Holy smokes

Tonight, I decided to start Newy, to just see how I like it. 2,500 words later, I am burning to keep on writing, but it’s 1 am, and I seriously have to sleep.

Man. I am totally wired right now. I don’t want to stop.

This is exciting.


Super Big Gulp

No, I am not ordering a large Dr Pepper from 7-11. (I wish) That is the sound I am making, due to the fact that, today, I started to write my synopsis for Tristan.

I figured I needed a little break from editing, and my hope was that writing the synopsis would help me feel better about Tristan. Well, so far so good. It’s really not so bad. The only problem I am running into is keeping it short. As of yet, I am just writing it out in as succinct a way possible, but I am not watching the page count. Well, let’s just say I have covered 150 pages of story in 2 pages of synopsis. So, at this rate, I could have to trim down an eight page synopsis to a three page one. Insert the super big gulp here.

Oh well, it’s all kind of fun, in a masochistic kind of way.

P.S. Doesn’t that picture just make your mouth water?



So, have any of you seen the movie Click? It is pretty lame, but the concept was way sweet. Basically, the guy gets a remote control for his life. I have often found myself wishing for such a thing. Mainly the pause button. Think of how great it would be to be able to pause life! Dude, that would be so nice.

I guess I have been thinking alot about that lately, because I just want to freakin’ finish Tristan. I love him, but I mean COME. ON. It is taking so long. I know that this is largely because I have some big sections that I am totally rewriting. But, still. I long to be done.

If I could just pause life, then I would finally have some time to write for crying out loud. See, it takes me a while to get in “the zone.” Lame, I know, but I often find that I am just starting to get going, when it is time to go to bed. Like tonight . . . of course, I had to vent on my blog before I went to sleep, but my writing time is up nonetheless.


Judy strikes again!

Last night, all of the stars aligned. My kids were both in bed by 8:15. Ben and I had a little quality time just after dinner, and now he wanted to go work on the remodeling our bathroom, and I had already done most of the Net stuff that I wanted to do. So, I was faced with almost four hours to write. Huzzah!

Well, I did. I made a lot of progress on edits. But, then, this morning, Judy attacked.

It was partially inspired by the recent post on Nathan’s blog. Reading it, I started to question whether my plot was strong enough. Then, with that little opening, Judy squeezed in and began to list off the same old doubts. All day, my mind has been lost in a storm of uncertainty.

*siiiiiiiiigh* I’m neurotic. I know. I just wish that I could feel 100 percent excited about Tristan 100 percent of the time.

And all the while, Newy is chomping at the bit . . .


My workspace

Here is where I build my novel, one word at a time


And Ben . . .


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Sorry, I seriously had to delete that post. Thanks for the input, but after seeing them again today, I’ll probably scrap them all. I didn’t hate them that much, but they just didn’t show any personality. (Taking the pictures by the flowers was Ben’s idea. I’m not that glamorous.)

*relaxed sigh* I feel better now. Now, here is a picture that I find much more enjoyable to look at. :)


Great Expectations

One Sunday, Father’s Day, I was assigned to speak at my church. It’s not the first time, but it was certainly the most scary.

I felt this enormous amount of pressure to be brilliant. Three reasons why:

1, It’s Father’s Day and you have to have an epic meeting on Father’s Day, right?
2, I had this feeling that everyone expected brilliance because, “well, she is a writer.”
3, I expected to be able to at least write a good 15 minute talk because, “well, I am a writer.”

Well, after hours of stressing, everything went fine. My talk certainly wasn’t epic or brilliant, but I at least spoke coherently. And I didn’t trip on my way up. Anyway, now its over, and I won’t have to speak for a nice, long time.


Writer’s Intuition

I figure that if Kiersten can keep up with her blog when she is in Mexico, I should probably throw up a post. I thought I’d give a brief update about my dilemma of Jody vs. Judy.

I pondered recently on the nature of the elusive writer’s intuition. Lots of authors talk about it. Apparently, following it is the only way to write your best. So, as Judy and Jody have battled it out in my head, I wondered which one was my true voice. I think I’ve discovered that it is neither.

My answer was standing right in front of my all along. When I sit down to the computer, I open up Tristan. I don’t find myself starting to work on Newy. In fact, I tried once and couldn’t write a word. It didn’t feel right. It’s just not the Newy’s time yet. My impulse is to work on Tristan.

So, THAT’S my writer’s intuition. It’s not a voice in my head. It is my actions, what I do. I don’t know if this will means that Tristan will be any more marketable, in fact, probably not. But, I know that I am writing what I am supposed to be writing. And that’s enough for me.