Showing posts with label writing struggles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing struggles. Show all posts

Laundry to Brownies

I am in between books right now and have decided that although I ordered THREE more, I owe it to myself to postpone the dive into another memoir and focus on writing.  I am reading through "Writing Down the Bones" by Natalie Goldberg.  I am certain many of you have heard of or have already read this inspirational and helpful book on writing.  

I have had this book a while and am determined to begin working on writing more seriously.  Enough wasted time, enough wishful thinking about empty pens or forgetting my journal at home.  It is true; writing is a painful, laborious and gut wrenching process.  My husband cannot comprehend how after all this time, I have produced little more than a few short stories.  Amazing, I SAY!!

Goldberg covers one particular lesson I am determined to focus on over the next several months; Writing as Practice.  Write whatever is working through you.  Write in the margins, back of pages, what you see, the smells, a thought, a memory.  You never know, that thought or sight may turn into a whole chapter leading from the load of laundry you just folded, full of little baby boy clothes to the first time you made brownies with your grandma. 

I owe it to myself to stop being so hard on myself.  I am so particular about every line, word or thought, I don't actually relax and just write freely.  I find that when I actually tell myself, "Okay, lets work on the next chapter..." I never even get to it.  Again, too much pressure!

So, I will relax.  I will work on just writing.  I will not put restrictions on what I write and will not write myself into a corner. 

We owe it to ourselves. 

Anything to get me to brownies....

My Pen, My Friend and a Bit of Rambling on Writing

Feeling a bit punchy, chatty and aimless-

I actually have a quiet house.  I am alone.  The house is cooling off, dinner has been made and served.......I have one child at a play date, the other with dad at hockey.... I should be writing.  I am writing right?  I am writing right now.  Okay, so yea it's not "my book" I am working on (can I even say that with a straight face?).  Am I working "on a book?" I read somewhere once (when I wasn't writing) where you should never say you are "working on a book" if you are in fact just "thinking about working on a book".  


Ohhh, semantics.  Good news! I did start my prologue.  Yes, a prologue.  This book needs it and I just learned to spell prologue.  No, not an introduction.... I researched both.  I definitely need a prologue


Pretty Butterfly

I am just rambling here; whispering to a few friends (your little pictures are to the right), my dilemma or maybe just filling space to give you all something to read, a little escape from your day as you cruise through your blog list.  Maybe you found me via She Writes, or happened across this blog via another blog you were more interested in.  You were curious maybe.  Either way thank you.  Well my friend, I am having what is called a fight with my pen.  It is my friend most days, others not so much. 
If only those "most days" were "more often". 
I am done with " " for now.  My time is up. 


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I figured things out late in life, like what I wanted to do, getting married (age 30), having kids, (36 and 38) and changing degrees about 3 times. Now as a cop of 19 years and in my mid 40's, I am finally figuring out some things. My first career or dream of becoming a writer is playing more in my head and daily life than ever. I love it. Thus the blog. It is all mine. I also love being a mother. They are all ours. I love my husband and as a cop, wow.. have I seen some things. Street degree. I got it. Let us learn together. I also am on She Writes.