I have to be in the right mood to write. I don't understand authors who can just push out book after book. It's like they have a magic reservoir of words they get to just dip into whenever they want. I mean I am impressed with Nora Roberts and authors like Christine Feehan, but really how do they do it?
Today I am arguing with my spouse. When things in my world are off, writing becomes impossible. I do find that funny, however, when I am in this odd place. You see, when my better half is mad at me we don't talk. Because we are not speaking to each other, I have all the time I want to write. But because we are not getting along I cant put down a single word. When we are happy with each other then I spend my spare time chatting happily instead of writing. I should be completely shocked I have written two books at all.
The real problem I'm having today is the fact that I am supposed to be writing a sex scene. Not feeling it at all. Getting glared at all day doesn't start my engine. My house is downright frosty. Today would be a great day to have a couple of my characters kill someone. To bad they're all getting along.
My newest book I just started writing a few weeks ago. I have about 38,000 words done. I think it is just going to have to wait until I get make-up sex. Either that or I make Margo (My main female character) kill everyone and then just go on alone into the world.
That would be a crap romance novel.
, After I finished writing my first book, I thought fun. After my second and third, I thought... fun. By the fourth, I realized I wasn't improving. Not so fun.
It was about then that I decided I needed to do something if I was to ever get better. Shortly after that is when I met the trolls. The Troll River Publishing House is why I'm here. I know I could have kept my books under my bed and just went along as I was doing, but I knew by doing that I'd never improve.
I told a friend of mine that if they played the piano, and as they sat alone in their house, if they kept playing the wrong note they might eventually want to learn the right way to play. That is how I felt. It wasn't that I ever wanted to play in a grand concert hall, I just wanted to know the right notes. That is how writing goes for me. I just want to get better.
The women who have helped me learn are amazing. All of them are gifted writers and they all work very hard. I am very exciting to be sponging off of them.
That being said, the amount of information they toss my way is staggering. For all the Vets out there with a T.B.I. you might appreciate this term. The knowledge flow is like drinking from a fire hose. I can not gulp it all down. I can, however, endeavor to take sips, and I hope that when 1:05 a.m. comes out that you might all appreciate my efforts. Even if you hate the book, I'll be happy that I wrote it. That's enough.
That's a lie. You can all hate the book... but I want you all to but a copy! I want a patio for my back yard.
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