Success!

So, I got some writing done last night. Not a lot, but a start. I think my big problem is I’m not sure where I want the story to go next, and I’m over thinking things. I realize I just need to get the thing down on paper and edit as necessary. That’s what I did last night.

Today should be a good day. Neil Gaiman’s latest book, The Graveyard Book, is published today. It should be the perfect read for an October night. I hope to pick it up at the local Barnes and Noble tonight.

Actually, this is a scheduled post. I’m writing it from the past. I’m currently at a retreat for work. We have business stuff, but hopefully an afternoon of fun stuff such as batting cages and golf driving range.

For fun, here’s some advice. Don’t stand up David Letterman. Ever. Just ask McCain.

Derailed by The Fugitive

As you may start to understand, this is becoming a full-blown “writer’s block”. I say “writer’s block” in quotes, because I don’t really think there is an external force keeping me from writing. I’m well aware the block is my own doing.

Last night, my writing attempt was thwarted by the movie The Fugitive. It’s simply one of my favorite movies of all time. My first problem was I was watching TV. My second problem was I was surfing around even though nothing was on that I wanted to watch. My third problem was that I found something I wanted to watch. Anyhow, The Fugitive is a good flick.

I have a week to complete a chapter in advance of my writing group next Monday. Actually, I have until Friday, as I’d like to give my writing group buddies a chance to read my chapter ahead of the meeting. Can I do it? Yes. Will I do it? I don’t know.

The blog seems to have devolved into woe is me territory. I promise I’ll stop that. It’s not as if I’m moping around all day. In fact, I’m looking forward to posting some positive stuff here. Just as soon as I can get this writing block off my head.

Writing Tonight

I’m writing tonight, Saturday night, no matter what. This is my pledge. I’m Struggling Writer and I approve this message.

Thanks everyone for the pep talk again. Five hundred words isn’t too much. You are right.

A little advice for the morning: don’t put your foot in front of a puck on purpose, no matter how close the game is. You’ll wind up with a bruised ankle. Trust me on this. I’m now a limpy writer.

Watched the debate last night. I won’t get too political here. Let me just say that McCain is starting to remind me of Jack Nicholson in A Few Good Men. If Obama pushes him much further I think he’s gonna have his “YOU CAN”T HANDLE THE TRUTH” moment and snap. Just sayin’.

Crap. I just saw Paul Newman died. Maybe I’ll watch Cool Hand Luke tonight.

No Writing Again

So, I failed again last night in my attempt to do any kind of meaningful writing. Instead, I watched a bit of the Office with my wife and then went to bed early. I have a feeling I’m not going to get much writing done before the American Presidential Election, which is November 4th. I’m just too distracted.

I don’t have any real writing deadlines. I have a couple “I’d like to” deadlines, though. I’d like to have a new chapter done in advance of my writing group meeting October 6th (I’m hosting it at my house). I’d also like to have a short story done by the end of October for a local writing contest.

The problem is if I don’t meet these deadlines nothing bad will happen. Nobody will be mad at me (except myself) and I won’t lose employment. I just won’t advance my story or be published in the contest. Sometimes, it’s hard to self motivate.

Anyhow, that’s were I’m at. Again, I hope to write tonight. Sadly, I wouldn’t bet on it, though.

In positive news, I only have one hockey game this weekend. And, it’s at 7:45 so I will be able to sleep in a bit. Also, Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book is published on Tuesday. I hope to be reading that by Wednesday.

Oh, and I bought my wife a dozen flowers last night, just because she deserves it. I’m shamelessly fishing for compliments here! 🙂

No Sleep Till February

Just a quick post here. My wife was unable to sleep most of the night due to a little tiny human her kicking her from the inside. Therefore, I stayed home a few hours and helped out. Mostly I did some dishes and tried to persuade my daughter to eat her food rather than play with it. And no, I didn’t get any writing done last night.

Now onto America. I’m sure those abroad are hearing AMERICA IS IN CHAOS!!! OMFG! About that. I totally went outside today in America and nothing was on fire. People were driving to work and mowing their lawns and walking their dogs. As far as I know, no one has spontaneously combusted.

Are things bad? I guess so. The thing is, for most of us, it has been a bit bad for a while now. It’s just now our government has decided to stop telling us “The Economy is fundamentally sound” and to start doing something. What are they doing? Well, they’re throwing 700 billion dollars at some companies. Yay for us!

In conclusion, everyone is tired and nothing is on fire. I consider that a win.

A Strategery

I’ve been in a little funk with my novel. I have made some progress, and even shipped my latest edits to my writing group. However, I’m not getting much writing done. My problem is not lack of motivation or lack of time. My problem is procrastination via the Internet.

Every night I wait for my daughter to fall asleep, so I can get my “writing time”. Sometimes she falls asleep at 8:30. Sometimes at 9:00. A few times at 9:30. Then it’s my time.

Things start innocently enough. I open up my document in Open Office. Then I open up a web browser. Check the gmail. Check the stats on the blog. Check the comments. Check everyone else’s blog. Check twitter.

Then I start with the politics. FiveThrityEight.com. Huffington Post. Daily Kos. The Young Turks. Maybe even CNN.

By the time I’m done with the browsing, it’s nearly 11:00. I peck out a couple lines of writing then go to sleep. This happens way more than it should.

So, I have a strategy I’m going to try tonight. I’ve printed out the page I want to work on. Tonight, I’m going to write the old way, pen and paper. Far away from the computer. I have great faith this will work. Of course, there’s the TV…

Don’t Give Up!

Yeah, I had a bit of a bad day yesterday. Things are better today, though. For one, it’s not Monday. Secondly, I don’t have any AM meetings scheduled. I still feel a bit tired, but I think that’s the default setting for a Dad.

I appreciate all the comments for my post yesterday. I do write because I enjoy it, and will continue to write, publishing contract or not. Also, as I said, I need to actually FINISH something and submit it before I can expect to get published. That’s all on me. As I say in the title of this blog, I’m a “Struggling Writer”.

Anyhow, as if in answer to my blah-ness yesterday Jaye Wells posted a link to a post by Paperback Writer titled 25 Reasons to Keep Writing. I so needed that. I particularly like these reasons:

“2. It’s the only time in your life when you really are Master of a Universe.
25. You were meant to be a star. Actually, you’re already a star. Well, all of the elements that make up your body came from the collision of atoms in a star. Except for the hydrogen and helium. Anyway, you’re part of a star. Writing is the other part.”

Then, I came across Justine Larbalestier’s post on asking the wrong questions about writing. The gist of the post is “Write the book first.”. “Writing comes first. Always.” Here a quote:

“So many beginner questions at writers conferences are more concerned with marketing than they are with writing. This is putting the cart so far in front of the horse it ain’t funny.”

This makes perfect sense, of course. Sometimes, even though you know something, though, it’s healthy to hear it again.

Halloween is fast approaching. I know this, not just because of my friends the trees, trading in their green coats for their beautiful multi-colored threads, but also because my cute little Halloween short story “Frank” is beginning to receive hits again. So, if you haven’t read any fiction written by yours truly, why not give “Frank” a read. I think you’ll like it. 🙂

There Must Be Some Kinda Way Outta Here


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There’s nothing like a Monday morning meeting filled with meetings to make me realize just how cool it would be to not have to do the whole 8 to 5 day job thing. Especially following an evening hockey game. I do need to finish a novel, get an agent, get a publisher, and become a famous writer. Not too much to ask, right? *sigh*

That’s how I’m feeling this morning. Cooped up and tired. I found the picture above on wikimedia commons because I wanted to post something beautiful, to lift my mood at least.

Also, it is becoming Autumn here. It is my favorite time of year. The leaves are changing colors and the temperatures are letting up a bit. I’m able to sleep with a cover on and spend some time outside without wilting away. On that front, life is good.

You know, when I first started writing here and posting fiction here, I thought maybe, just maybe, I would post something and it would be so good someone would just stop by and say, “Wow, you are so great. I wave my magic wand and I want you to write a novel for our publishing company.” Naive, huh?

What I know now is there are thousands of people who want to be published and who are talented. They are everywhere. It’s up to writers to put in the work, talented or not. No one just hands out publishing deals. You need to earn it. That’s the hard part.

Anyhow, that’s where I am. I’m tired. At least tomorrow is Tuesday.

Smooth as Sandpaper

Saturday morning I had an ice hockey game at 6:30 AM. This meant I had to wake up at 5:30 AM, stumble around the house gathering up my gear, and be out the door around 5:45 AM to make it to my game early enough to get dressed. A fun but difficult start to the weekend.

The game itself went well. My team wound up winning 6-5, and I even scored the game tying goal late to give us a chance to win. Bonus points to me for not only scoring the goal, but banking it off the goalie’s head.

Anyhow, I was feeling like big stuff after the game. I stopped at the usual convenience store and bought my usual post-game gallon of lemon iced tea. I bumped into a few friends in the store and when I got to the car, I was feeling pretty cool. Then I looked in the mirror.

It turns out the whole time I was in the store, I had blood on one nostril and on my upper lip. I guess my nose bled a bit during the game and I didn’t even know it. It was surely like this in the locker room after the game and when I was talking to my friends in the store. The poor cashier probably thought I was some crack head or something. Oh well.

Just another reminder that I’m not nearly as cool as I think I am.