Sometimes every word I write sounds like complete and total crap. I don't even like that first sentence right now. Not one word of it. It disgusts me. Such is the life of a writer.
I'm awaiting the e-book publication of my first romance on Friday, February 27th. Since finding out that I was going to be published, I've been working on revisions and edits of THE LAST STALLION and on another, full-length romance titled, ALASKA HEART. While revisions can be challenging, I sometimes find them easier than drafting. At least there is always something on the page to work with. Some material to slosh through with your rewriting boots on. Progress is made any time you change a word, cut a scene, add a scene, play with dialogue, and so on.
Right now, I'm back in a young adult manuscript, trying desperately to create text that makes sense. I'm actually longing for revision time. I'm at a point where the story could go in about forty different directions. Thirty of them I don't like at all. Nine of them have potential. Only one of them is THE RIGHT ONE. I'm doing a lot of staring into space, looking for inspiration. I don't like it at all.
Deep sigh.
I did find out that I'm a finalist in the Ohio Valley Romance Writers of America Enchanted Words Contest with my young adult manuscript, AZTEC DAWN. Maybe that's the boost I need to return to the world of creating story. Somebody likes my stuff, so I need to keep at it.
Muses
I'm a cat person. Now before you dog folks get all cranky, let me say that I actually love all animals, spiders and other creepy crawlies included. But cats definitely rule. Sleek and sophisticated. Cool and aloof. Cats know how to live without worrying about what others think of them.
I own two cats of my own, but since the summer, a third has been spotted enjoying my backyard. She stalks birds, rolls in the catmint, meows until you get down on your knees and pet her. She's the friendliest cat I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I'm beginning to suspect she's something more as well.
Where I live has been covered in snow for the last month, and I haven't seen this cat in some time. Last night, however, I dreamed of her. It was a vivid dream--one where I could feel her sandpapery tongue on my hands, hear her meows, smell her outdoorsy scent. When I woke up this morning, there she was, nosing around the ground outside below one of our birdfeeders. I opened the door and let her in. Everything she did was exactly as it was in the dream. It was very deja vu-esque.
I thought of her all day, and random writing ideas popped into my head as the day rolled on. I felt on top of my game, inspired. I think this cat might be one of my muses--one of those things in life that spark creativity. Full moons, sunshine reflecting off the ocean's surface, and the smell of lavender are some of my other muses. What are yours?
I own two cats of my own, but since the summer, a third has been spotted enjoying my backyard. She stalks birds, rolls in the catmint, meows until you get down on your knees and pet her. She's the friendliest cat I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I'm beginning to suspect she's something more as well.
Where I live has been covered in snow for the last month, and I haven't seen this cat in some time. Last night, however, I dreamed of her. It was a vivid dream--one where I could feel her sandpapery tongue on my hands, hear her meows, smell her outdoorsy scent. When I woke up this morning, there she was, nosing around the ground outside below one of our birdfeeders. I opened the door and let her in. Everything she did was exactly as it was in the dream. It was very deja vu-esque.
I thought of her all day, and random writing ideas popped into my head as the day rolled on. I felt on top of my game, inspired. I think this cat might be one of my muses--one of those things in life that spark creativity. Full moons, sunshine reflecting off the ocean's surface, and the smell of lavender are some of my other muses. What are yours?
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