A Way In Versus A Way Out

Day two of campnano

I’ve plunged back into a YA story for a complete rewrite. There’s distance between the world on the page and myself. So much distance that I’ve no trouble cutting and slicing through it. Unfortunately it didn’t take long for the HOORAY FOR REWRITING-Bubble to burst. Rewriting this story is going to be hard work, it’s going to take more than 30 hours to fix/recreate it into something else. And by something else I mean a far better story. But I’m going to take it one hour at the time and remind myself that small steps can lead to great change.

When driving to work today I realized I’ve changed too. When I was a kid, I wrote to escape. Not only from my not so easy childhood into my imagination, but I also already felt that WRITER could be a job and if it would make me famous and rich I could get away form my circumstances.

As a teenager I wrote partly for the same reasons, but also to handle all the things I was feeling and thinking. But honestly I still had dreams of MAKING it BIG. When I was a famous and rich writer everything would be better.

Now I know it doesn’t work like that.  I no longer write for a way out. My life is exactly where it needs to be at this point in time, and that’s okay. I write because it’s fun and it’s as close to magic as I can get. I can magically turn old and new feelings into a world on a page.

Of course I would like to be published and reward myself with a Henry.

Of course I sometimes worry if it’s a waste of time.

Of course I worry if my writing is any good.

But I also don’t care.

I write because it’s a way inside.

 

 

 

 

 

Writing Excuses or: Dreams about Henry

Every writer procrastinates, I think (and if you don’t, do NOT tell me). My favorite pass time is PROCRASTACLEARING, cleaning already clean objects is what I do, or I move things around. I also vacuum way too often.

That’s the reason why I’m going to buy myself a Henry when I ever get an agent/ sell a book/ get published. It’s my ultimate writer goal, if I earn enough money for a Henry I’ll consider myself a successful published writer.

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I daydream about Henry tagging along the room, me vacuuming and thinking about plotpoints, he smiling all the way.

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Look at him.

But dreaming about Henry is not the reason I came to my blog today. Lately I’ve been thinking about what I should write on my blog. I enjoy reading writing tips/ tips on craft so I thought maybe I should try some of those. AND THEN IT HAPPENED (see how I’ve inserted that important plotpoint in this post hahaha)

I was notwriting on my story and listening to a podcast while vacuuming. The Podcast?

Writing Excuses.

!!!!!!!!!

Why?

Why didn’t I know this exists, it is so good! ANd now I don’t want to write on craft anymore, I just want to hear them talk and do the homework.

The tagline: fifteen minutes long. Because you’re in a hurry and we’re not that smart.

They Lie. They are smart. Go listen.