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I May Ask My Husband To Hide My Phone

9 Nov

Here it is more than a week into NaNoWriMo and I have yet to put down a single word.

(Yes. You read that correctly.)

This is one of the reasons why I am seriously thinking of becoming a world class hermit for a few days. I just have to find a time in my schedule when I have three days in a row when no one expects anything of me.

Actually, now that I am really thinking about it, this Sunday, Monday and Tuesday could work.

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Huh. I think I’m going to have Lonnie take my phone away from me for those days and I will concentrate on only two things:

  1. Getting a great start on my NaNoWriMo novel
  2. Putting the last few things together so I can publish My Ignored Hamper and other Bathroom Poetry

I have told far too many people that it will be out by the end of this month for it to not happen. (grrr Why do I have to talk to people?)

This is happening people! If you see me hanging out on Twitter this Sunday, Monday or Tuesday please yell at me. I’m serious here. Yell at me and tell me to get these things finished. Remind me that these are important to my life’s goals and if I don’t get them finished I will always regret it. Tell me that the last thing I want is to be lying in my nursing home bed thinking of all the cool things I could have done with my life if only I had actually pursued that whole author thing.

You have my permission.

Do it.    😉

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I want to be like this chick!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khkOmZG36Rk

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As of the end of this video she has finished 7 NaNo novels. Seven. That’s crazy!

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Sooo…how are you doing with NaNoWriMo?

or — Do you have goals that you are shuffling your feet about completing?

and — Why do I really want chocolate ice cream right now?

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P.S. I will of course schedule things like #MondayBlogs and #MirthMusicMon posts to come out automatically. Can’t shirk my plans for total Twitter domination.  😉 

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Tackling Big Projects: Why I Watch My Feet And Not The Finish Line

12 Oct

Inch by inch,

it’s a cinch.

– Robert H. Schuller

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This popped up on Twitter today, and is, I think, one of the best one-sentence pep-talks I have ever heard.

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Don’t look at the big picture too often. It will scare you. It scares me.

Set your goals. Plan your smaller steps for getting to each goal. Then, just put your head down and work on it all one tiny bit at a time.

I have a terrible habit of concentrating on the end result…and seeing all that work piled up between me and it.

That view scares the living peanut butter out of me.

However, now I have that quote sitting beside my computer. Hopefully it will remind me to just look at the little piece of work I have to do next. Tiny, little steps don’t make me want to run and hide. I can get those done.

Just don’t ask me what all I have to do before the book comes out. That’s when I have to sit down and focus on my breathing.

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Do you feel like you need a tranquilizer after looking at your publishing to-do-list?

If you’ve published something already, would you feel comfortable sharing one or two of your most used sanity saving tips?

You don’t have to be a writer to answer these questions. Just think of your biggest project, and let us know your thoughts.   🙂

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Freak The Freak Out.  How often does that happen in your brain?

Mine? At least a couple times a day.  :/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdFEl7bg8MM

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Wishin’ and Hopin’: A Writer’s Holding Pattern

11 Sep

I have had this song in my head since I woke up.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAdTsAKvVTU

What’s interesting is that it seems to be my subconscious telling me that imagining wonderful sales numbers is not the same as getting things finished and actually seeing real sales numbers.

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How many of us creative types do this?

We create these grand schemes in our head, follow them all the way to multinational best selling author status, but neglect to spend that hour a day actually writing. We feel safe in our imaginary world. No one is telling us we’ve used too many commas. No one critiques our work on sales sites where hundreds of people can see it. Our hopes and dreams are safe, inside our minds.

Actually getting that thing (book, invention, theory) out there would mean finishing. Finishing means having someone else see it. Having someone else see it means possible rejection. And who wants that.

Then there are the what-ifs.

What if it doesn’t sell well?

What if it isn’t good enough?

What if I’m not good enough?

What if all that time and effort was for nothing?

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The more practical side of your mind is probably screaming at you most of the day. Pointing at your unfinished projects. Telling you that if you don’t finish the dratted thing then you’ll never make any money at it. If you don’t try, then you have already failed. Imaginary money doesn’t buy groceries or pay the electric bill.

You have set goals; decided on rewards for accomplishments; tried to beg and plead the creative side of yourself to get things wrapped up. Charts have been created. Schedules have been written out. Nothing has worked. All self-imposed deadlines have passed at the speed of sound and the blur of shredded self confidence as it flew by.

What are the reasons for this hesitation?

You are so close!

Why can’t you finish?

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I don’t know.

If I knew I would be making money from this thing they call writing.

If I knew I would probably have all these outlines filled out and for sale on Amazon, making money from 6 romances, a couple sci-fi’s, and 3 children’s series.

Yeah. It’s all waiting. The ideas are there. The follow through is not.

What is wrong with me?

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Are you stuck in this writer’s holding pattern? Circling the thing that you both love and dread?

How are you dealing with it?

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Have you found a way to get out this cycle? What worked for you?

Please, if you have discovered a way to get passed this stage, share it. That tip might be the one thing one of us starving artists needs to hear.

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Are You Still Walking? (Moving Toward Goals)

14 Aug

A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.  – Lao Tzu

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It’s true. If you don’t get started you’ll never get there.

You'll just stand there thinking of everything you Could have accomplished.

You’ll just stand there thinking of everything you Could have accomplished.

You will also never get there if you give up half way through.

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Then what are you left with?

A long list of shoulda, coulda, wouldas.

  • I shoulda pushed through to the end.
  • I coulda made it big time, if I’d just hung on a little longer.
  • I woulda loved to have seen my book/blog/invention make it to the top of the list.

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Don’t do that to yourself.

Keep pushing, trying, striving. (writing, creating, building, etc.)

Keep walking. Even one step a day will eventually get you there.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbNlMtqrYS0

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You can do it. Just keep doing those little things that add up to big things. Then those big things will be done. Crossed off your to-do list! Think of that! A big long line drawn through those words that represent a weight on your mind.

Visualize it.

Your hand, holding the pen as it glides across that big step which had been baffling you for weeks (…months, ahem, maybe even years).

One step down.

Closer to your wonderful, ultimate goal.

Keep at it.

You will get there!

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Thanks for not snickering while I gave myself a pep talk.

What are some things you do to encourage yourself to keep working on a project?

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25 Feb

Well, I’ve found a blog post that echoes what I’ve been preaching to myself.

Time to step up and get things done. *sigh*

So, who’s going to handcuff me to my computer?

Sigh, Oh Jessica

I first realised the complete unfairness of life at the age of 14. My friends could afford to go to the movie theater,  and I couldn’t. It didn’t matter that I really wanted to see the film, be with my friends and have a better Friday night than just staying at home, because no amount of yelling and moping changed the fact that the spare money wasn’t there.

I promised myself that I would never, ever be poor when I grew up – ever. The problem with that promise, though, was that I didn’t expect to be grown up quite so fast. I didn’t realise that you only get what you work for. You can cry, beg, and sook but unless you secure a job and work it well, there won’t be a dime in your bank account. I didn’t know exactly that we weren’t rich, I just knew that I…

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