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Staring at the Blank Page

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I am not sure what is going on but I am having a hard time getting started.

Maybe, if I could just decide on editing or writing.

I have my finished work that needs another pass on editing. Really another pass on tightening the prose and fleshing out my main character a bit more. I know there is a good great story in there. I just haven’t found the right way to pull it out.

Then I have the brewing of another story idea that is bouncing around in my head.

The problem is I can’t seem to focus on the new story, because I know I need to go back to the finished one, and every time I open the finished one to look at it, I feel like I am lost in a dark wilderness, with beady animal eyes staring me down.

Ugh!!!

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Happy New Year! This is the Year I…….

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Can you believe it is 2015?

I mean, it seems like only yesterday it was 2014…

Seriously, I am glad to see a new year roll over. 2015 is going to be my year.

My year to what?

Well, I am not a fan of resolutions, but I also think that without goals, you will never hit the target.

So, I have goals for the new year, not resolutions.

My goals are….

  • To get healthy – start back on another round of P90X. Get to my ideal weight (which is 15 lbs lighter than I am now.)
  • Be more organized by the end of 2015 than I was at the end of 2014
  • Have a better financial status at the end of 2015 than I had at the end of 2014
  • Write, blog, & query more often than I am now.
  • Spend more time with this little thing!!

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So, do you have goals? Do you make resolutions? If you do, what are they?

August Blues

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I’ve been feeling a bit sorry for myself these past few weeks. And it really shows in the lack of writing I have done here on my blog or in my personal writings. So when I went out to check the daily prompt today and it was August Blues I thought it was a perfect time to pick myself up and shake myself off.

As a child, I was always excited and ready for the new school year to start. I was an eager learner. I soaked in everything I could and wanted to know more and more. When I played school with my best friend, I was always the student. Would it surprise you to know that today she is a Teacher? She got a lot of practice with me!

This year my daughter started Pre-K and I watch her run inside her class with hardly a glance back at me. A quick kiss and wave goodbye and she is on her way. She too is an eager learner. I look forward to all she will learn along the way. I look forward to helping her figure out what she wants out of life.

As a child, teenager, young adult I always knew I wanted to be either a writer or a marine biologist. I didn’t follow either of my dreams. My parents worked very hard to make a living for us and I saw the struggle they had each month, week, day with money. I decided when I graduated high school that it was silly to follow those dreams and possibly be broke all my life, like my parents. So, I went to school for business. I got a job as an office assistant. I worked my way up in the telecommunications field and my job today is analyzing numbers, data, financial information. It pays me well. I work from home. I should have no complaints.

And yet, my childhood dreams still linger. Twenty-Six years have passed since I graduated high school (giving away my age here!) and I still want to be a writer, I would still love to immerse myself in the ocean and learn about life below sea level. So a few years ago, I began to seriously write again. But this agent search is killing my mojo…. Sure the rejects have been kind and courteous but they have been rejects, still.

I reminded myself this morning that I have a job that pays and treats me well. My writing is for me. If someday an agent wants to represent me and start me on a new path, great. But today, the words I put on the page are not for future fame, they are to quell the voices in my head. To bring to life the worlds of the characters that need me to put their story on the page. I will keep writing because that childhood dream lives on strong.

But as for my daughter, who is just starting on this journey. I want to make sure to point her in the direction of her dreams. Not, in the direction she thinks she needs to take to make a living. Don’t get me wrong, the path I chose is what put me where I am today and I am grateful. However, I want my daughter to follow her dreams, whatever they may be. Find a way to incorporate her love of her hobby into her job and make a life that she enjoys every little tiny piece of.

August Blues? Sure sometimes I am blue, wishing I had started back my writing sooner or never quit at all. But like I said at the beginning of this post, I am going to pick myself up and shake myself off and keep writing, for me.  

 

The Original Beginning – How Things Change

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Since my completion of the synopsis, I have started back sending out queries on my finished novel The Oyster King.

Today, as I was perusing my files I came across this original start of my story. Nothing in the writing below survived the cut and editing process. However, what it did do was set the tone of my main character. Without writing these words below, I wouldn’t have begun to understand him as well as I did. Actually the words below were the spark for the entire story.

Much like in life, when writing fiction sometimes the road you think you are going to take is not the one you end up on. The finished product has some of these details woven into the backstory, but while it didn’t survive the cut, if it wouldn’t have been for these first few words. The story would never have existed in the first place.

The moral of my story is: Be willing to let your writing take you on a journey where it wants to go. And don’t be so caught up in where you think it should go. Allow it to live and breathe and have a life of its own. You will find oftentimes your original vision is not the final outcome.

So here was the spark that created the novel that is The Oyster King.

I was born blind and deaf to a mother who wasn’t ready to have children in the first place. Maybe that’s why after seeing me for only seconds, and never even touching me, she sent me away with orders to the nurse to never bring me back.

At just three months old I began to gain my hearing and eyesight. The doctors told my adoptive parents they suspected I had some kind of rare abnormality that caused my vision and hearing to come in late, after birth. They never could figure exactly what it was so they labeled it a “rare abnormality.” But the Abbots had always told me that God had given me the gift of hearing and vision a few months late, in order to test the strength of my birthmother and when she failed God had found a suitable family for me. For at just two weeks old, the Abbots had taken me home and named me Jayson because it meant healer and I had healed the pain they carried from not having children of their own.

I finished my Synopsis… Happy Dance!!!

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For those of you who have been following along, the synopsis of my finished novel The Oyster King has been like a prickly porcupine, poking at me every time I tried to get close!

The thought of summing up a 71,000 word novel into 1 page was a daunting task.

Today, I decided I was going to tackle that job. I took the advice that fellow blogger Dawne Webber gave and checked out Beth Anderson’s Post on Writing the Tight Synopsis. It was enormously helpful and thorough.

I followed her instructions step by step and even though I thought I could never boil the story down to one page, I did. Secondary characters, however, did not get to show up in the 1-page synopsis. In the 3-page synopsis (if I need it) is where I will be able to bring them in, along with the sub-plots.

You can’t even begin to image what an enormous weight has been lifted. Now it is time to dig back into my Writer’s Market and start submitting to agents again.

Just a short post today, but big rewards!

Keep your fingers and toes crossed for me!

 

August 2014 IWSG

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Wow, is it really August?

It seems like this summer is flying by.InsecureWritersSupportGroup

The first Wednesday of every month is IWSG (Insecure Writer’s Support Group), a time to vent, share our insecurities, and release our fears into the world.

For me, the month of July was all about getting back to blogging. I have been so sporadic over the last few months that I really wanted to refocus and I did just that.

But what happened in the meantime, was I quit querying agents on my finished book. I realized I needed a synopsis. But that is all I have done, realized it. I haven’t taken the time to work on writing it. Oh sure, I have read articles on how to write an amazing synopsis. But every time I try and start to work on it, something comes up (meaning I make up a reason to stop). For whatever reason, I am petrified of this darn synopsis…. And my new story I am writing, has sat dormant and may be growing cobwebs by now.

So for August, my goal is to continue the regular blogging and as much as it pains me. WRITE MY SYNOPSIS!!

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And Yet I Always Knew

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As I reach the closing pages of the book

 I find myself wanting

 Needing more

In the verses before me told the life of a sister

 I never knew I had

I had chosen to finish these pages with the sand between my toes

 Because it was my sister’s wish

It was still almost impossible to imagine

 And yet somehow I always knew

I always felt something was missing

A part of me

It wasn’t until she passed away

And the journal found its way to me

That I felt whole

It sounds odd to feel whole after the death of someone

And yet

 That is what I am now

 I am whole

 In my hand I hold the life stories of my twin

And someday

 We will meet again

This is in response to The Daily Post Prompt: Edge of the Frame – We often capture strangers in photos we take in public. Open your photo library, and stop at the first picture that features a person you don’t know. Now tell the story of that person.