I attended my first writers conference today with some of my writer friends. It was a little discouraging to hear just how difficult it is to get published by one of the big houses in NY. I was reminded throughout the day publishing is a business. Creating a great story is just a small part of it. This is the point where the fun of writing becomes a lot like work. The other option is to enjoy your writing life on a small scale and maybe do a bit of self-publishing with Create Space & Amazon. Or just keep plugging away, polishing and submitting the finished pieces, working on new ones, networking, blogging and seriously considering querying an agent. I’ve heard that anyone under 50 is considered young in the fields of writing and playing the blues. And I can’t sing or play guitar so there you go.
I recently read a post that suggested for writers to use their summer vacation trips as inspirations for characters or stories. Cash flows being what they are, a summer trip is out. So I was thinking, why not use a trip anywhere out of town as fodder? But where to go? Being a native, I’ve been to a lot of places, at least within day trip distance. Okay, how about a quick jaunt somewhere close where I’d never been? I saw a bumper sticker that read “I heart Laveen”. I’d never been there, so I thought, why not? BFF & I headed out. We found out pretty quick that there isn’t much except farms in Laveen so the lady with the sticker must heart cotton or maybe she hearts lettuce. There’s a casino out that way too. We walked around for a bit and I’m sure there are a lot of good stories sitting and smoking away on those leather chairs but there were no decent restaurants inside the little place and we were parched and hungry. So we wound up at our favorite restaurant and then back home again. I guess – as a last resort minus the resort – I’ll have to find some stories in my neighborhood. I heart Glendale. =]
You know the only drawback to living in a house full of morbid remains and similar artwork and movie posters etc? Then you have to dust all that stuff. I’m sneezing right now ’cause I had the day off (sort of ) and decided to clean the movie room. Someday I might want to have friends over, after all and everything has (had) like an inch (not literally) of dust on it. I hear my G’ma’s voice again in my head about my housekeeping and I’m remembering that poem about Agatha Morley.
My writing collects dust, too. All of my printed pieces that have been critqued are in different baskets and boxes and on various surfaces. My “In Our Tribe” is collecting metaphorical dust ’cause I haven’t touched it in days. Maybe I should be doing that instead of arm wrestling dust bunnies and losing. =]
I started a new story the other day despite the fact that a fellow author warned me about working on too many things at once. Well, I’ve actually stopped working on my current project. That’s bad, huh? The more I looked at the story (In Our Tribe – working title), the more it seemed like the story wasn’t finished but needed an additional section (Part 3) and I didn’t have a great idea of how to wrap the story up.
So, anyway, I started something new. But this time I’m going to map out the story first. I’ve never done that before. And it’s a ghost story which to me, kinda begs to be more organic rather than outlined. But I don’t want to wind up in the middle of the story again and not know what the hay is gonna happen next. We’ll see what the scribblers think about it. ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^
- A huge thanks to my brainy friend, Dharma. She designed this entire website and I couldn’t be more thrilled! If anyone is thinking about getting a website together, contact me for Dharma’s info. As you can see, she’s very creative, and skilled at html, PHP, FTP and other computerly acronyms. There is no way I could have done anything this awesome on my own.
I was thinking about what I would say in my first official blogpost. I remembered when I was in eighth grade and about to head off to the graduation dance. The school had printed yearbooks and there was a section at the back for autographs. My grandma said, “Now don’t write anything silly because it will be around forever.” I thought this very wise advice and proceeded to sign my friends’ yearbooks as “Tina the Great”. I’ve been mildly embarrassed over the years when I think about that. So I imagine my blogging will be about the same. I’ll post something regretable and it will be there forever.
Tina the Great