When the Magic Happened
For me, the magic is the writing—the days when all of a sudden two hours have gone by and I have written 1,600 words without even realizing it. Once, my mom came into my room while I was writing and I was so into my work that for a moment I forgot where I was. How magical is that? I believe I was writing a scene in my new novel, Dead of Knight, which comes out later this summer. So much of my time writing that book was like that. I connected with those characters more than ever before, which I think made all the difference.
These instances happen when I’m working on the first draft of a novel, still figuring out my characters and the storyline. I think it’s because, at that point, I’m there to play. I’m not worried about typos or consistency or anything like that just yet. I’m focused on the journey. I write in the quiet, so I can fully delve into my story and my characters. And, since I get so into what I’m doing, I never realize “the magic” is happening until later when I look at the clock and my word count. “The magic” is the reason I write; it’s a pretty powerful experience.
Author, Nicole Person
When Magic Happens
by Kathleen Kaska
Magic in my writing often comes in the form of coincidences; those serendipitous things I believe are much more than happenstance. Some are small affirmations that I’m on the right track, like when I decided to set one of my mysteries in southwest Montana. The story is about a rancher’s attempt to save a herd of wild horses. I later found out this very area is home to one of the largest wild horse population in the country. What an affirmation that was!
Another time, my husband and I were exploring the back roads around Hot Spring, Arkansas when we made the wrong turn back to town and had gotten lost. The road wound us deep into the woods, and while my husband attempted to get us out, I went into deep contemplation of a murder plot I was having trouble with. Suddenly, I spotted an algae-covered pond and the brain cells began gyrating. By the time we’d reached the end of the road, the entire plot was laid out before me as if I had been watching a movie. I looked up at the road sign as we turned onto the highway. I got chills when I noticed we’d been traveling on a road named Murder’s Row.
The most recent magical moment happened a few weeks ago. My frustration level over my current Sydney Lockhart mystery had become so high, I felt like deleting the entire 80,000-word manuscript and starting over. Instead, I decided to give my brain a break and relive our 2009 vacation to Maine. It was one of those trips where we had no plans, no reservations, and no schedule. One afternoon we drove into the tiny town of Kingfield, and seeing the old Herbert Grand Hotel, we stopped in. (By the way, historic hotels are where my Lockhart mysteries are set.) It was off-season, and the owner gave us a tour and recommended his best room, a suite with a fireplace and baloney overlooking Main Street and the Carrabassett River. But what caught my eye, was the picture hanging over the bed, it was of a beautiful redheaded girl holding an envelope and smiling (By the way Sydney has red hair, too). I called her "Little Sydney" because I imagined this is what Sydney Lockhart looked like when she was young. I told my husband that the message in the envelope was for me, and one day I would find out what that message was.
At the time, I’d set my current story at the historic Excelsior Hotel in Jefferson, Texas because I wanted to include a ghost element in the subplot and the Excelsior is known for its numerous resident ghosts. But, I soon discovered that the Driskill in Austin, Texas (Sydney’s home and mine for twenty-five years) was considered the most haunted hotel in the state. So mystery number four became Murder at the Driskill instead of Murder at the Excelsior. Well, the ghost thing wasn't working out and I was having a difficult time finishing this book. I began to wonder if I’d made the right decision to switch venues. To break the block, I decided to do a little more research into the ghost thing. I found this news story and YouTube video about ghosts at the Driskill, and in watching that video, the message in the little girl’s envelope was revealed.
The murder in my book takes place on the fifth floor in the Yellow Rose Suite. A portion of the video “coincidently” was shot on the fifth floor. As the camera panned on the Yellow Rose Suite, I noticed hanging on the wall right next to the room was that very same painting that hung over our bed in the Herbert Grand Hotelin Maine.
The story goes the painting is of the little girl was Samantha Houston who died at the Driskill Hotel in 1887 when she tumbled down the stairs chasing her ball. Her spirit had remained on the fifth floor since that time and she is often seen and heard bouncing her ball and giggling. The message in the envelope?—“don’t ditch the ghost.” I got busy writing and soon the plot problems disappeared and the book’s draft is completed. One big coincidence; I think not.
Incidentally, the painting is not really that of Samantha Houston, although it makes a great story for the hotel’s promotional literature. The painting is entitled Love Letters by artist Charles Trevor Garland. If you’d like to see the video, here’s the link: http://www.kvue.com/news/Special-Assignment-History-and-hauntings-of-the-Driskill-Hotel-174483061.html
Look for Murder at the Driskill early next year.
Thanks, Karla, for having me as a guest on Armchair Publishing.
Setting as a Character
by Kathleen Kaska
If I were a setting, you’d probably smell me before you saw me. Not an unpleasant order; not flower-sweet; nothing that would tantalize the taste buds. I would be the subtle scent of two different worlds coming together, where ocean meets land, where rich nutrients feed a myriad of wildlife. A place too perfect to be altered; a place struggling to remain pure.
The sun, low on the horizon, lit up the crystal blue of the open Gulf, causing it to shimmer. The road ended at the water’s edge. I left my troubles in the front seat of the car, and went for a walk along the beach. I hadn’t gone a quarter mile when I saw a flock of brown pelicans fly twenty feet above the shoreline. They settled where the water swept inland, forming a small bay. Dozens of seagulls squawked for no apparent reason, and a pair of blue herons speared for crab along the reeds.
I spread my jacket on the sand and sat down, letting the sun warm my aching body. Turning this place into a refinery would be a tragedy. Redolent of brine, the air filled my lung with an ancient yearning, a desire to leave well enough alone, to keep nature’s secret, to let the herons have their shoreline feast. No matter what happened to me, there would never be any drilling here. Loneliness washed over me, but for some reason it felt good in an empowering sort of way. The only answer was to follow my instincts. I took the document from my pocket, tore it up, and let the wind carry it far, far away.
Adapted from Murder at the Luther: The second Sydney Lockhart Mystery.
Kathleen Kaska writes the award-winning Sydney Lockhart mysteries set in the 1950s. Her first two books Murder at the Arlington and Murder at the Luther, were selected as bonus-books for the Pulpwood Queens Book Group, the largest book group in the country. The third book in the series, Murder at the Galvez, has just been released.
Kaska also writes the Classic Triviography Mystery Series, which includes The Agatha Christie Triviography and Quiz Book, The Alfred Hitchcock Triviography and Quiz Book, and The Sherlock Holmes Triviography and Quiz Book. The Alfred Hitchcock and the Sherlock Holmes trivia books are finalists for the 2012 EPIC award in nonfiction.
Her nonfiction book, The Man Who Saved the Whooping Crane: The Robert Porter Allen Story, (University Press of Florida) was released on September 16 and has been nominated for the George Perkins Marsh award for environmental history.
ACP - The setting in a book is sometimes just as important of a character as the characters themselves. If I were a setting, what would I look like?
The Magic Garden
by Terry Persun
Leave it to Karla to come up with some of the most interesting questions. So, I sit and ponder the question from my small office separated from my house by a dozen or so steps. It looks onto a courtyard. The sun this morning shines through a smattering of disinterested clouds, across the water, the town, and onto the posts of the porch. The cat is perched in its cat bed, eyes closed, soaking up the morning warmth.
I close my eyes as well. I often do that while writing, which is like meditation to me, it’s like prayer. It’s the greatest connection to the universe that I have during the day, and I love the feeling like I love nature. I am myself in this state…and no one can touch me.
I think of this as a magic garden: anything can grow here, anything can appear, animals speak, trees and flowers move, everything is fluid, everything possible. When I am a setting, I am that magic garden. Inside me, you might find your own animal totem, you might shape shift like those in my novel “Doublesight”, or you might invent something inside a small laboratory like in “Revision 7: DNA”.
The truth is, I don’t make this stuff up. It appears to me like magic. All I do is open up to it, allow it to come through. I am often more amazed than anyone when a novel pushes through my psyche and onto the page. At that moment I have become the fertile garden it needs. The weather is perfect for the moment, whether raining, like in a recent novel I wrote, or barren and desert-like, similar to a sci-fi novel that’s going through production at the publisher’s.
If I think of myself as a setting, I think of that fluidness of growth, the fragrance of honeysuckle or lilac, the taste of rain on my tongue or metal from a gun barrel, the feel of a lover or a punch to the jaw. Could I go on? Of course, and each image, sound, smell that comes to me also comes with a character, an idea for a book. When I am at my most open, anything can come through the garden of me—and often does.
Look, the sky is gathering its cloak around the moon. A murder of crows leave the comfort of branches and travel across the light from the last glimmers of day, behind them the flat and scruffy terrain of a swamp. Something resides in that swamp, something beautiful and horrible, I’m going in after it.
Terry Persun writes in many genres, including historical fiction, mainstream, literary, and science fiction/fantasy. His novel, “Cathedral of Dreams” is a ForeWord magazine Book of the Year finalist in the science fiction category. His novel “Sweet Song” just won a Silver IPPY Award, too. His latest sci-fi thriller is, “Revision 7: DNA”, and his first fantasy novel just came out. “Doublesight” can be found online. Terry’s website is: www.TerryPersun.com or you can find him on Amazon.
1. Do your characters speak to you?
TP - There are times where my characters talk to me, but also among themselves. Well, that's how a novel is written most of the time--I'm eavesdropping.
2. What is the funniest thing you have heard from one of your characters?
TP - There are many things, but one recently was in writing a novel about a shaman and his son. They just had a tussle with a few bad guys and one of the characters asks if the son, Jason is okay. He said, "Shaken. But not stirred," which I thought was kind-of funny. Anyhow, maybe you had to be there. These are the kinds of dry humor-type incidents that I have.
3. What is the most memorable thing one has said?
TP - "Do not wish for everything, when you must concentrate on the first thing." This was a character in my new novel, "Doublesight". I won't tell you which one.
4. Who is your favorite character?
TP - There are way too many to count. But I do like Leon from my book, "Sweet Song". He had a tough life to somehow figure out and I believe he did. Some reviewers said that the book ended too quickly, but I feel that is always the case with books I want to go on longer. I'm glad it feels that way. Perhaps they wanted more of his life to view than the short period of time that I showed them. That's a good character.
5. Who is your least favorite character?
TP - No matter how bad a character may seem in one of my novels, I see the humanity in them. I have no least favorite.
6. Characteristics that you admire in a character?
TP -The same as humans: courage to go against the norm, courage to battle for right, kindness, a willingness to help others. You can probably go on from there.
7. Pet peeves about a character?
TP - I occasionally have a character who continually says the wrong thing at the wrong time. Sometimes I just want to say, "Shut up for a minute."
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Whether writing novels or poetry, Terry Persun is concerned with who his characters are and what provided the impetus for them to change along the way. Everyone lives within the constraints of identity. We may be one person at home and another at the office. We may play the role of the tough guy while struggling with our weaker self. Terry’s books let us look into the minds of people just like us who want to become something different, who want to live a more authentic life. According to Today’s Librarian, “Persun is adept at conveying the complexities of human inner struggle.”
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by author, Barbara Bickmore
I have often said that if I weren’t paid so well, people would put me in a looney bin, an insane asylum.
I don’t think like you do. Or anyone else I know.
I live in a world of make believe. No one in the entire universe lives in that space I inhabit, except me. No one else in the world knows the people who dwell there with me.
I live in my mind. That world I live in is more real to me than the real world.
When you were a little kid did you hear of someone who was ridiculed because she had make believe friends? I’m a big girl (and I seem to get bigger with each passing year), and I have a multitude of make believe friends. While I live with them I am quite obsessed with them. I stalk them. I crawl into their minds and think like they would think, though often they surprise me. I mean shouldn’t I control them if the only place they live is in my head? But I don’t. I have heard other authors say the same thing. Instead of my telling the characters what to do they quite often surprise me and do things I hadn’t expected. Sounds silly, doesn’t it, that figments of my imagination should control me.
When I was writing my first novel I sat down at my computer one day and stared at it. I sort of knew where I was going but looked at that blank screen and was slightly panicked to realize it was a reflection of my mind. I hadn’t a clue what to paint on that screen. And then, from nowhere, I wrote, without even thinking, “Anoka came out of the jungle.”
Where did that name come from? Who was he? Why had he suddenly appeared? I sat there amazed. I had, and have, no idea at all where he came from. He was not premeditated. I had no idea where to fit him into my already planned book. But now that he was there, alive on that page, I felt he would lead me to some place. And he did. Though he did not become a secondary character, he became what I shall call a tertiary character, and became important to me and to the others in the book. How did he arrive?
In my second book, The Moon Below, in my outline and about two thirds of the way through the book my heroine was going to end up with a doctor, whom she had loved for years. He was not her husband. Her husband had left her, to try to sell wool in England, half the world away and was gone for five years. I loved that doctor. But my heavens, after the husband returned from England he did unexpected things that made me start to fall in love with him. Well, if I was falling in love with him, my heroine had to too. What to do about the doctor? None of this confusion had been in my mind as I started the book. How the hell, I mean what on earth, made me start falling in love with the husband and thus upsetting the last third of the book.
I had to mentally rewrite my outline (the original was on the desk of my publisher in New York City). The book ended up being not at all what I set out to write.
In my next book about China, I was two thirds of the way through it when friends, a couple in my new town of Ajijic, Mexico, and a friend visiting from California, and I went to the coast for four days in December of 1990, my first Mexican Christmas. Bill, of the couple, had heard me griping that I had writer’s block, I couldn’t figure how to go on. So one night as we sat out on the balcony in the balmy evening air he said, “Okay, tell me the story so far.” I said no, I couldn’t do that. It was involved and no one could help me anyhow. He said, “Try me. We have nothing else to do.” So in about 20 minutes I caught them up to date. He said, “Oh, easy. She’s a dove. Doesn’t believe in killing for any reason. So you have to have her kill someone.
“Next, the bandit kidnaps her from a train in the first third of the book. He does not think women have very good minds and they are below him and he would certainly never give his life for a woman. Well, what you have to do at the end is have him rescue her from a train so it’s full circle and he dies trying to save her, giving his life for a woman.”
I stared at him. How had he done that so easily? How could I put his words into a complex plot? Right after Christmas I followed all his suggestions and it was, again, not the book I started out to write, but far better.
It takes months, sometimes as many as 9 months (like actually giving birth) for my characters to gradually come to life. It’s odd how often the color of their eyes change. On page 9 they have blue eyes and on page 311 they have brown ones. It’s like pulling teeth and sometimes the agony connected with that to fully realize a character. Then, by golly, she goes off and does something so unexpected I sit and think, okay, now that’s she’s done that I’ll have to change the entire direction she’s going. And the story I thought I was telling suddenly veers away to a new direction I hadn’t planned.
Years ago I read Shirley MacLaine’s Out on a Limb. She’s written several autobiographical books. I like Shirley, but when it came to channeling, I thought, “Oh, Shirley, come off it.” She claimed that in Peru, high in the Andes, something or someone from the past channeled ideas through her that were relevant to her life or maybe our lives. It happened again when she was visiting Sweden. I thought she was a bit off, somewhat quirky I thought, perhaps too kindly.
But, my goodness, there I was channeling. I found myself sitting at my desk in Ajijic, Mexico, and I knew I was writing, but I was in a trance. I was in Shanghai, not a place to which I’d actually been, but I saw it and described it and felt that I was watching a little TV screen and simply writing down what I saw and heard. When I finished the chapter I sat back and sighed with satisfaction. Then I looked around and realized I was in my bedroom in Ajijic. I was not in the China I had been to but moments before.
I went and got some iced tea and came back and printed out what I’d written and took it and the tea out on the porch to read. I shook my head. I had not written that. Who had? Of course I’m sane enough to know that I really had written it, I had hit the keys and put the letters on the screen, printed it on the paper I had just read, but I swear I had not written it. And then I understood Shirley. I had been channeled. I simply do not know where it came from.
That has happened to me time and again. Sometimes I have to force the writing. Sometimes I have to drag the characters onto the page, force them to do the things I have planned for them. But often, at least half the time, I sit in trances, for I see and hear my characters talk and think and move. They are as real to me as....well, more real to me than real really is.
The main character is heroic, she grows to noble heights. She has great lovers, men who really and truly love her and who also happen to be great, inventive lovers, who take her to great heights, both physically and emotionally. Note I say lovers. I always have two and often three in a book. They are men as I’d like them to be. They are men I wished I’d had.
I go to countries where I want to spend time. Except for one book they have been warm countries because I want to spend the nine to twelve months it takes me to write a book in warm climates. And when I write about those countries I am there. I do not pretend that I am there. I am.
However, I am fickle. When I am through with the characters I discard them, quite completely. Can’t even remember their names a few years later, don’t recognize them even if someone mentions them. I have gone on to a new love affair and there’s nothing much deader than a dead love affair (if you are the one who has said goodbye, that is).
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Do your characters speak to you?
Well, I wouldn’t say I hear voices in the back of my head, but I do usually have a batch of characters on my mind. When I initially think of a character, it takes another week (at the very least, and depending on what I’m working on) for me to develop them and understand them enough to write down their story.
What is the funniest thing you have heard from one of your characters?
I’m always surprised by my characters. What they say, what they do, and how they change. Oftentimes I say that my characters are wittier than I am, and it’s the truth. To some degree, it’s not me making this stuff up, it’s them. Call it subconscious, call it weird, call it crazy, but when I write, I am handing the reins over to the characters—I’m just along for the ride.
What is the most memorable thing one has said?
In my new novel, my character Elise is bold and direct in her dialogue, and I like that. However, the most memorable moments with Elise are the places where she softens and becomes a little more vulnerable. There’s a scene where she does this with another character, Ryan, about halfway through the book. I love seeing my characters change and grow, and Elise’s development was evident in this scene.
Who is your favorite character?
I don’t like to pick favorites, but if I had to, I’d pick Orson from my upcoming novel (stay tuned!). He was given reign over some conquered territory from his father as a way to keep Orson busy in the shadow of his powerful older brother. After going through abuse and witnessing the suicide of his wife, Orson falls into a depression that slowly eats away at his sanity and eventually his mind seeks refuge in an alternate personality called Odell.
Exploring the mind of such a complicated character was fascinating. Yet thinking of him in a different light, not so much from the writer’s perspective but from my perspective as a person, I have a certain sympathy and curiosity for him.
Who is your least favorite character?
I don’t think I could ever venture to dislike a character and this is why: When I write about a character, I know their motivation—the reason they think what they think and do what they do. This means that I feel sympathy and understanding even in a character who makes bad decisions.
Characteristics that you admire in a character?
Their uniqueness. They are all individuals and they all struggle and make mistakes and do the best they can in light of the challenges they are presented with. Simply put, I admire them for them.
Pet peeves about a character?
I’d like to say that my characters bother me sometimes, but I can’t! In fact, when they say things that surprise me or do things that are unplanned (even if it causes the story to be more complicated) the writing experience is just that more spontaneous and fun. I don’t want my entire book to be planned before I write it, I’d rather explore and uncover things as I go.
Nicole J. Persun started her professional writing career at the age of sixteen with her young adult novel, A Kingdom’s Possession, which was a finalist for ForeWord Magazine’s Book of the Year Award. Aside from novels, Nicole has had short stories, flash fiction, poetry, and essays published in a handful of literary journals. Her inspiration is drawn from the latest studies and findings in biology, astronomy, archaeology, psychology, and any other form of scientific, historical, or artistic discovery. She often speaks at libraries, writer’s groups, and writer’s conferences across the country. Currently getting a degree in creative writing, Nicole lives in Washington State. For more information, visit Nicole’s website at: www.nicolejpersun.com.
1. - AP - Do your characters speak to you?
Kathleen - All the time; usually when I’m alone, jogging, hiking, sweeping off the patio. Sometimes they even wake me up in the middle of the night, which can be sort of annoying since I’m not a very good sleeper.
2. AP - What is the funniest thing you have heard from one of your characters?
Kathleen - My character, Ruth Echland, from my Sydney Lockhart Mystery series is the one who keeps me in stitches. I never know what the crazy woman will say. In Murder at the Driskill, the book I’m working on now, Sydney tells Ruth to be circumspect when talking to a suspect. Ruth says, “Don’t worry. Circumcised is my middle name.” She often confuses words, which is always good for a laugh. Most people think she’s a ditsy blonde, but I think Ruth knows exactly what she’s saying. She just likes to annoy Sydney, and Sydney falls for it every time.
3. AP - What is the most memorable thing one has said?
Kathleen - I like how Sydney’s boyfriend, Dixon, responds to her. In Murder at the Galvez, Dixon refers to Sydney as his girlfriend. Here’s the exchange that takes place between them.
“When did I become you girlfriend?” I asked as we stood across the street from the police station.
“When we were standing over the body of Ellison James sprawled in your bathtub at the Arlington Hotel.” Dixon inhaled and passed me his cigarette.
“We hadn’t yet been introduced.”
“That sort of experience needs no introduction.”
“As far as you knew, I could have been married and the dead guy could have been my husband.”
“You weren’t wearing a ring, and neither was he.”
“Boyfriend and girlfriend then?”
“You were too classy for the likes of him.”
“And you could tell that even though he was not wearing any clothes?”
“It was his hair. You wouldn’t date a guy with a pompadour.”
4. AP - Who is your favorite character?
Kathleen - As far as the usual characters that appear in the books, I don’t really have a favorite. However, of all the characters that appeared in just one book, there are several I like a lot. For instance, in Murder at the Luther, there’s a guy named Ramsey Strump. He’s an alcoholic surveyor who kidnaps Sydney and Ruth at gunpoint. He’s harmless, though. He even allowed Sydney to talk him into wearing a kilt. In Murder at the Driskill, there’s a young girl named Lydia LeBeau, whom I just love. She ten going on thirty, and she smarter than Sydney and always one step ahead of her. I like Lydia so much I’m thinking of giving her her own series one day. As if I didn’t have enough to write already.
5. AP - Who is your least favorite character?
Kathleen - I don’t really have a least favorite. Even the bad guys are likeable in their own way, well, all except Lynol Fogmore, the corrupt police chief in Murder at the Luther. His wife, Emma, can barely tolerate him.
6. AP - Characteristics that you admire in a character?
Kathleen - I like strong, independent female characters. I use them as my role models.
7. AP - Pet peeves about a character?
Kathleen - I don’t think I have any pet peeves about a character, but Sydney certainly does. Her mother, Mary Lou, and her brother, Scott, drive Sydney mad. Mary Lou is flighty, bossy, and unpredictable. She’s never satisfied with what Sydney does and is always giving her grief. Scott is simply a whiny baby.
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Do your characters speak to you?
Author - Jared McVay
AP - Do your characters speak to you?
Jared - constantly
AP - What is the funniest thing you have heard from one of your characters?
Jared - How come I have to be second banana?
AP - What is the most memorable thing one has said?
Jared - Harry Abram, in, The Legend of Joe, Willy & Red: "If you're a benevolent god, please let these three men in. They're good men who became victims of this crazy depression. or Elijah standing next to the grave of his wife, from, Hacker's Raid: "Even with all the dumb things I did and the way I treated folks, you still stood by me. There'll never be another woman like you and I'm gonna miss you somethin' awful.
AP - Who is your favorite character?
Jared - Randal Owen Hudstedler: Even though he is only ten years old, he's not afraid to face life head on and accept its challenges
AP - Who is your least favorite character?
Jared - The prison warden in my book, Hacker's Raid
AP - Characteristics that you admire in a character?
Jared - Honesty about themselves
AP - Pet peeves about a character?
Jared - Big egos
Jared McVay: I've been called, a lover, a fighter, and a wild bull rider - but in all honesty, I'm just a guy from Kansas who believes in seeing what life has to offer and then, go after it - which leaves me with lots of stories to tell. You never get too old to take up a new challenge.
I joined 750words.com. This is a beginning of a new writing test for me. What does that mean? Practice. 750 words a day? Wow! That sounds like a lot. I am not sure I say that many words in a conversation? But writing 750 words? A Day? Really? I know, most writers, write thousands of words a day.
About five years ago, a friend turned me onto the Artists Way book. I bought it. I read it. I even did a lot of the exercises. I found the morning pages to be the hardest. To get up and do a brain dump, before I was even fully awake? It was a little on the impossible side for someone like me.
I have been an avid reader for thirty plus years, mostly romance (yes romance) and romance thrillers. About two years ago I fell into the business of working with authors and converting their books to ebooks. What a great marriage for someone like me. I get to work with great authors and I get to read.
One of our authors, is a well-known published romance writer. We started by converting all of her books to ebooks and designing new covers. The story of how and when she got started in writing books is a fascinating story and was a huge inspiration to someone like me. You see, I have always wanted to write, but I was afraid. After listening to her, I decided to take the plunge, so I have started writing my first book.
But, Oh My God - No one tells you how much work writing is. Nor, do they tell you how long it takes. Writing should come with a warning label - MAY TAKE THE REST OF YOUR LIFE TO DO THIS.
The best advice I have received regarding writing is from a retired editor. She told me to just write - we can always fix it later. The freedom I felt from that advice was so liberating. Then after talking to other authors and learning that they write, then rewrite, then rewrite again, and again, and again, well, you can now see why it takes so long.
Since, I’ve started writing, I have joined some writer's groups and I have taken classes. My writing is starting to improve. Technically I still am a little writing-challenged, but I am working on it.
Fiction writing comes easier for me, then business writing, or even journaling - after all that is what I read - Fiction. But I am learning. I have a bIog I call, Express Myself - Ramblings of organized (or disorganized) thoughts and ideas. It is fun to have a place that you can just talk, or in this case write, about whatever you want. Just let it loose.
So, 750 words? Here is a toast to the first day, the first 750 words and hopefully a new beginning to a new way to brain dump and be creative. And for you authors that write thousands of words a day - Good Job. You are an inspiration to us all!
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