Finished a chapter – “First Summer”

One of the decisions I made in my two months of waiting for data to be recovered was to slightly change up how I write each day.

First, my goal remains the same – to write each and every day

But where I found myself tripping up is that I would sit down to write on the fiction projects and find myself distracted by the blog posts. I would then rationalize to myself, “Well, I HAVE to do the blog posts, people are depending on me!” So I would do them first, and then it would be late and no time left to write on the fiction projects.

Excellent delaying/procrastination tactic, don’t you think?

In any case, I decided that I would make a rule. I must write on a fiction project, which obviously is War’s End Book 2 now that I have my files back, FIRST, before writing on the blog posts. It’s a delayed gratification. People read my blogs right away, they don’t necessarily see a book until weeks or months down the road. So its harder to write the fiction, there’s no one there clapping me on the back and telling me I’ve done a good job.

Well, except for me…and maybe Dave…[sigh]

Yesterday I had a horrid headache, there was also Storytime at the Library and a cleaning. So I got zero writing done. The problem with this? Well, I was supposed to have two blog posts written for Wednesday – one for TDN and one for HA, but I had nothing done. NOTHING at all!

Last night I also had to teach a class. By the time I returned from that, interacted with the family and had a bite to eat it was friggin’ 11pm at night. Little ‘ole me, who is usually peacefully snoozing by 9pm, was up way past my bedtime.

All night I tossed and turned, knowing I needed to get the blog posts done, but also quite clear that the fiction came first.

So I just finished writing the chapter “First Summer” in WE2. I’m up to 45,519 words now. So I just spent half an hour or so writing about 500 words. Not bad, and I learned an interesting twist to the story.

It is always interesting to see where a story leads you. Who knew that Jess was a writer? And best yet, the type of writer she is. But the details on that will wait…who says I can’t keep a reader in suspense?!

It is now 7:15. I’m going to grab some coffee, let the puppy out of her box, and then get to work on the two blogs.

I’m feeling damn good about myself!

Update @ 1:45: Up to 46,546 total words on Book 2. I’m making progress but I think I’m done for the day. I made another decision, one that I may change my mind on later, but, who knows? Basically, when I would get to a point where I felt ‘stuck’ I’d attach a little note on what I thought should happen in the chapter and then go on to the next one. “Young Love” was one such chapter that I did this with. After I finished “First Summer” I began paging through the manuscript and found myself at “Young Love” – I started to go past it and find something else ‘easier’ to write. But then I turned back and dove in. It is strange where the story leads you. It’s also oddly satisfying. I had to do just a touch of the obligatory review one does in sequels. It had been on my mind for a while, and something I was doing my best to talk myself out of, until I realized it would add to the depth of the characters, add to the backstory, if I simply did a little review and then moved forward in the chapter. It really worked.

So I’ve written well over 1,500 words today. Yippee! That’s satisfactory progress, indeed. And I’m plunging forward with the difficult to write (read that “I don’t know what happens, so I try to avoid it”) sections. Go me!

My Heroines

Status Update:19,506 words in Book 1 (Mainly I edited yesterday)

Not to be confused with heroin, which is a drug and not something I would ever dabble with.

I have found in my writing that I have two ‘tells’ in how I construct a heroine…

First, she is strong. She may not appear this way at first. In many cases, she may even be a victim, but she evolves. Perhaps this is to be expected, but that is not why she is this way. It is because that is the way I view myself. I spent many years being the victim or being victimized – hell even working for someone else was a type of self-victimization. But divorcing those two husbands, surviving what I have survived, and eventually quitting the jobs I hated all taught me a great deal about the strength inside of me. My heroines (and so far they are very rarely heroes) are women with the potential for great things.

Secondly, and this will sound silly, is physical appearance. My heroine’s hair will vary in color, but her eyes will always be blue. Who knows, that might change now that Emily’s is this amazing hazel blend of my blue and her father’s brown. They are truly beautiful. I of course have blue eyes, but I have had every shade of hair color there is and it has actually been my natural color.

How is this possible, you may ask? Well, it goes something like this. My mother swears I was born with jet black hair. Which fell out practically overnight when I was approximately six weeks. This event panicked her, since I was her first and only child. When it grew back, it was a strawberry blond (aka red) and gradually it lightened to a golden blond. I stayed a blond through high school and into my mid-twenties. However, by age 26 or so, my hair began to darken. My grandmother actually accused me of dyeing it, which I most definitely had not. By my mid-30′s it was a solid ash brown, not a blond lock left. And now, at 40, I have a liberal dose of gray/white hairs running through it.

Except when I get mistaken for my youngest child’s grandmother (friggin’ idiots) I have been quite happy to leave it untouched. About once a year I get all stressed out and color it a medium brown.

So there you go, two aspects about my heroines that are pretty much reliable.

And now, to work, to work!