I appreciate a good commercial. I do. As a former marketer I admire how GoldieBlox has so successfully tapped into the desire for parents of girls (and, I think for grown women) to see toy manufacturers create products other than dolls or princess crap.
But before everyone runs away with…
Tiffany Schmidt, on what makes for a good contemporary romance in YA fiction. She also offers up an excellent reading list of current and forthcoming contemporary novels with well-done romances for YA fiction fans. (via yahighway)
Love this. Also, Tiffany’s next YA contemp, Bright Before Sunrise, is wonderful!
My writing routine is delicate. Temperamental. You could even say, pansy-assed.
Ideally, when crawling my way through a first draft like I am now, I write for about two hours every weekday. Ideally, I work in the morning, between getting my daughters out the door to school and lunchtime, because that’s when I feel most creative. Ideally, I’m in my home office on my couch looking out at the woods. Ideally, I have tea and a cat nearby. Ideally, I’ve had eight hours of sleep.
Are you sensing a theme here? Ideally, life would always present me with ideal conditions to write. Stupid, silly life. It doesn’t.
If something comes up in the morning that I can’t avoid, such as a doctor’s appointment or urgent errand, I give up on the day’s work. Because what can I do? I lost my window! If I’ve had insomnia (as I often do) or am dealing with, say, a sinus headache…I skip writing, telling myself that the work would come out crappy anyway. If one of the kids are home sick from school, I blow off the words, because, well you know, my child needs me to be Mom today. Weekends? Pshaw. I don’t even bother with weekends. Too many plans and commitments, too much housework, too much too much too much.
The beginning of this month found me in a professional crisis. I had a draft of a new book due in January, and I was less than halfway done. To make things worse, I wasn’t 100% sure how the second part of the story was going to arc. I needed to just write my way through it, but it was hard for me to find momentum to do that with all my fits and starts. So in honor of NaNoWriMo, I decided to try something I’ve never done before: write every single day. No matter what. I would shoot for 1,200 words a day, but mostly I would shoot for words, period.
Apparently, the universe decided to see how serious I was about this, because in the past eleven days, I have forced myself to do my daily writing…
…while yawning because I forgot about the Daylight Savings time change that inspires my 5-year-old to be awake at Ridiculous O’Clock.
…in bed after being up half the night with a stomach bug, typing in between sips of Gatorade and bites of saltines.
…at the town library while my daughter was home sick from school with aforementioned stomach bug, cared for by my husband.
…in the afternoon because the morning involved a lot of puking (see above about child home sick from school).
…completely stressed out after getting some bad news about my husband’s big work project.
…at a cafe in Brooklyn with my friend the author Kim Purcell, on a laptop I borrowed from her husband, because we came to visit them for the weekend and I forgot my computer, and I was going to give up on trying to write until she said, “No. I feel shitty when I don’t write. Let’s go now for an hour before dinner while the husbands watch the kids.”
So obviously, most of the last eleven days were less than ideal. They were damn hard. Life got in the way, but I pushed it aside. I fought for my writing. And even on the days that I could only squeeze out an hour of work, maybe 700 words, those were 700 words more than I had the day before. Even if I end up cutting 90% of what I wrote on a single day, it’s that 10% — that 10% that is more than 0%, and could contain important notions or great lines or perfect moments that would not have come to me on a different day.
We were gone all yesterday doing Active Superfun Family Things. I planned to write for a little while after we got home. But it was later than expected, and I was physically and mentally exhausted. It wasn’t until I whimpered into bed that I realized I hadn’t done my daily writing. I would have been upset about it, if I hadn’t passed out three seconds later.
But something has already happened here. The October me would have woken up today and said, “I really do suck. Look: I tried to write every day for a month and I only made it a week and a half.”
However, the November me is acknowledging the missed day…and moving on. The November me has learned a few things about the importance of intention in writing, and how a heightened commitment can really make a difference not just on the page but in my enthusiasm about my work. I’ve also figured out that I have, like, actual power over most anti-writing circumstances. I just need to choose to wield it.
I’ve got 20 days left in the month and I will still aim to write on every single one of them. Unless, of course, I finish the draft a few days before November 30th…in which case, instead of writing there will be sangria, and you’re all invited.
Here’s a sneak peak of the cover of a new webcomic I’m doing. It’s Pride & Prejudice, but with cat ladies.
This was initially going to be a CvsH LongComic like Rapunzel, but as I was writing the draft, it had gotten a bit too long. So I decided to just make the story its own thing.
It will be an on-going series, and I’m hoping to get at least the first chapter out by some time in January.
When Lou Reed died on October 27th, he left behind a legacy as nuanced as one of his beloved songs. To pay tribute to the outsider who forever changed rock & roll, we are honoring Reed on the cover of our new issue (on newsstands Friday).
RIP Lou Reed. You helped me come of age musically and brought my soul from the “Wild Side” to “New York” and a lot of interesting places in between.