Where do you find the time?

This is a call out to my fellow blog stars.

I bow down in awe to your commitment , enthusiasm and inspiration for such read worthy blogs and the regularity in which you post.

I’m a sinner in the blog world,  I have a sudden urge to blog then 3 months later pop back again to say hi… I struggle to find things to talk about to interest and delight a fickle audience where  better reading is just a click away.

So I call to all ye noble bloggers who are doing it right…

Where do you get your inspiration?

When is your best time to blog?

Where are you when you blog?

And do you do it through computer? Laptop? Phone?

It’s just something  I found myself wondering whilst scrolling through a multitdue of fantastic  blogs and writing and thought I could do it if I spent less time on Facebook and Candy Crush….!

Is discipline the key?

Letting it out…

“Come on, let your colours burst
Make ’em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe, awe, awe”

Katy Perrys song Firework came out at a time when I was restarting after being ditched by a cheating ex while he went on to munch on greener pastures… 

Rather than being a screwed up mess sitting in a dark room reading ‘The Bell Jar’ I decided to start living. I no longer had to worry about what I looked like, how I dressed, what I ate, what I said. I could be me again. I lost weight, I partied hard, worked hard and had a ball and whenever I would hear this song I would dance my little ass off and directed it at the people who were waiting for me to crumble in to self pity.

Now I am a self employed mobile Beauty Therapist with my very own little business, I have a novel being reviewed by a publisher and I have just had a message from an editor of a magazine who should be enjoying the sun rays in Mexico instead of texting a little old amateur in Wales, asking if I was still up for writing an article for them. 

Now this is not a look at me, how well I’m doing post its’s more a motivational post.

I have always been an avid reader and loved writing stories, the more imaginative the better. 

I will never forget the day I was in primary school, I’m guessing 10 or 11 years of age and I was asked to write a piece about a monastery. So I let my creative juices flow thinking this will set my piece of writing apart from the rest of the class, so rather than saying, There is a place called Clonmacnoise. It is old. It was built by the Vikings yadayadayada… I decided to tell it as a story so I started with ‘Once upon a time on a great big hill there was a monastery… now I don’t remember the rest because as I eagerly had started to read out my piece my teacher at snatched it from me, read it out in a sarky tone, got my whole class to laugh at me for my stupidity and I was told to re-write it all again… I was humiliated. Funnily enough the next year we had to retell the story of ‘The Hungry Caterpillar’ and I got top marks… same teacher!

Now all she probably remember me as the quivering little child who wouldn’t say boo to a goose and cried when she was shouted at for not being able to get her head around basic Math but I will always remember the teacher who tried to put me down and my dreams of becoming an author.

When I got to High school, I was set free, I was allowed to be as creative as I liked and English was my favourite subject, so much so I thought of Journalism as a career but as a person who likes to be liked I opted out.

Then as it does young love intervened and partying, late nights and lazy days overcame me. I still read but lost my imaginative streak and the guy I was with always poked fun at my attempt at humour and constantly reminded me I wasn’t funny and had no common sense. I was book smart and could only regurgitate what I had learnt or been shown…

Seven years later I was a free independent woman and did I enjoy it. I made the concious decision to let others words and thoughts effect me and anyone who tried was immediately was cut from my life never to return and their absence is only marked by the success I have achieved from it.

 

So the point… I do have one I promise… is look back to your dreams as a child? Have you accomplished them? They may have seemed impossible to the adults around you but why should they be? The innocence of a child saying ‘I want to be a princess when I’m older’. Well why not? You want to be a princess, be a princess, wear a tiara, wear a pretty frock, who’s going to stop you? As long as you don’t try to jump the wall of Windsor Castle no one can touch you or your dreams!!

 

Shrug off the criticisms, constant let downs and focus on you and your wants, you don’t have a right over anyone’s just as much as they don’t over yours!!

 

P.S As a child, I wanted to be an author and a hairdresser… I nearly made it 🙂  

Laptop block…

Well hello my keen followers 🙂

 

No I haven’t fallen off the planet… or set off with all good intentions of becoming an author and then dropping it like a hot rock the minute I see something shiny… 🙂

I have been looking at my laptop for the past few weeks with pure resentment and loathing… I have all this words in my head, a complete book just begging to be finished, my characters are frozen in time wanting to move ahead, get on with where they need to be but I just can’t seem to motivate myself to sit down and type.

 

I have a full interest in the writing, I want to get it done, I love the story just I have discovered I have laptop block….

 

What?

 

Yes Laptop block…

The thought of sitting aimlessly at my laptop typing typing typing was what was preventing me from doing it. Reformatting… realizing my computer thinks it’d be funny while I’m in full flow typing not looking at the screen… (I’m not a good typist I need to look at what my fingers are doing which might be half the problem)… it decides to jump five or six paragraphs in to the middle of a sentence and carry on there so I look at all I’ve just typed and it’s not where it should be… 

 

Then we have the dreaded caps lock button… I’m doing my capitals and punctuation as I’m typing… I have to I’m anal like that…. but then i look at my screen and have done two to three sentences in capitals…. when are they going to make it so you can just highlight and make letters lower case so you don’t have to retype THE whole sentence.

I also have a habit of rereading over what I’ve written and keep editing where as I need to just get it written and then that sense of accomplishment will further motivate me to edit and finalize it ready to send off to publishers and look into self publishing while I wait eagerly for a reply…. can I do that?

So I have found a solution to my Laptop block… I will physically write it…

 

Yes I’m putting pen to paper just as shakespeare did…

 

I can then transfer my writing to the laptop, watching tv, listening to music, etc… all the concentration will be put in already the story will be written.

Also I don’t have the distraction on an A4 pad of oohh.. what’s going on on Facebook or lets look on Google for a bit of research and then get distracted and realize an hour later I’m supposed to be writing…

 

Will it work? Watch this space….. 😦

 

 

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Do Not Disturb

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So I have got in touch with all friends and family today.Thanked everyone I had to for a highly enjoyable evening last night, and informed them all and my Facebook friends that I am spending today writing.

The phones being ignored kind of… I have soft music playing and am in the zone.

I am re-editing chapters and printing them as I go along so I can refresh my memory on what I’ve written, see how character traits have been developing so far as I have them in my head, I know who they are what their feeling and am writing as if everyone else does too so a bit of revision is needed before finishing the last few chapters.

I am also doing this with a mild hangover… It does lessen your concentration ever so slightly. Yesterday it took me thirty minutes to edit a chapter, today its taken me an hour and a half. So despite all my Do Not Disturb warnings, my effort to make sure I get some work done, I failed to think of the consequences 7 or 8 glasses of wine last night may have had on me… I actually don’t know how many glasses I consumed but I did have a sore head and carpet mouth this morning… nice.

I am now moving on to the next chapter after I have found some decent motivating music, had some fruit to boost my sugar levels and will try and gather my first wind, it hasn’t come yet so there’s no need to be asking for the second wind to kick me up the bum and get me working.

 

Moral of the story… don’t plan a writing day after a boozy session with the in-laws.

It’s not productive but I shall persevere and conquer the hangover and hopefully spin out some good editing by the end of the day