Book festivals are not everyone’s thing. I get that.
Okay, maybe I don’t. What’s not to like? Books? Authors? Festivalling?
This month, I traveled to three different festivals. I learned something at each one. I’d planned to write about all of them in one post, but upon reflection, I realized that each experience was so different, I need to give them equal time. So, this is the first of three posts on my book festival tour.
The first festival I attended was in Williamsburg, Virginia. I traveled there with a dear friend, beta reader, book & wine lover named Gina. I had no expectations for this festival, I told Gina. In doing my research, I’d talked to three authors who attended in years past. One was enthusiastic about the experience, saying it was well organized and the crowd was lovely. She sold many books.
The second author I contacted said it was awful. She was stuck in a side room and no one could find her table. The people who did were just looking for free stuff. Hmmm. Continue reading “Book Festivalling Episode One”
I started teaching a new course of Creative Writing this week. I forgot how much I love it. My class last spring didn’t fill and was canceled. At the time, I was busy preparing for a book launch, so I was somewhat relieved.
Driving home after class this week, I was energized. It’s so exciting to work with writers who are just beginning their journey. The possibilities are fresh and exciting.
The knowing nods when we talk about the urgent need to write, reassure me. I’m not the only crazy person in my town who feels this compelling urge to bear witness to all the little oddities in my life and heart.
We talked about what we write and why. So many echoed the same sentiment—a voice running through their heads aching to get out on paper. I recognize that insistency. It’s their creative spirit. Everyone has one. That spirit can find its way out in a plethora of ways, but when its left trapped inside, unrecognized and unfed, it can lead to a confused despondency, a sadness borne of a day-after-day sameness. Continue reading “What is YOUR Creative Self Saying?”
Cut how many words?
The last few weeks have been a blur of editing. For me, editing is the worst part of being a writer. Also, it’s how you spend half of your time as a writer (the other parts are 10% writing and 40% promoting). Sigh.
I sat down with my current WIP and began slashing. My agent suggested I cut nearly ten thousand words. I was sincere in my effort and after letting go of my initial instinct to fight for every word, I discovered the story was cleaner and clearer once I unloaded 9,000 words.
After weighing every word and questioning every sentence, I was still coming up short. I figured if I could just get rid of another five hundred, I’d be golden. I mean, nearly 10,000 is pretty much 10,000, right?
I couldn’t bring myself to comb through the manuscript again, so I employed my favorite writing tool – the find feature. Now, which words could I cut that wouldn’t affect the story? Continue reading “Enough of That”
“When you woke up this morning were you still a big shot author with a new puppy?”
That was the text I got from my husband who was out of the country on business this week.
And it does feel like a ‘pinch-me’ kind of week. My memoir, Another Good Dog, sold to Pegasus Books for publication summer 2018, and after fostering 95 puppies and dogs, I’ve finally decided to ‘foster fail’ and adopt a puppy from our current litter.
Rewind two weeks. Continue reading “The Difference Two Weeks Makes…”
Be honest. Don’t pretend you know something you don’t, feel something you don’t feel, or are something you’re not. Just be heart-exposingly honest and readers will appreciate it. Honesty is never boring.
Write your passion.
Write what you love. Write what you are committed to. Write about the topics, stories, people, issues that get your heart aflutter or make your pulse race. When you write your passion it comes straight from your heart. Passion is never boring. Continue reading “How Not to be Boring: 8 Tips for Writers”
It’s a bit of gamble, this writing thing.
I write and write and write and write.
And then I edit and edit and edit and edit.
And then I edit even more.
And when my latest masterpiece is all shined up and ready, I send it out into the world.
Sometimes (okay, many times) it comes back to me with words of rejection.
It feels like judgment. Probably because it is judgment.
And I say – Continue reading “Writing Without a Net”
The kids are underfoot.
The house is a mess; it’s noisy, too.
The garden is a tangle of weeds and the blueberry bushes are so full, the berries are bending the branches low enough for the mice to feast.
I drank too much wine last night; I can’t think clearly.
I’m not feeling it.
I’m sick of this story.
I’ll just take today off.
What’s the point?
That’s just a small sampling of my excuses. What are yours?
There’s never a good time to write, but if you’re a writer that really doesn’t matter—write.
Some days the words circle your head like invisible gnats, and while you can hear them buzzing, you can’t catch them—write.
Other times the grocery list and the thank you notes are nagging around the edges of your brain; they can wait another day—write.
Even when you have nothing to say and what you do want to say is everything you wish you’d said to someone who belittled your belief yesterday – write.
Maybe the only coherent thought you have is, I hate this. Write.
As Elmore Leonard, arguably one of the most successful, working class writers, puts it—
“I don’t believe in writer’s block or waiting for inspiration. If you’re a writer, you sit down and write.”
What are you waiting for?
Sit down and write.