The last two months I was seriously in need of help and support. The Insecure Writer’s Support Group made me feel welcome, calmed me down, and pointed me in a new direction.
It’s a blog hop on the first Wednesday of each month where writer-types can share their insecurities and/or encourage others.
I soooo need this.
This morning, I got hit by a series of ideas from my Muse and all I can say is:
THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
The intensity actually made me dizzy for a while. Too bad I had to break the moment and take my kid to Driver’s Ed.
No, I was NOT driving impaired.
One thing I regret about my ConCarolinas experience is not getting enough photos of the author panels.
What’s wrong with me?
Thank God my husband was paying attention and reminded me to get one with Faith Hunter. Honestly, I was so tongue-tied around her but my inner fangirl was screaming! Faith writes the Jane Yellowrock paranormal fantasy series and is a contributor to the group blog www.MagicWords.net .
Alright. Alright. On to the writing goodies…
Anne Lamott would be proud. She sang the benefits of writing a shitty first draft in her book Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life.
Well, I did it, Anne. Oh, yes, I did!
Conventional writerly wisdom says one should wait weeks or even (gasp!) months between finishing a first draft and starting revisions. But, dammit, I couldn’t wait that long.
Yes, Prrrrecious, I’m back….
For many people, exposure to life stories first begins in their own families.
Growing up, I had two very different exposures to this.
…before the carnage is unleashed. Muahahahaha!
Ok, now that I’ve got that out of my system.
I have a confession to make.
My writing has come to a screeching halt and I feel like I’m balanced on the edge of a chasm, windmilling my arms, trying not to fall into the abyss.
The good news is that I figured out why the writing has been so difficult for the last two weeks.
The bad news is the fix for it has cost me some time. And aggravation. And the dent in my forehead from hitting the desk. Well, ok, maybe that’s a weeee bit of an exaggeration.