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April 5, 2012

I haven’t written a word yet.

*Hanging head in shame*

I’ve said it. It’s rounding onto April 6th and I have yet to write a single word. I didn’t even check my “schedule” to make sure this month is ChickLit month. Even if it isn’t I’ll stick with that plan. It feels like a ChickLit kind of month. Perhaps it’s the turning seasons- Spring is in the air and with Spring comes flirty dresses and strappy shoes and all sorts of romantic deliciousness. So I can’t waste that ambiance. Sadly, though, that’s exactly what I’m doing.

I don’t know how people do it- write novels while living a regular, every day life. It really boggles my mind. Writing a novel is a part-time job at the very least and to complete one in a month is a fool’s errand. I’d gladly play the fool then but it has never paid the bills.

April 8, 2012

I feel like I’m writing  Captain’s log on a sinking ship. With the “Mayday” plea sent out, I’m now reduced to writing about the next few moments. Will I be saved or will I disappear? Will I swim or will I be eaten? I’m hoping I can still save myself because if I can’t rely on me, I’ll be in very sad shape. Before fulfilling every other expectation, you should master 3 things:  you are 1) your own shining knight 2) your personal comedian and 3) your best friend. If you succeed in all three then you’ll survive life and enjoy it. (FYI: Chances are you will also be someone else’s knight/comedian/best friend because they’ll see how awesome you are and will want some of that awesomeness too.)

I finally started writing the story on the 6th. It’s coming along slowly because as usual I start thinking about the detail I want to include so I freeze up. I am not Diana Gabaldon so there’s no need or expectation for me to write a 800+ page book. Maybe if my last name was O’Driscolova I’d feel more comfortable writing novels that could act as counterbalance for weighing newborns. So, I can’t keep comparing my work or my expectations to The Outlander Series or War and Peace. That’s not where I am at the moment.

When you write 50,000 words, it’s disconcerting to think that that 100+ page manuscript is really just a template for the finished product. I don’t know about you but I was always used to working with an outline that was maybe 2-3 pages and could get a solid 10-12 pages of finished produce out of each outline page! No wonder I feel like I’ve embarked on writing an entire set of Encyclopedia Britannica! I think I have to reconfigure my expectations and be a little more realistic.

It’s quite enjoyable to live with grand schemes floating around in my imagination but it’s hard to maintain the momentum to achieve those starry-eyed goals and even harder to achieve the quality of work that satisfies Pascal.

To give you an idea of what kind of critic Pascal is, the closest example I can find is Colin Mochrie on Who’s Line is it Anyway?

With a critic yelling at me that something is crap then telling me to try a whole new direction. I don’t know about other writers but Pascal can be a royal pain. Or am I teetering on the edge of insanity? I suppose any creative person has a touch of the crazies, otherwise how can they come up with the stories and ideas they do? I’d rather be the eccentric person than the boring, straight-laced, uncreative one. Life can always use a extra sparkle. It comes back to being your own comedian and best friend. Who else can you expect to amuse you at the drop of a hat? That, my friend, takes constant practice in order to do.

So, I’ll continue working on the story and perhaps today I’ll make some good headway. I’ve been thinking about it and I have a feeling I know the direction it’ll veer off into but who knows, Pascal my yell “CUT!”, tell me “I found your laptop in the backyard covered in CRAP” and I’ll be shunted off onto a new tangent. That’s the beauty of working on something for the first time. You have no idea where things are going or where the story will take you. I love this stage of the creative process.

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