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Sunday, February 17, 2019
Our memory of the past changes with time; so much so that with each passing year it will hardly resemble the truth. I believe it is better to forget and be at peace instead of concocting false memories to ease the pain. The past is done and it cannot be undone with fictitious fabrications of the truth.
The lies we tell ourselves to ease the pain is still a lie.
I was 51 years old when I started writing with productive intent. My knowledge of writing was limited to what I learned in 7th grade. I knew nothing about editing. I knew even less than nothing about marketing and book covers. And the only thing I knew about publishing was that I would have to do it myself if my book was ever going to be published.
My first book was a complete failure, because of all of the above.
It was hard to stop thinking about what I should have done, but when I did, the present got a lot better.
I am soon-to-be 62 years old, and I now have three published books, two more novels waiting to be published, and a stack of incomplete and complete short stories. And what I know now has nothing to do with what I didn’t know when I started.
Each day I write something is a good day. Sometimes I write a sentence thirty different ways. Sometimes I ponder over a single word for several hours. But the one thing I never do is worry about whether or not someone will like what I am writing.
When I was young, people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grow up. My answer was always the same – Tall. (6' at my peak and now I am shrinking)
If someone were to ask me about my future now, my answer is always, “I am still undecided about what I want to eat for supper tonight.”
The magic that is our imagination changes constantly, and every day we have to decide – will I be a purple cow today or the garnish for someone else’s dream.
This Week be an Elusive Sapphire Armadillo or a Charitable Pink Tiger.
Spreading the Love to Finland, Poland, Cuba, Japan, Iceland, New Zealand, Italy, Germany, Greece, and Tahiti.
Friday, January 4, 2019
I can think of a thousand things to say, but nary a word worth writing.
Taking a break from writing is never a good idea, although sometimes it’s unavoidable, especially during the holidays. But the time has come to get back to writing your epic novel, however, the passion you once had for your story has faded. New stories have invaded your brain and your old story is . . . old. You stare at what you wrote and ask, “Who wrote this garbage? Certainly not I." The delete key, like the executioner’s ax, is ready to send your creation, your baby, into the void, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it.
|Delete or not delete, that is the question.|
There is another option. Take a moment to think about what you are considering and then begin reading your story from the beginning, but not to yourself. Read the words aloud; it will help to rekindle the flame. You’ll begin to remember the enthusiasm, the passion, the characters, and the emotions you once felt . . . or not.
After you have read your story, questions will arise. Questions that are tough to answer. Did you waste your time? Is it time to move on to something else? Continue or start over? If you’re still not sure, seek a second opinion before you delete.
|Open for Business|
In the end, do what makes you happy and learn from the experience. Being you is the hardest thing you’ll ever do.
Sound advice from afar.
2019 is four days old and it is already walking and talking. Soon it will start school, make friends and enemies, learn to use an iPhone or stop walking and talking and be just like the rest of the world. I hope it will learn from the mistakes 2018 made and be smarter. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
This Week be a Delicate Violet Giraffe or a Tolerant Ruby Lion.
Spreading the Love to Canada, Poland, Peru, India, Norway, Australia, Switzerland, Czechia, Greece, and Austria.
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Our memory of the past changes with time; so much so that with each passing year it scarcely resembles the truth. The past is done and, it cannot be undone with fictitious fabrications of the truth, but it sure makes the story a lot more interesting.
On the other hand, there are a few things we’ll always remember and they are etched in our memory forever.
One particular truth I’ll never forget is what a teacher said to the class one day.
“Time is more valuable than money.”
Looking at it from writer’s perspective, the wisdom of that statement presents a disconcerting conundrum.
|It's not how you lived yesterday or even what you remember, but how you choose to live today and worry about tomorrow when it arrives with the morning sun.|
Writers use their time to write a story and the reader is required to give money and time in return.
Time is important and we have only a limited amount of it, so it’s a risk for both the writer and the reader . . . a very expensive risk.
A bad story is time squandered for a reader, making the nasty review that is sure to follow understandable. A bad story for a writer is also time squandered and a costly lesson.
I have pondered over this conundrum every since I decided to write my first book, because asking someone to spend their time reading what I have written is huge and I do not take such a thing lightly.
We live in a world where an hourly wage is measured by the work that is done and when we retire from work, the thing we remember is not the money we earned, but the time we spent doing it. “I worked for 35 years. I worked 40 for years.” Universal words for retired workers. The amount of money earned is trivial when compared to the time we invested.
Free time is never free, it is earned with time. Money can’t buy happiness, but time well spent can be rewarding.
In advance, thank you for spending your time to read this. If you want a refund for your time, sorry, the ATM (Automated Time Machine) is currently out-of-order. I broke it trying to get the hour back I used to write this post.
This Week be a Tricky Lavender Penguin or a Mellow Burgundy Eagle.
Spreading the Love to France, Poland, Chile, South Africa, Norway, New Zealand, Malta, and Mali.
Saturday, November 3, 2018
Politically Correct Fantasy Books.
Is that really a thing?
|Every year it does the same thing.|
I have a story in my head and a vision of what the characters will be like, and I write that story, and I write those characters. It makes me a happy writer. I understand there are certain things that might make a person’s head explode. I don’t intentionally write those things, but I don’t intentionally exclude them either.
Freedom: the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint.
Writing is my Freedom, and I write what swirls inside my head.
Independent: free from outside control; not depending on another's authority and not subject to control by others.
Placating writers walk on quicksand. I was once up to my neck in quicksand – it’s not a good place to be. The harder I tried to get out, the more it sucked me in. I was finally able to free myself when I decided to stop letting it control me.
Writing sensitivity modifications to appease is dangerous, and it will kill imagination if allowed to fester. A writer should always write the story inside them.
Fantasy novels are a place to get away from the real world for a short time and meet strange new people, experience strange new lands, and to use your imagination. You also get to be subjected to what is inside a writer’s head. (Terrifying, eh?)
If the book you are reading offends you, stop reading it. It’s just that simple.
Are you the type of person who enjoys a story from the heart? I suggest you read an indie authors book.
This Week be a Sneaky Purple Mouse or a Gentle Scarlet Owl.
Spreading the Love to Iceland, Italy, Poland, Mexico, Cuba, Ireland, Greenland, Spain, Germany, Tahiti, and Japan.