in. I questioned the route my characters walked. I doubted my abilities as a new writer. I came close to giving up this new dream.

If you’ve been around my blog for any length of time, you know my book — tentatively entitled, “Broken” — is about a man named Jason Reece who’s at the tail-end of a Collaborative Divorce process he doesn’t want, but resigns himself to accept. His wife, Nina, checked out of their marriage months before the novel actually begins. The path to healing from the pain of her rejection is not easy for him, or for their two nearly grown sons, but it is necessary. Throughout the story, Jason attempts to redefine their family as he struggles with holding on and letting go.

As my Beta Readers have read through the story, I’ve received great feedback, both negative and positive. I like hearing what works and what doesn’t for these folks. I enjoy their opinions. They help me think about my story in ways I may not have on my own.

However, sometimes I allow the “what ifs” to drive me crazy. And that stifles my creativity. What if Continue Reading…

As a newbie in this world of writing, I find myself stepping into unexpected opportunities.

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  • Like reconnecting with a favorite high school English teacher then thanking her for offering to read and critique my WIP. Brings back memories.
  • Or creating a website to connect lovers of literature, albeit newbies with other writers or readers with authors.
  • Or researching Collaborative Divorce (the main premise of my WIP) via an email and then a long phone conversation with Marietta Shipley, a well-respected Nashville lawyer-turned-judge-turned-mediator who I discovered via Google back in September. Not only was her advice invaluable, but she “happens” to be married to Dr. David McMillan, a respected and established psychologist as well as a fellow novel writer from Middle Tennessee. Dr. McMillan is also a Mental Health Coach. The MHC is a pivotal part of the Collaborative Divorce process, especially for my main character, Jason.

Last week, Dr. McMillan and I made plans to meet for dinner since he graciously read my WIP, ”Broken”, and desired to share his opinions. Since I was too nervous to go alone, my amazing husband, Brian, re-arranged his schedule to be by my side.

I have to be honest, though. For several days before our meeting, anxiety pummeled me. I played the comparison game, worried about my appearance, questioned my intelligence, and went through a thousand “what if” scenarios.

To keep from backing out of the meeting, I talked to my counselor, Monica. I heard my family’s excitement about this new step. I reminded myself of Dr. McMillan’s own words: “a happy reader” of my first draft who would be “pleased” to meet with me to answer my questions and share his comments. Thankfully, listening to those voices calmed me.

ScoobyDoo3Despite all my initial fears, the discussion rocked and I quickly saw the nonsense in all those “what ifs”. David’s detailed notes about Jason and his soon-to-be-ex-wife, Nina, encouraged me. I caught the excitement he expressed as we conversed about the plot. The advice he and Marietta gave — as well as the relaxed and non-judgmental way they delivered it — inspired me. By the time we left, I wanted to rush home to re-write entire chapters. But I didn’t… only because I have Beta Readers waiting for THE END, which is not yet written.

Although I walked into that meeting full of fears, I walked out  more confident that I am headed in the right direction with this story and these characters. I am thankful for the opportunity to have met Marietta and David. I look forward to collaborating with David again, since there is more for him to read and more for us to discuss.

I also mentioned to Brian that since that meeting went so well, I ought to get myself into a local writer’s group. We have one in Murfreesboro. It’s called — what else? — the Murfreesboro Writer’s Group (MWG).

The thought of taking another new step on this road to publication is scary, but the memory of steps already taken lessens that fear and enables me to do it again.

What new steps have you taken lately, either in the world of writing or in another aspect of your life? Is there something or someone who gave you courage? 

Or are you headed towards a new direction, but reluctant to go? What, if any, fears hold you back and how could you overcome them? 

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eReader or paper? Which do you prefer?

I’ve read more books in the last three months than I have in the last three years. I owe it all to my family for gifting me with a Kindle Keyboard for Christmas.

I’ve swapped the feel of hardback and paperback for the feel of plastic. And I don’t miss it.

I love all the free or nearly free books Kindle offers. I never have to leave my home to get a book, nor do I have to wait for one to come in the mail. Even my local library system has books I can download onto my Kindle via the Tennessee R.E.A.D.S. website. All free, although I do have to wait for most of the books I have requested. They are “on hold”, just like the popular books I might get from Linebaugh Library.

How about y’all?

Do you own a Kindle, Nook, or some other eReader? How do you like it?

Do you miss the feel of paper in your hands?

Does your eReader help you read more than you ever have before?

Regardless of how you read, share what you’ve been reading that is excellent… title, author, and genre, too

Looking forward to your opinions.

imageLeigh settled into the other end of the couch, propping her husband’s bare feet onto her lap. Seemed like forever since they last talked… without the kids around or the phone ringing or any number of other interruptions. Right now, the light brown eyes that she adored perused Google Reader, his mind soaking up every detail as he read. How’d she manage to catch such a handsome, intelligent  man? And how long would it take before he noticed she was there? A smile crossed Leigh’s face as she waited.

“An incredible week, huh?” Those teasing eyes glanced over the laptop. “Because I’m in it?”

She giggled, then teased back. “Well, that too.”

The smile that lit his bearded face, the scar above his right eye that raised with his laughter, the brown hair she loved to run her fingers through. Thank God he’s mine.

As he closed the laptop to pull her into his arms, he asked the million dollar question. Continue Reading…

Twice in the past twenty-four hours, I uttered the phrase “pantster versus plotter” to family members who had no idea what I meant. I took it upon myself to explain that a Pantster is a writer who flies by the seat of her pants… creativity trumps discipline and organization. A plotter is a writer who — what else? — plots out the way she wants her story to go, from beginning to end and follows that plan to a tee.

There are also those who fall in the middle. Like me. Sorta. As I near the end of the first draft of my first novel, I look back and realize how much I love unleashing my creativity. But I cannot deny that during those times of “writer’s block”, forcing myself to plot a little helped a lot.

Ever since my last conversation, I’ve been thinking about how the Pantster vs. Plotter dilemma easily translates into my every-day life. Continue Reading…

My new website is my WIP right now. With the exception of a few small re-writes, I’ve placed “Broken” on the backburner again this week. And it’s killing me! I want to finish that first draft. But I also want to get this new website up and running.

I’ll admit that I had a few moments this week where I almost threw in the towel. And then I got this card from my sister (aka one of my biggest cheerleaders & the best card-maker I know):

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If you like the outside (note the brown hair and glasses made to look like moi), you’ll love the inside… Oops! Too personal to post. But I will share that it was chock full of words like “I’m proud of you”, “look forward to seeing how you bloom as a writer”, and “I can’t wait to help with your book tour”. What? Did she say book tour? How did she know that this week, I needed to hear all those words?

How did my dear hubby know that I needed a kick in the pants just a few days later, when I expressed doubts about my future as a writer? My negative thinking took over and I started spouting all kinds of horrible thoughts about getting this website off the ground. Straight up, he said, “Are you serious about this writing venture? Is it something you really want to do?” Continue Reading…

Hit the Wall

March 1, 2012 — 0 Comments

Ouch.

My adrenaline has been pumping for weeks. I’m so close to ending my first draft of “Broken”. Excitement has been my mind’s fuel. I’ve been running with ideas and plot lines, writing voraciously. I want to wrap up this story, to discover what happens to my hero, Jason Reece. I want to learn what happens to the people in his life.

But this week… BANG. Ran smack dab into a wall. I lost momentum. Wasted time staring at a blank computer screen, just waiting for the “right” words to flow again. Waiting and waiting and waiting. I’m still waiting, actually. Thank God, it’s a temporary state that I’ve been in before, more than once. I have to accept it as another part of my process. I also have to remember how I got around it last time. I can’t wait for the flag to wave so that my brain can begin churning again, my fingers resume typing.

In hopes of regaining that mojo, I’ve chosen to walk a different path this week. I let the story lines roll around inside my head. I listened as my characters talked to me. I considered which paths Jason should take, which circumstances should befall him at this stage of the game. As well as the ones he would take.  Rather than staring aimlessly at a blank page, I hashed out the details, the conversations, the new possibilities.

And I asked myself a hard question. Continue Reading…

A Single Step

February 22, 2012 — 3 Comments

Welcome to my new website, my home away from home. Here I can step through the door and enter another world, a place where I can throw my cares aside and concentrate on my heart’s desires. I expect that anyone — which includes just about everyone — who’s ever had a hobby will completely understand. Our hobbies — the things we do for no other reason than the pure enjoyment of doing them — sometimes become our lifelines, other times our obsessions, and on occasion, they grow extinct.

Blogging isn’t my obsession right now; but creative writing is.  Probably has been since I was a kid, despite the many times in my life when I placed it on the back burner. In the past year it’s become a lifesaver for me. At a time when I needed a way to express my thoughts and emotions, the gift of creative writing awakened inside me.  For that, I am thankful.

In such a short time, I have learned so many things about the process of novel writing. On this website, I hope to share pieces of that knowledge and parts of my experience with you. My one regret is that I didn’t start sooner; but they say timing is everything, right? Chinese philosopher Lao-tzu is attributed with saying, “The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”  As I look over my shoulder, I see footprints.

Had a dream. Wrote it down. Let it grow. Bought some books. Found some blogs. Read some websites. “Met” some writers. Kept writing. And re-writing. Shared my novel. Got feedback. Re-wrote. Frustrated. Stopped writing. Shared again. Wrote again. Hit 50,000 words. Then 75,000. First draft almost done. Love my characters. Love my story. Want to share it. With you.

My writing journey is near the beginning. I’ve learned a lot but I have a lot to learn. And I cannot do it alone. Neither can you. If you are a reader, come read with me. If you are a writer, come share your experiences with me. If you are teetering on the fence, unsure about whether to share your stories or how to begin the writing process, come learn with me. I long for the companionship. And I would guess that you do too.

Start here. Start now. With one single step.

Tell me where you are in this literary journey. I’d love to read your story.