I’ve been plugging away for over a year now building a writing career. I am raising two little boys and playing the role of a 1950’s housewife. I’ve been cleaning, cooking, raising boys, writing, blogging, researching, reading, editing, and publishing around the clock. I have loved every stinking minute of it, however, I’m needing something…
I don’t drink anymore…or smoke cigarettes and I’m trying to stay away from my kryptonite “the cake”. I have been raising my voice too often in the last week and become uptight and tired at the same time. My sleeping habits suck. I’m up right now at the wee, wee hours of 2:00 am. I don’t know if I’ll sleep so I return emails and think, think, think.
I am creating a mini vacation for myself. For those of you that have been reading my post for months, be aware that I’ll be recycling old post for the next so many weeks. There are some great little advice post, however, if you’ve read them already…sorry! I am taking a break from writing altogether.
I have been reading all these mainstream popular authors that I’m not impressed with. I’m certainly not impressed with my own writing as of lately. I looked up the best list of fiction for the last few years last night and found some great fiction by very talented authors. I have ordered my famous stack o’ books from the library but these books are SO popular that I’m going to have to wait in line for weeks and months for some of them.
I feel like I’ve hit a wall. I wrote a little fiction story recently and, although the idea was good, the story was watery and corny. I was really disappointed. Then I had a dream and in the dream, I created a theme for another book. I awoke to realize I needed to create a pen name, reinvent myself as an author and start a real novel. Exciting!
But first I need to go back to when I used to read great works of fiction. I used to read such great stuff like Peony In love and The Help, The Secret Lives of Bees, Jane Austin, Emily Bronte…and her sister. Then I had babies and got hooked on Amish fiction. Not that it’s not good fiction but it’s simple…simply fiction about simply folk. It’s clean and wholesome and safe. Now it’s time to read some deep and intense stuff filled with creative ideas, imagination, adult fairy tales (no, not sci-fi), and filled with poetic descriptions and multisyllabic verbiage.
Many successful authors have said the two most important things to do to become a great writer is; read and write, read and write…every day. Blogging has been an amazing exercise. Reading gives us different ideas, flavors, rhythms.
I, personally, need more play in my life. I need to focus on these sweet boys sleeping next to me right now. This Thanksgiving I was over at a friends house and spent most of the day playing with my boys and hers. We built things, I played referee to my boys and their disputes over a marble, I laughed and ate and washed dishes. I thought, what a great day, I need more of these.
I will be focusing on washing dishes, reading great books, playing with legos and blocks, loving on my boys, cooking amazing and life-giving food, and just being entertained for the rest of the holidays.
Happy Holidays to all of you out there and I wish you many, many blessings. See you next year. In the meantime, I will have a post up daily but they will be recycled from long, long ago. If you haven’t read them you may enjoy the tidbits and advice.