Breakthroughs

Had a couple of breakthroughs over the weekend.

One is measurable: I’ve jumped the last hurdle with the 15 page synopsis I’ve been working on for five weeks. Does that sound like a long time to be working on 15 pages? Well, it’s not as straightforward as that. I’d already written a short synopsis for my agent Sara to send around with the sample pages. The ending had been sketched out for the regular 3-page synopsis, and I planned to fill in the blanks as I worked on the book. I knew the basic structure would stay the same, so it was a safe gamble.

Suddenly I had to fill in those blanks– blanks that I had not only neglected, but avoided like the plague. And to tell you the truth, I needed those blanks to be filled in to continue working on the book. Thank God for this exercise which forced me to finally make those decisions. I feel free.

The other breakthrough is immeasurable: I learned something about how I work as a writer. I want to be an utterly confident and steady producer, the kind of person who works best during Nanowrimo, but apparently that’s not how I work. My usual MO is to write until I come to a problem I can’t immediately figure out. I’ll keep figuring until I’m in a corner, there’s no answer. I’m done, I can’t do anymore, I suck. Finally, I’m so upset I throw it down and stop thinking about it. When I get back to it, I’m more relaxed and the answer just…comes to me.

This has been happening my whole writing career, but I never thought to work with it. Pretty dumb, huh? I guess I just work better in fits and starts. So this last problem I had, I allowed myself a lot of breathing room, and it worked. I knew what I wanted to happen in the ending, but I had never figured out the motivation. Yesterday this huge question of motivation was solved, with a tool I’d already written into the story.

Here’s an interesting post by Rachelle Gardner ( in which she says,

I work with a lot of first-time authors, because that’s part of what I love to do. But something I’m learning is that we may be doing you a disservice if we contract you when you’ve only written one book. Yes, writing that book was a huge accomplishment. And if your very first book garnered positive attention from editors and/or agents, that’s even more of an accomplishment. It’s terrific!

But it’s not enough. The hard truth is that it takes a lot more than one book to really know “how to be a writer.” So if you get contracted after that one book, over which you slaved for years, and then you’re under the gun to produce another book on a deadline, what’s going to happen? You are going to have a very, very difficult time.

When I read this several days ago, I tweeted the link immediately because it hit me so hard. I think that’s what’s been going on with me. I’ve been writing for a long time, but always on my own time. I didn’t know a person had to figure out “how to be a writer.” Although I don’t have a deadline, per se, people are ready to leap into action when this book is finished. The self-imposed pressure was surprisingly crippling. I’ve had people get very upset with me because of this. “You have an agent, you ingrate. If I had an agent, I’d be set.” Well, sorry to burst the pre-agent bubble, but having an agent isn’t rainbows and roses. It’s a business. It’s work. It doesn’t solve all your problems and, as in my case, can magnify some.

My expectations are about 50 times higher for myself than they are for you. I build boxes around myself and then stay there, so for me the key is to relax and allow other possibilities into my consciousness. There’s so much advice we hear all the time: to write every single day, no matter what; to write our way through rough patches in our stories; to set goals and stick with them. For someone like me, with a corncob up her butt already, this advice is to be avoided at all cost. I wish there were more advice to relax. Please pass this advice along.

So, yeah, I’m pretty excited now that I finally figured out how to be a writer in my own way. Have you figured it out yet? How has it opened up your writing?

That reset button is a sticky little sucker.

I’ve spent the past six months or so hitting the ol’ reset button. (Search on “reset” to find related posts.) It’s a sticky little sucker, and I have to hit it several times before it takes. This is my year of renewal, my year for re-evaluating my priorities, my year for growing a backbone and becoming my own woman.

I hope.

I’ve been trying new things, like editing, and letting go of things which don’t serve me, like an unhealthy preoccupation with what other people want of me (still working on this one, but it’s getting easier). I’m tired of fighting. There’s such an attitude of “go get what you want, no matter what! Don’t let anything get in your way! You can do it if you never give up!” in this world that I wondered why it wasn’t working for me. I’m a really tenacious person, taking those sentiments to heart. I’ve spent the first half of my life wondering why I couldn’t make things happen like Trump or Oprah. So I decided since taking the path of most resistance wasn’t working, I’d try to take the maligned path of least resistance.

Well now I forgot where I was going with this.

I think I was going to talk about my writing attitudes. Before, I always wrote to please someone else. I listened to other people’s advice, and as you know, there is a lot of it on the Internet, consumed and regurgitated over and over without thought. Tried to please everyone, you know? And half–no, most of the time I had to guess at what people wanted–readers, agent, potential editors, critters, family. Each of them seemed to want a different thing, and it was impossible to please everybody. Froze me up. Too much resistance.

Well, I’ve had almost two months of forced time off. When I first broke my finger, it didn’t seem real that I wouldn’t be able to truly write until it healed. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I was really angry at first, had major withdrawals, not only from the book itself but also from the idea of writing. God, that was hard.

Now I see I should have done this a long time ago, but I was too busy trying not to let anyone down, including my dream. I wish I hadn’t forced Fate to break my finger and my laptop in order to get me to reset this aspect of my life. But now I feel cleaner, like I might actually enjoy writing when I get the chance to start up again, and it makes my eyes well up to feel that love again.

Anyway, that’s my ramble. Have a good weekend.

P.S. Got tired of scrapers stealing my content, so I’m syndicating only an excerpt till I see if it helps. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Fully loaded

I went ahead and deleted the CSS file for this blog. Why put it off? The template is now the standard one, and though it looks basically the same, it has lost a bit of its oomph, don’t you think? Just ready to weed the garden to make way for whatever is coming. Get rid of distractions, one at a time. The challenge is not getting rid of the old, tired ones but keeping new, exciting ones from creeping in.

Ha, I just realized I missed my 3-year bloggiversary. Funny, but it seems like longer.

I’ve been thinking about the human tendency to expect things to stay the same. Especially people. When we meet someone, our brain creates a Base Model of the person for reference. Like say you meet a new woman who’s really nice. The Base Model is “Nice”. A few months later you accidentally cross her in some way, and she turns into a raging bitch. There’s a moment of bewilderment when the current model does not match up with the Base Model. Somehow it hurts worse to be yelled at by a person who had previously treated you kindly than by someone whom you always knew was a raging bitch. Just like it’s hard to accept kindness from a “raging bitch” Base Model.

I’ve noticed this with new people I meet. If I go through an introspective jag, the people who find me during that time seem to always connect with me on that level. If I’m writing about racy topics, I meet a whole ‘nother set of folks…who always connect with me on that level, and seem unable to change the Base Model Sherri. And the same goes for humorous times, and writerly times, and all other times. I do it, too. I’ve probably done it to you worse than you’ve done it to me. I like putting things in nice, neat boxes, and it bothers me when they don’t fit.

It might just be an unchangeable human trait, but I think it helps to be aware of it.

Thoughts from the Treadmill

Things I’m thinking about today:

  • American Idol. I love, love, love Kara dioGuardia (the new judge). A lot of my favorite contestants got kicked off last night– Rose, Osmond, Girl w/Pink Hair-and a bunch I didn’t like are gone as well-Bikini Girl is the only one I can remember right now. Good ones who stayed are Norman Gentle, Guy w/Cool Sideswept Black Hair. Bad ones who stayed: Tatiana “Obnoxious Girl”.
  • Busy life. I’ve become a lot busier lately. Been going to the doctor, getting car repairs done, picking up kids from school functions, writing more. I’m glad. I was bored.
  • Dumping people. In my last post I was talking about letting the toxic people go, either by chance or by design, but I realized this morning that calling them “toxic” was dismissive and not entirely true. The word implies that there was something wrong with each person, or that I hated them, or that they’d done some injury to me. Really, those weren’t the criteria for letting these people go. I had to assess my own reactions to each person’s involvement, ask myself, “Do I feel off-balance when interacting with this person? Do interactions with this person cause me to act in a way that is out of line with what I want? Am I getting as much as I’m giving? Have I been honest with myself in previous assessments of this relationship?” You see it really had nothing to do with the people themselves, but with my needs at the moment. I realize that sounds really selfish, but as a person who automatically neglects her own needs, even for complete strangers, you might forgive me. They aren’t bad people, and I miss them. FWIW, since I made the decision to assess my relationships with brutal honesty, I’ve felt more stable, more comfortable, more in touch with myself.
  • My doctor visit. Going in for a follow-up on the sinus thing. Got a better dose of thyroid hormone a few days ago, and I already feel better in that regard. I <3 thyroid hormone. You do too, you just don’t know it.
  • 5 Essential FireFox Plug-ins (oops, broke my rule about linking while walking.)

And that’s it. Sorry I rambled. These “Thoughts from the Treadmill” posts always make me nervous, because I never edit. What if I said something that will make someone scream at me? *cowers, trembles, hits publish*