So everyone...EVERYONE in my family but me is sick. Like a chorus of throwing up all night long. Just so you understand, I have six kids. With me and my husband that is eight of us in the house. So that's a lot of ginger ale and crackers if you know what I mean. Because of this, I am finding myself running around like crazy trying to keep everyone in relative comfort. Not easy. Between the chills and the fever everyone either needs a blanket or is trying to kick it off. But I have found some time to write. Slowly and with great difficulty, but there are words making it onto the page and by some miracle...they are not disgusting me so much that I delete them. So that's progress. Sorta. I'm hoping that I don't get sick. As it is right now, I am the only one not affected and it kinda feels like I'm the last one standing in a survival movie. Will report back with progress on both book and whether or not I have succumbed to whatever is plaguing our house.
As I close in on what is the last book in my YA Steampunk Series, I lift my head out of the fog of writing furiously to look around. I see change. A definitive step in the direction I've been avoiding for some time...yet knew was inevitable. Through the years many have suggested this path, but I resisted. Content to just deal with the issues that constantly popped up in my current situation despite the frustration and feeling of helplessness. I had always hoped things would get better or that I would somehow be able to gain enough traction to change the situation. It has become clear to me now that what I hoped for is not going to happen. That's okay. I get it now. If I wasn't ready for such a big step in the past. I feel like I am now. So here is to change and adventure and taking scary steps. Until next time..Go Write! +Raquel Byrnes
NaNoWriMo or bust! That was my mantra all of October. I plotted...I outlined...I scribbled on my little note cards like a pro.
It started off so well. I was on fire. I was going to crush it. What really happened was I realized I was not as prepared as I thought. Actually, I was completely prepared to write a book that no longer went in the direction of what I was writing. Gaaah!
Though my story was going at good clip and #NaNoWriMo had totally jump started me out of my slump, I was quickly going off of my carefully constructed rails. Normally this is not a big deal. I can totally be a Pantser like the best of them.
The problem was that this was book three in a series...and it really needed not to suck. Like, seriously. Which led to an epiphany of sorts. I devised a solid plan for dealing with the situation...
I had to decided if I should soldier on and take the advice of my friends to keep writing and 'see what happens' or give in to my inner control freak and stop. I decided to stop. I know...I KNOW...that is totally against the spirit of #NaNoWriMo. You shelf your inner editor and just go with the flow, right? Well I am a rebel, I guess. I didn't write for a few days and worked on my synopsis. I wrote a fourth...yes a 4th draft of the synopsis for book three. And you know what? I am so happy that I did. I may not win my t-shirt, which thank goodness I procrastinated on ordering, but I will 'win' this book challenge. Now I am back at a steady pace. I am no longer having nightmares about reams of paper that need to be pared back and edited. My Type A twitches have ceased. Hallelujah! Anyway, that is an update on me. Hope you all found your way, whatever that is, during this crazy adventure called, National Novel Writing Month. Blessings and HAPPY THANKSGIVING! +Raquel Byrnes