Happy Tuesday everyone!
The kids are at school, my wife is at work, and I’m all alone in the house. No, it’s really not a safe thing to have happen. Rather than running amok, which, really, no one is going to do better than Kathy Najimi in Hocus Pocus anyway, I’m working in my office like a good little writer.
Here’s the danger of being a writer, at least for me. I’m horribly lazy. And I have a job that encourages me to sit in a chair for hours on end. Yeah. Not a great combination.
The chair time is FINE if I’m actually writing, but that’s not always the case. For me, creative inspiration comes in stops and starts. I either have NO idea what to write, so I spend my time trolling facebook, watching YouTube videos, and randomly being outraged by stupid things on the internet. OR I have fifteen hundred stories all slamming at me at one time. And my job is to try to sort out the threads and put it all in some discernible order.
Earlier this week (or maybe it was last week… not the point), I emailed Andi and said, “I have this idea for a book…” And she said, because she’s fabulously supportive, “Sounds awesome! Write it!”
And then I emailed her back and said, “But I also have this idea…” And she said, “That’s awesome, too! Write them both!”
And then, rather than starting either book, my brain ran off in a completely different direction and I messaged Yvonne, “I’m thinking about writing a book about…” And she said, “That’s perfect! Write it!”
And then, rather than starting any of those books, I thought about a conversation I had with Ashley forever ago about another book (actually a series of three books). It’s a story line I’ve been tossing around, but I couldn’t get the pieces to gel. This morning, as I drove the kids to school, the answer hit me. I literally had to pull over and send her a text. After a brief text conversation, I said, “Fuck this. I’m going to send you an email when I get to an actual keyboard I can type on.” And then Ashley called me normal and old (both, I’m sure, were insults), but I knew what she was really trying to say (since she’d been saying it for months) was “Write it!”
So, my goal for this year was to write two books. And now I have six that just have to be written RIGHT NOW.
To the writers in the audience, does this happen to y’all? Or am I the only schmuck who has no flow regulator on my creative ju-ju?
And, on a completely unrelated note, I wanted to share these things with you:
D Jordan Redhawk, who is a total badass for sure, wrote this blog about her goals for the upcoming year. Go read it.
My buddy Yvonne Heidt is giving away a copy of The Quickening (which rocks, by the way). Totally go enter that.
Author Heather Blackmore is dropping by the Virtual Living Room this Saturday, 1/18, to discuss her latest release, Like Jazz. Yeah, you should totally jump in on that conversation.
There’s a rumor floating around (or maybe I’m starting one now) that the fabulous Roselle Graskey is FINALLY working on a new book. How can you support this amazing news? You can cheer her on, of course! I think she should install one of those word count meters onto her website or facebook or something, and we can all count down like it’s New Years Eve.