15 December 2017

My Writing Journey Part One...

My word count: I keep track of my progress
My writing journey has been a slow one, starting from a novel idea birthed when I started an evening creative writing course at a local college. This was about five years ago, back when my daughter, second and last child, was one years old. It has been difficult trying to fit my writing passion amongst the other everything else that I do, a working mum of two young children, 'like a mum' (and wish I was her mum) to a teenaged niece, a wife, a friend and whatever short term responsibilities I have to do. Not to mention all the emotional stuff life threw at me that knocked me sideways for months and I had to rebuild and get moving again.

I also spent months of not writing to the point my writing style changed and I had to re-read and re-write. There have been periods when I could not write, I would sit down at my lap ready and my mind would be completely blank. These writing sessions usually ended in tears and doubts. And on the other end of the spectrum, I had sessions that I did not want to end because I was consumed with ideas and felt like I was going to burst if I did not put fingers to keys and just wrote something, anything!

Coming from a poetry background, I continually questioned my writing style, was it too poetic? Did it have too much description? Then I would sigh when I (again) went on about a sunrise for almost a whole paragraph. I once read somewhere that a beginner writer finds their voice after the first 10,000 words, my 10,000 words came and went, and I was still looking for my voice. I have doubted myself, my abilities and wondered if someone out there really did wanted to read my work when it was finished. More recently, I have become frustrated and confused with story lines, character developments, conflict decisions and chapter structuring. When sessions ended in doubt I would go to Twitter and converse with other authors who encouraged and motivated. And being a Christian, I prayed, mediated and reflected on scriptures like Psalm 37:5 - "...trust him and he would help you."


Whatever you need to do to keep you going. Do it!


When I first had the idea of writing this blog post, my instant thought was "I'm not qualified to be giving writing advice." I'm still a beginner myself, I'm not done yet and there is so much more for me too learn and do! Then I realised there would be others in the place I was five years ago, with a great idea and a passion to start their writing journey, and probably, like me, feeling overwhelmed and unsure where to start. So I thought why nor share my experiences and just hope it would inspire someone else.


All I can give advice on is the things that have helped me 
along my 'unfinished' writing journey.


I CREATED MY WRITING SPACE:
My writing cave is in a corner of my bedroom (that link is an old photo, it has been upgraded since) and when I go and write I would close the door and not open it until I have done something. I must admit it took me a while to create a space and I wished I had done it at the start of my journey. I have placed this high up on my list for various reasons, firstly after I created my writing space my sessions become more fulfilled. I wrote more, had more ideas, I didn’t feel like stopping and my confidence grew. Secondly, I felt I became more serious, more like a professional writer; I even changed the way I labeled myself and started calling myself a writer. I am a writer with a part time job. Why not? I do write don’t I? To be honest, I do not always voice that I’m a writer and a part of me feel I shouldn’t because I don’t have a published book. It is more to do with my mindset and with how I see myself.


I JUST WROTE:
You would hear this often, “to be a writer, you have to write.” It does not matter what or how much you write, there is something about being proactive that helps to motivate and move you along. Don't worry about your writing style, your story line, if this chapter should start with this sentence. What is the right writing theory? It doesn't matter. Too often I had become overwhelmed with structure that it ended my writing session quickly. I would compare my writing style and methods with others and feel I was doing something wrong, there is no write or wrong way! I would become concerned that I have not thought about it enough, not paid a lot of attention to details and worried that my story would not make any sense. And then the doubts would come. Just write anything! There is something beautiful about writing with freedom, just letting the words flow and allowing them to tumble out. And before you know it, you would have something, 200 words, 500 words, that you can read, re-write and expand.


I TALKED ABOUT MY DREAM:
I share my writing journey on social networking sites, I have friends who would read my stuff, not as often as I would like and right now I have restricted this because I keep changing things (for another blog post) and wanted to give then a draft that I know won't change much later on. I would network and talk to other writers on Twitter, ask questions and share my concerns. When people ask me what I do, I would mention my job but also say I am a writer. This all created accountability. The more I talked about it, the more people expected me to do, it was (and still is) the push I needed to keep on going because each time someone asked me how my writing is going, I would tell them I have done more and I am further along my journey then the last time you asked me.


I FOUND TIME TO WRITE:
This was something I really struggled with at the beginning. I did not know where to start, life just seemed too busy all the time and when I did have the time, I was not in a writing-mood. I have since realised there is no such thing as a writing-mood (another blog post?), you just have to do it. A couple of years ago I met a lovely ninety-three year old woman who told me I needed to fight for my time and I have never forgotten that! Since that conversation I have done many things to create that time, like taking advantage of my flexibility at work, on a Sunday looking at my week ahead and exploring my free time, having a dedicated writing day. Also looking at how I spend my time and reducing useless activities, such as limiting the time I spent watching things, Netflix binging and social networking sites cruising. Getting rid of distractions! Most times it worked but there was those occasions where unexpected things happened that caused me to be busy. These were the things I was unable to control. However, most things in the week I can control or work around, it just meant I needed to have more self-control and be more organized. I would often have a 'no phone' period, wake up early so I can cook a meal, leave for work extra early so I can sit in a coffee shop for an hour or two to write. I’m not perfect. What things do you need to de-clutter to create more time?


I STOPPED FEELING BAD:
There have been many times where I have not done what I had wanted or needed to do. I had no self-control, had not written enough, felt that ‘if only I was more…’ earlier on in my journey I would be further along my journey. You get the picture. I’m not even going to write a lot about this because there is not point in dwelling on the past, it does nothing to the present and the only thing you can do is learn from it. So all I keep telling myself is “I would do better next time!” This could be tomorrow, usually for me it is next week.



(Updated 19.12.17)


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08 December 2017

Not in the Place I Should Be

I was going over some old poems today and found this one, written almost twenty years ago. I wished I had more information about the place I was in...


The day is now dawning
Getting out of bed
I stretch and stand up
Yawning
Closing my eyes
I know what I should do
Not listen to thoughts that’s in my mind
Just twirling
Looking at the eyes that stand
In front of me just starring
The face that’s my face
Hangs its head
And starts sighing

Water pours out from the tap
To the hands
To the mirror reflection
The cool splashing sensation
Wakes me up a bit more slightly
But still something’s missing

I know what I should do
Yet can’t do it

The desire that once was there
Has flown away with the winds of my emotion
The prayer that binds me
To the one who sits in the heavens is ceasing
I feel myself in my heart slipping

Climbing into bed
I lay down silently crying
Closing my eyes and sinking in the cloud
Of sleep that covers me
My mind still talking
The faint voice of conviction starts shouting,
It’s merely a whisper
To my inner soul

I know I’m not in the place I should be


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