In keeping with the cleaning of my mental cobwebs, I have also cleaned and reorganized my writing space. This is a very important step for a reemerging author. You need a space that sparks your imagination. One that keeps you focused, but that feels like a safe space to put your most sensitive work on paper.
I know that most writers, like me, believe that a cluttered space is a sure sign of a writers mind at work, but even I can’t focus on writing while thinking about the last time I vacuumed my office! I have now surrounded myself with things that I love, including my new X Files Pop Vinyl collection, and I’m ready to grow some creative clutter!
A lot has changed in my life in the past few years and, unfortunately, I fell off the writing wagon again. With multiple unfinished manuscripts and commitments, I needed to go out in to the world and earn a living that would sustain a freshly single mother with a mortgage and plethora of two income bills!
I can finally say that I have comfortably reestablished myself and can now commit to writing again! Just typing those words feels like freedom!
As the days turn to weeks I hope to have completed the third book in my paranormal series and continued work on a young adult piece that I am creating for my nephew. Both are long overdue.
Stop by and see my progress! I’ve missed you!
I usually hate my love of writing when the bills are coming due. The mortgage company doesn’t want to hear that book sales are down and job prospects are low. The same is true for the mechanic when the car breaks down and the kids when they want a new gadget or trip to the mall.
I hate that I love writing when I remember what it was like to have regular bi-weekly pay checks and the ability to budget and plan because I always knew how much money was coming in even though my work did nothing to fulfill me or make me feel whole.
I used to hate it when, after a long day of work, I settled in to my bed and couldn’t sleep a wink because some imaginary character was prodding me like an insistent child, demanding that I go jot down his story.
I hate the uncomfortable feeling I get when I run in to former colleagues who ask, “What are you doing now?” and look at me with credulity when I say, “I am a writer, now.”
Finally, I hate that the modern writer needs to be a supreme marketer in order to survive. Writers are generally introverts by nature and the fact that they must become overt sales people is psychological trauma.
Thank goodness for the all the times that I love my love of writing. Like when someone reads my work and tells me, exuberantly, how much they related to the characters, or how my advice on a subject helped them out or made their life easier for a day. If it weren’t for those times, I would go back to pretending to be someone else.