It’s been a looooong week.

I was intending to post something Wednesday…and then yesterday…but I’ve spent most of this week huddling in my bed feeling utterly miserable while my children watched Jake and the Neverland Pirates and Tinkerbell on Netflix (by the way, Netflix is the best invention ever for days like that, just sayin’.).

I’ve learned that it’s never a good idea for me to use my brain while sick. I was feeling especially fuzzy-brained on Wednesday, so I pretty much accomplished nothing all day.

I was very happy to wake up on Thursday morning to discover that I didn’t feel as death-like anymore.

But then I had a ‘culture night’ for church to prepare for – which means that I made two desserts (because it’s me, people, and one dessert is not enough). I must confess that I have never felt guilty about serving a dish to people until this moment in my life when I made Nanaimo bars. Don’t eat them, my friends – they’re like 90% butter. With frosting, which is mostly butter. And chocolate on top, laced with butter. Don’t get me wrong, I love butter, but these have too much, even for me.

So, I didn’t get a lot done writing-wise this week. A blog post and about 1.5K more words on the novel – that was Monday – before the illness struck (I blame E., my three year old, the cutest little disease incubator ever created).

That was my week. I’m hoping to do better – maybe even do some edits on the novel I finished back in August.

Cheers.

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Friday, Friday, Friday

Fridays are always the best day at our house: the house gets clean (go me), we go to Red Robin (something we’ve been doing weekly for about seven years), Project Runway is up on the web (I hate sitting on the couch and watching TV when I could be doing something else at the same time)…and tomorrow is Saturday, which isn’t that exciting for me I guess, when your job never ends, but I like the idea of a Saturday.

As far as this blog goes, I’ve decided that Friday will be the day I reflect on my writing-related accomplishments from the week.

I had two great writing days this week – I managed to add another 4-5K words to the first draft of the novel I’m currently working on. For me, that’s pretty good for a non-NaNoWriMo* week (I’m a busy woman, people). I’d like to do much better (say, in the 8-10k range per week). Also, I felt really good about what I wrote, which isn’t always the case (there were no fight scenes, so there you go – huzzah!).

Last night I was writing out of order – something I don’t usually do. Writing material to fill the gap (which in this case is huge) seems daunting and a little depressing. I feel like I have to catch up asap (not going to happen this time, sorry Stacy). I need to learn to be okay with that – to be patient with myself. I can’t write a novel in a day, alas. Anyway, the reason I was writing out of order is because sometimes a scene is just begging to be written and I have to write it down. If I don’t, I may forget it OR I won’t be able to get to sleep because I’ll lie there thinking about it all night. This scene in particular turned out well, now I just have to go back and figure out how to get my characters there.

Also, this week I’ve had to re-evaluate how I feel about blogging. Just last week I was telling my newly formed writing group how much I hate blogging (and yet I’ve been thinking about this blog for several months – I told you it wouldn’t be long before proving myself a hypocrite). I’ve been blogging on and off for the last six years or so and I have never enjoyed it, but I have enjoyed what I’ve been doing here. The difference? Pictures. I hate dealing with pictures. I love taking them, but looking at them and editing them and watermarking them just makes me want to never do another craft project or write a tutorial ever again. Here, I get to write – and that’s it. I find that much more satisfying.

‘Til next time.

Cheers.

*For those of you who don’t know what NaNoWriMo is – check out their website here. I’ll talk more about my participation soon as it’s coming up in November.

Introduction

I…am an aspiring novelist – something my family was surprised about when I told them. I kept that part of myself hidden for a very long time for a very dumb reason, but I’ll speak more on that in later posts.

I’ve been thinking about doing a blog specifically about writing for awhile. It never really felt right talking about writing on my craft blog (which is nearly three years (!) old – where does the time go?), so here we are.

What I had envisioned here was recording a series of rules for writing (my writing specifically – though you’re welcome to borrow them for your own) based on what I’d seen -or not seen- in other works that I was determined to do -or not do; whatever the case may be- in my own writing. I also decided that I wasn’t going to name those works unless I was saying something positive. I’m sure that when an author makes a mistake, they know it, and personally I would be upset if someone else was constantly reminding me that I messed up in such a public, permanent way. I don’t want to be negative and critical – I want to be positive and helpful and uplifting. So, when I say “Get your timeline straight” (Rule #1, by the way), I’m not talking about you – I’m saying “Stacy, get your timeline straight for-crying-out-loud or you’ll never live it down!” (This is really all about me remember?)

My fear, of course, is that someday, something I say here will come back to me. “Haha!” you’ll say, “You broke rule # 127! Hypocrite!” And I hope that when that happens (not if, when) I will have the courage to say, “Yes, I did – for I am human and therefore imperfect. Shall we move on?” (Currently, I have a hard time admitting such things but I’m working on it)

Also, I want to talk about specifics of my own writing – projects I’m working on and word counts and strategies and goals. And then writing in general (because it’s my blog and I’ll do what I like). I’m feeling a little like a writing geek already.

Writing is hard work. There’s a lot of thought and consideration required before you can even start writing. There are a lot of pieces to put together while you’re writing to tell a coherent, interesting story. Sometimes (only sometimes), it’s not very much fun, but the rest of the time it’s a blast. I can look back at what I’ve written and smile and laugh – not because it’s embarrassing and terrible, but because it’s funny and awesome. That hasn’t always been the case.

I’ve found more satisfaction and joy in writing than I have in any other interest I’ve pursued in my thirty years of life – which is saying something because I’ve pursued a lot of things.

So here it is – Stacy’s Writing Rules. I hope you’ll come back again to see where this goes. Stay tuned for a trip down memory lane…

Cheers.