If We Weren’t All Crazy

We would all go insane.  Yes, that’s from a Jimmy Buffett song.  I’m not ashamed to say I listen to him.  I grew up in Mobile, AL.  Of course I listened to him.  By the time I was eight, I knew all the words to Why Don’t We Get Drunk.  If you never listened to it, just know that the next line is and screw.  Ha!

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Believe it or not, this post isn’t about Jimmy Buffett, or questionable songs sung by children.  It’s about how I feel a slight bit crazy.  Why?  Well, because I think about made up people and worlds.  A LOT.

It consumes my day.  I do manage to get actual work done while I’m at work, but if I happen to be walking to another building, or have five minutes before my next meeting, I find myself thinking about a story.  Or continuing a story.  It just creeps in.  A character, a line.  Hell, entire scenes cross my mind while I’m at the copy machine.


Does anyone else feel this way?  Do you also think about the stories you hope to write down?  Sometimes I’ll jot down a few sentences, or paragraphs.  That usually happens at lunch.  I’ll shove a sandwich in my mouth and type as fast as I can.  It usually ends up with a page full of spelling errors and a keyboard full of bread crumbs, and possibly peanut butter on the keys.

I’ll let the pages pile up before I ever start to take them seriously.  Why?  Because the scenes that I write on the whim usually are altered as the week goes on.  I’ll tweak what happens, or where.  Or think of a better line for my heroine.  I know you are supposed to wait to edit, but sometimes you just can’t.  Just like sometimes, when you least expect, a story crawls into your head, turning the wheels and forcing you to recognize these imaginary people.

Let me know if you do the same thing, or I am truly crazy.  Until next time

XOXO

Missy Q

 

 

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The Lonely Writer

I watched Passengers the other night. Let me start by saying I love Jennifer Lawrence.  And I really love Chris Pratt.  I loved him in Parks and Rec, Guardians of the Galaxy, Delivery Man.  I will pretty much watch whatever he’s in. 


(I’m swooning. Do people do that? Swoon?)
Back to the movie.  The plot is about 2 people who are all alone on a ship traveling through space.  If you haven’t seen the movie yet, you may want to stop reading.  

SPOILER ALERT

Chris Pratt is a mechanic who wakes up 90 years too soon.  For a year, he wanders around the ship.  He tries, unsuccessfully, to get back in his sleeping pod, to get to the pods where the crew are, and basically keep a sane head while being alone.  

It doesn’t last.  Jennifer Lawrences character wakes up.  As luck would have it, she’s gorgeous, funny, and smart.  Oh, and she’s a writer.  Well, well, well.

So why am I bringing up a movie about space? (Is it a Sci-if Romance?).  Well, because it actually goes hand in hand with writing.  

Writing is a lonely hobby.  Yes, we can join groups, tweet about writing sprints, and share our chapters with friends, followers, and fans.  But the actual part of writing is lonely.  It’s just you and a computer, or notebook if you prefer. 


(I’m sure Hemingway never sang All by Myself, even if he was)

I am usually in sweatpants, headphones on and whatever playlist I need blaring.  And then I write.  And write.  And write.  There is no real interaction with anyone, unless you count the characters that are living a wild life in my head.  They are having the time of their lives.  Me?  I’m just trying to get a sentence down without deleting it for the twentieth time.  

I kind of see where Chris’s character Jim was at.  Lonely.  No one to talk to.  It’s enough to drive you crazy, although I don’t think it’s as bad as Jims life.  I can always take my headphones off and yell at my husband. 

Do you feel lonely when you write?  Do you feel like you maybe on this journey by yourself for the most part?  Or are you living some super Writer life filled with exoctic locations and wild friends?  

Until next time

XOXO

Missy Q

Me vs The Blog

Yes, blog.  Not blob.  No, I am not battling some 1950s monster.  Not in this heat anyway.  It’s 96 outside right now, but feel like 105.  Actually, it feels worse than that.  The bright side is I got to sit in my office at work today, where it stayed at 80.  I’m pretty sure I stink, and the cute eyeliner I had on this morning now looks like I went a round with Rocky.

(I was in the drive-thru line because I wasn’t cooking in this heat!)

Back to the blog.  I’m still trying to figure this thing out.  Not the writing part, that will come naturally, I hope.  No, I’m talking about the actual publishing, promoting, setting up part of the blog.  The part no one really looks at.  I wanted to keep a schedule of sorts for my posts.  3 days a week seemed sufficient.  However, every time I schedule for a post to go up, it never does.  And I can’t check on it during the day.

I may have gotten that part figured out today, but I know it will be something new tomorrow, or the day after.  I have to play with it, screw some things up, delete everything and then cry to figure this thing out.  So, just keep popping by if you don’t mind.  And if you show up one day and the post is just a picture of me crying, well then you know the blog won.


Until next time

XOXO

Missy Q

Word Goals

Writers live on word counts.  Ok, I do.  The first draft I wrote for Broken Crown was right around 30,000 words.  I knew that wasn’t good enough for a book.  It had to be longer.  Meatier.  It needed more.  A lot more.

 

It took a lot of time to write that book, and I was constantly worried about my word count.  So now, I’ve decided to have a word goal everyday.  I strive to write 1000 words everyday.  On one of my two stories.  Some days, I don’t make it.  Life gets in the way.  Like dinner.  And laundry.  Apparently my husband wants to eat food and thinks I should have clean socks.  (To be fair, my husband works a 40 hour job and runs his own business as well.  And still helps around the house.  He isn’t a slacker, so don’t get your pitchforks!)

But, everyday I try.  I figure if I can stick to my 1,000 word goal everyday, I’ll be done with a first draft after 2 months.  2 months!  That seems totally doable.  And way less time than my first one.  That one took 18 months.  Mainly because I kept stopping and thinking I was crazy for thinking I could be a writer.

So, if you get overwhelmed about the thought of having to write an entire book, or rewrite an entire book, break it down.  1,000 words.  Or 500 words.  Take it a day at a time.  Take a deep breath.  And remember, you and your family still need to eat.  And have clean socks.  The world won’t end because you didn’t get to your laptop.  Until next time!

Missy Q