I’m still a baby learning to walk, but today I feel a little bit grown up.
Judy L Mohr of Black Wolf Editorial Services invited me to write a guest blog post for her.
Here’s the blog post for you to check it out at Black Wolf Editorial Services.
I’d discovered, after submitting my book to my editor, Iola Goulton of Christian Editing Services that I’d been writing Women’s Fiction instead of Romance. How do you know the difference?
Both these ladies are generous in the help for new writers. While you’re visiting their sites, check out the generous free information for authors. If you’re like me, there’s still so much to learn and so much help out there for budding authors.
My head is down and seated in front of my laptop every morning for sprints to get my next novel written. My characters aren’t behaving and it’s looking like a novella. Will see how it goes.
Cassie Stevenson joined the O’Dark Club for writing sprints.
Knowing what she was going to write her word quota was completed with plenty to spare for her Nanowrimo update.
Yesterday she waited at the end of the driveway for her online grocery order to arrive. For three hours.
A phone call revealed the manager would deliver on the way home in the evening.
Compounding the issue, Cassie’s bubble is right on the edge of cellphone cover. But coverage improves by the gate. So for the appointed time she returned. The sun went down and the darkness closed in. Thump. Why didn’t she ask her hubby to join her? She didn’t even know how to lock the doors in the car.
Groceries arrived a 7pm along with a nosey possum, which shot up a tree when Cassie jumped.
As Cassie wiped down the groceries with soapy water outside in the dark and reflected on what she would write tomorrow. The grocery waiting time wasn’t wasted after all, as she knew exactly what she was going to write tomorrow.
Cassie joined the O’Dark Club at Jessie’s Wordsmiths and the words of the story that had whirled around in her head floated from her brain, via keyboard to manuscript.
Susan Pere was wondering if The Sanctuary, her vision and dream, was indeed what she had been called to build. A place of Sanctuary, refuge from family harm?
They were in lockdown and everything was turning to custard and pooling around her feet.
How could she have let things get so out of hand?
Cassie was wondering the same about her writing. Was she on the right track? Answering a call of ministry, or creating a muddle of words, splashed hap-hazard on a blank canvas.
“May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.” Nelson Mandela
Background photo is of our other neighbors.
Cassie Stevenson is my nondeplum for fiction writing. I’m currently taking part in Stay At Home Nanowrimo and documenting Cassie’s progress each day while writing The Sanctuary in April on my Instagram page Carron Stevenson
We start off with good intentions but life’s busy distractions claw us from our very best intentions.
But don’t give up. Keep going. If you want to be a writer, you can’t help but write. Failed new years resolutions dont matter. It doesn’t stop you from continuing.
Claw time where you can. Ten minutes at coffee break, fifteen minutes at lunch. Make a plan and stick to it. Be consistent.
I was reading the book Thursday at Eight by Debbie Macomber where one of the characters wanted to read at the juvenile detention centre.
She took the time to think about what she might have to give up in order to commit. What she was giving up was the determiner of taking up the new time guzzler. It’s a great book, an easy read, for a tricky topic, and left me thinking about the story (don’t you just love books like that?).
Then I discovered this article… ” Never say yes on the spot. If you’re asked to do something and you are feeling the pressure to say yes without thinking step back for a second and don’t commit right away. Tell the person or group asking that you need to think about it, if they can’t wait for you to make a decision then the decision is made for you, easy as that.” – Jenny White, Mumatoga and Mini City on Huffington Post
Finish this sentence: In order to take on writing, I must give up… I hope writing survives the scrutiny.
Sitting at a bus stop, in the car, at a train station, in an airport or on these modes of transport? From a window seat in a cafe. Observe the people around you.
Make up stories in your head about them (just don’t believe them or pass them on as gossip if you know who the person is).
We’re just observing okay? Without staring. Or stalking. Definitely don’t follow someone unless they’re walking in the same direction as you.
What do you think is going on in their life. Are they sad, tired, happy, excited (must be a kid).
Are they walking fast or slow? What does their walk tell you? Are they late, or have hurry sickness? Are they dawdling, reluctant to go somewhere? Why? Or relaxed and on holiday? Or always chilled out. Always I a hurry.
When you wake up with a story write it down in the notebook you keep by your bed.
Gather your stories. Let me know how you go.
Personal We’ve had the App on the motorhome tablet upgraded so it talks to the motorhome system again. (They must have had a fight because they weren’t speaking). Now Mr S can see how much water is in the tanks, and how much solar power is coming in, the status of the batteries and how much power we’re using. I only understand the wstervtank level.
is a sunrise at The Willows, beside the Waimakariri River.