I've been doing more research and reading of blogs and writing tips than writing lately. Not that that is a bad thing. But I'm thinking I need to get back to writing something new and exciting. Something that keeps me up at night because I can't stop thinking about it. I even have some new ideas I'm excited about, thanks to completing PiBOIdMo. I'm just having a really hard time getting started on on anything.
My problem stems, in part, because I'm waiting to hear back from an agent on a story submission. A portion of my brain has a permanent loop running with the possible conversations I could have with this person and that loop is taking up a lot of the space I would normally use for story creation.
Of course, the research I've been doing tells me I'm supposed to submit, forget about it, and go back to writing. Which I would love to do, but, lets face it, I'm not wired that way. I can't forget about it. And then the agent followed me on Twitter. Good grief. What does THAT mean? Is this person checking out my platform? Will it pass muster? Should I change/edit/post/update my status/blog/FB/Twitter feed? Is my photo good enough, my profile witty, my name searchable?
Sigh. I am a writer who really wants to be a published author. Wants it badly enough that I am pushing my comfort zone by joining all these social media sites and participating in conferences and critiques and writing challenges. I'm going on writing retreats and learning to pay attention when the muse whispers in my ear. I'm learning the business of writing and publishing. I know I need these pieces to make it. But I miss writing.
So, as my gift to myself for Christmas, I'm going to try and block out the noise, and write something I love. Instead of starting the day with FB and Twitter and all the blogs, I will start it with an American chicken in France. A raindrop suspended in a cloud over Mt. Hood. A tractor worrying about the weather.
Because I need to remember why I'm doing this.
Because I need to do what I love.
Because that is what will ultimately get me to my dream: Published Author.
Peace,
Chris
My problem stems, in part, because I'm waiting to hear back from an agent on a story submission. A portion of my brain has a permanent loop running with the possible conversations I could have with this person and that loop is taking up a lot of the space I would normally use for story creation.
Of course, the research I've been doing tells me I'm supposed to submit, forget about it, and go back to writing. Which I would love to do, but, lets face it, I'm not wired that way. I can't forget about it. And then the agent followed me on Twitter. Good grief. What does THAT mean? Is this person checking out my platform? Will it pass muster? Should I change/edit/post/update my status/blog/FB/Twitter feed? Is my photo good enough, my profile witty, my name searchable?
Sigh. I am a writer who really wants to be a published author. Wants it badly enough that I am pushing my comfort zone by joining all these social media sites and participating in conferences and critiques and writing challenges. I'm going on writing retreats and learning to pay attention when the muse whispers in my ear. I'm learning the business of writing and publishing. I know I need these pieces to make it. But I miss writing.
So, as my gift to myself for Christmas, I'm going to try and block out the noise, and write something I love. Instead of starting the day with FB and Twitter and all the blogs, I will start it with an American chicken in France. A raindrop suspended in a cloud over Mt. Hood. A tractor worrying about the weather.
Because I need to remember why I'm doing this.
Because I need to do what I love.
Because that is what will ultimately get me to my dream: Published Author.
Peace,
Chris