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I work long, crazy hours when my staffs are on deadline.
So I bloghop 15 minutes on these days and I don’t feel bad for it.
Or I used to bloghop.
Because as of this week, all blogs are now forbidden content.
As is my class trip planner.
I think they’ll change the trip planner. I don’t think I can convince them to let me bloghop.


A long time ago I could sit down at the computer and write and write and write.
Even a year ago I found myself writing all the time.
The last two months have stunk for me as far as writing goes. And then tonight I sat down to write and…nothing.
I know the problem. It’s easy. When you don’t write, you can’t write or you won’t write or you’re tempted to write something else only the time never comes around to get started on that something else. It’s easy to write if you do it. It’s hard to write if you let long periods go by without doing it. The creative brain just can’t shake the funk it’s in. At least that’s my take on it.
Or maybe it’s just the manicotti I made for supper. 🙂 It was an Everyday Italian recipe. I think it had a bajillion calories. But it was good. 🙂 Good thing I worked out an extra hour this week.
Okay. I’m going to go write. And I’m going to do the same thing tomorrow and the next day and the next. Before too long, hopefully writing will be as normal as exercise is to me these days. It used to be more natural.
How did I end up in this strange place?

Back to the waiting game

So what DO you do while you’re waiting to hear back on requested work? Sometimes I feel like I really should have all the answers. I mean I’ve certainly studied all the books, talked to lots of authors, been to tons of classes.
And you know what? I don’t have the answer.
I do know the one thing I control is the writing. So the answer probably is simply that. Write.
Because every day I write, I develop a little more voice. Every day I write, I find a new secret my characters want me to know. Every day I write, I get closer to the Girls in the Basement. (I LOVE that term)
Since I can’t write full time, I have to write when I can. It takes longer to hook into that creative part of me that sometimes helps the words come to life. I do what I can to help: the scents, the music, the schedule, BUT none of that takes the place of opening the document and letting the words flow.
I can write or I can wait and let time go by without working that part of my creativity.
So what happens when I can’t write? When I look at the keyboard and nothing happens. When I can’t connect with the characters. I wish I could say that never happens. But you know what, it does. Used to it really freaked me out. (Used to was just a few months ago!) But then I realized it’s just a part of my process. When that happens I need to take a break, read some, write a letter to my grandma or e-mails to my CPs, maybe let my characters write love letters to each other. I can’t do like a lot of people suggest and “write through it.” I thought I could, but when I do that, the story STINKS! So I give myself permission to take a break. I think part of the problem when that happens is the doubt caused by ghosts of multiple rejections. But that’s not all. Whatever the reason, those moments of blankness happen and when they do, that’s okay. The key is to not let the break go on forever. 🙂
And that’s the simple truth. What works for someone else might not work for me. What works for me might not work for others. Writing is solitary. We all have the way we do things. The key is to find what works and do it!