Category Archives: Babble

Crash and Burn

So that excitement that I had the other day about my writing came to a crashing halt last night at 9:04 pm when I found myself on the couch mentally yelling how it was all crap. Can someone send the other feeling back please?


My Brain Is Tripping The Light Fantastic But In A Word Sort Of Way

Today I’m a freaking writing God. The genius coming out of my fingers and appearing on the screen is like mana from heaven. Ideas are attacking my brain. Seriously this morning while doing what I can only describe as an electric Charleston with my daughter another idea for a manuscript popped into my mind.

I reread the first few chapters and made some adjustments, but keep thinking this is a book I would read!

God I want this feeling to last past this cup of coffee because the other 364 days 23 hours and 30 minutes of the year I’m bashing my head against the table pleading for my brain to work. Maybe I should have my coffee tested. Chances are my husband snuck something into them after last nights “why am I even writing this I’m a failure breakdown.”

Keeping this short. My coffee is calling and so is my unfinished chapter. I like these days. Please tell me these days happen often. Or just lie to me. It’s okay. No really, lie.

Dead On The Floor

It’s naptime. The story that has been building up in me all day just made its way onto a word document. I. Am. Drained. It was only 640 words, but those words took a toll on me. When I read that Lisa See writes 1,000 words I was astonished. It seems so few for a person who makes a career from writing. What do I know? I’m a noob. Those 640 unpolished words that I have vomited onto the page have left me empty.

Right now I’m recharging. Don’t Stop Believin’ is slightly blaring (don’t want to wake the sick toddler), I’ve just brewed a fresh cup of coffee, chowing down on some bacon jam (never heard of it, what?!) and I’m burning some Nag Champa incense on my alter (Hey now, I’m Buddhist get your mind out of where ever it just went). Life is flowing back into my body. I’ve written articles before, but never had such an energy draining feeling. Please tell me this doesn’t always happen?

Hello World, Let’s Get Rid Of The Chewed Gum

The last few months of my life have been like one big purge. Old dreams have been dropped, ideas set a side, and the person I thought I was has vanished. The whole process was exhausting. It felt like I was ripping apart; desperately holding on to the idea of who I was and falling into a void of the unknown.

So what do I do? Start writing. It’s been a relief for me. Honestly, truly freeing.

I pulled out a manuscript I had been working on for a few years and quickly decided I needed something new and fresh to work on. Not that it wasn’t a fun idea to write, but I had work on it until it became like a piece of well chewed gum. You know, tough, flavorless, and a not so awesome. Luckily a new idea struck. Something fun, and exciting. Best of all I realized it is a Y.A. novel.

So now I’m not a professional writer, but in my daydreams I’m already at book signings so does that count 😉