To write, perchance to dream…
Hello dear readers! It’s almost Valentines Day, can you believe that? I think this year is tripping along so quickly. Of course being out of work might be increasing that feeling, because if I were working I might feel the passage of days more accutely. Right now things blur into a mix of job searching, housework, cooking, housework, writing, job searching, painting, job searching, writing, housework, reading, housework, sleeping on couch, writing, housework, watching tv, job searching, etc. I think you get the idea.
In cases you couldn’t tell I’m also writing now. I’ve always wanted to be a writer; since I was seven years old. I distinctly remember telling my parents that I wanted to be a writer and they bought me the most awesome typewriter for christmas that year. I wish I still had that typewriter. I remember using it up through college, mostly for writing poetry, as I had a personal computer by middle school and it wasn’t practical to write essays on it a typewriter, but it was a grand thing, that typewriter.
I rembember the first book I ever wrote was called “The Secret Doors” and I was in 2nd grade. My teacher thought it was so impressive she entered it into a contest and I came in second place. That was what got me hooked on writing, I think. When I child, my mom described me as someone who could invent a world and amuse herself for hours with nothing more than a peice of string and a paper clip. Now this might sound like an insult, but its not. What she means is that I have a vivid imagination and I’m able to use my mind to come up with whole worlds out of the ether of my imagination. My second novel I wrote when I was 16 and it was a total ripoff of “The Watchers” by Dean Koontz and “Jurassic Park” byMichael Crichton. I loved them both and they completely influenced my writing at that age.
Of course, life took over and I needed to make money. Writers do not not make money right away…if ever. In fact I’m pretty sure the success rate is very low and even if you actually complete your masterpeice, there is absolutly no guarentee that it will sell. I could write the next Harry Potter and no one may ever buy it. I started working full time at twenty and didn’t even get my college degree until years later when I was able to get it at night while working a boring office job during the daytime. The degree made it capable for me to get a better boring office job but it was a lot more stress and when I got home from work I was too exhausted to even think about getting on computer and being creative. Thus my life went on for over a decade. Although I did manage to write a screenplay during that time.
But now I’m currently out of work. Sure, yes, I’m actively seeking out employment (I do have bills to pay!) but while I’ve got this time off, I’m using it to sit down and write one of the novels thats been tossing around in my head for years. And in case you’re wondering, I’m writing a Historical Romance novel. And no, I’m not embarassed or ashamed at that. I know that a lot of people want to write the next “Catcher in the Rye” or “Of Mice and Men” or something terribly literary like that but not me. Some of my favorite books are by the authors Julia Quinn, Karen Marie Moning and Elizabeth Hoyt. I also love Jim Butcher, Laruel K. Hamilton and JK Rowling.
Anyways, I’m at about 12,000 words so far for the novel, so around 1/4 to 1/5 of the way through the novel. Things are going good. I’ve been keeping to my plan to write at least 10 pages a day. Sometimes more. Ideas flowing like wine. Hopefully it isn’t complete drivel. Terry read the first paragraph and he wrinkled his nose and stated, “its a romance novel.” I smacked him. I told him that it was supposed to be one. And he suggested I toss in some ninjas or transforming robots. Ugh. Men!
Anyways, thats what I’ve been up to. Sorry no photos in this post. Also if you are feeling charitable, you’re welcome to go to my Etsy shop and buy something. As I’ve said, I’ve got bills to pay! Support your local artists! 🙂