The Peaks and Valleys of Writing

Every profession has its peaks and valleys – those crunch times when a person wonders just what the heck s/he was thinking when s/he started down that path. CPAs must shout “Free at last! I’m free!” as the office closes on Tax Day. Teachers certainly find their happiness once they turn in their keys for the short weeks of summer. Actors party wildly after the set is struck. And so on. Not all professions have such dramatic highs and lows, but they all have some sort combination of stressful time and not-so-stressful time.

Writing, of course, is not exempt of the stresses. Continue reading

Writing Rooms and Writing Dreams

I have been blessed with writer friends who support me more than I ever support them. Sometimes we have one-way relationships like that in spite of our better intentions to be more supportive, more involved, more of what we cherish in other people. One of those wonderfully supportive, in spite of my failings, people is Johanna Harness. She went from a friendly and kind creator of words on Twitter to a person who has enriched my life with real, honest-to-goodness hugs. Yep, I’m blessed.

Through no act on my part, Johanna invited me to be a member of the Amwriting community and blog, and during its tenure I wrote 6 “writerly” essays for it. The whole time I thought I should get my act together enough to write about my writing space, my writing process, my writing experience. Come clean as a writer, if you will. Continue reading

When the Going is Slow

First off, hi there. Secondly, take a moment if you will to go read this awesome poem “Where Have You Been?” by my young friend Kate Borman. She was sweet enough to include me in a blog hoppy award gizmo, but the real prize is her poem.

Thirdly, back to me.

So I’m writing again. Well, trying to write again. And it’s going slow at best and not at all for the most part.

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Aiming For Present

This weekend something funny happened. And by funny I mean “ha ha ha” but also not so much. I’m sure you understand.

As a family we decided to have a spontaneous outing and drove to the Waffle Window for waffles. I’m not known for my spontaneity so my kiddos and husband were probably pleasantly surprised to hear me grab my keys and head out to the car without any cajoling from them. On the way back I was chatting with them and I said something to the extent of “I’m sorry for being such a basket case lately. This querying my novel thing is pretty stressful.” To which 2 of my kids basically said “Really, we hadn’t noticed a difference.”

And by not noticing a difference, they didn’t mean “you’ve been your normal sweet-natured self, Mom.” Nope, they meant that I’m always a bit of a basket case. And they probably weren’t too far from the truth. Continue reading