Whoa! Slow Going

So, starting a new school year as a middle school teacher and taking two grad classes has cramped my writing style. Of course I’ve been reading (The Fellowship of the Ring) and planning my latest edit, but the actual creative writing and revising has been slow for the past three weeks. With Open House over with and this weeks course assignments nearly complete, I will be writing tomorrow night come muse or creative block.

Lofty goals for a revised novel ready for readers by Christmas commence tomorrow.

Writing Journal

I’m working on: A full read through of book 2 The Spirit of Steel. Doing a plot analysis of the book and finding places to spice up.

I’m listening to: Loreena McKennit: The Mystic’s Dream.

I’m happy because: I will begin the school year with a revision plan for book 2.

The devil on my shoulder says: Chocolate and coffee enhance writing!

You Did What? For the Kids

So, once in a while I have to come out with an f-bomb, albeit a quiet one. This one was for the good of all children within shouting distance. Confused?

Every year my wife and I sell apparel at a local festival. We deal with the occasional customer who complains about prices or doesn’t like our selection (thirty different prints for an annual festival is pretty freakin good). But never before have we experienced an unhappy couple playing the who-is-the-biggest-villain game right next to our booth. FOR THIRTY MINUTES!

And she was loud. Loud enough for anyone passing by to hear her occasional f-bomb or a-hole comment. I kept expecting them to grow brains, to get the hint that this was a family festival with thousands of kids walking around. The dirty looks from myself and the customers weren’t working, so finally I boiled over.

Deep breath, shoulders back, here I go.

“I realize you’re having an important conversation here.”

Girl rolls eyes.

“No, not at all,” Guy responds.

Knockout shot…no, the kids don’t need to see that.

“Well, we’re running a business here and—”

“—We’re not hurting business.” Girl rolls eyes again.

Stale alcohol breathe engulfs me. Hmm. “There are lots of kids around…”

Guy nods, not the complete a-hole she’s made him out to be.

“…and your fu*#ing is getting kind of loud.”

I walk away. Couple leaves quietly.

Now, make your own scene.

Writing Journal

I’m working on: Editing Treasure Hunter Tales: Dark Matter, book 2 in trilogy. It is quite refreshing to work on a new story (spent lots of time on book 1).

I’m listening to: Hans Zimmer-Road to Ruin from the King Arthur Soundtrack.

I’m happy because: July looks like a good writing month. Lofty goals.

The devil on my shoulder says: Just eat the Cheetos. They are crunchy and delicious.

You Saw What? Writing Prompt 1

My first night in Indianapolis couldn’t have gone better. The hotel was awesome, entire table of Italian food delicious, company hilarious. We even went to a Jillian’s (like chucky cheese for adults). Everything had been unique and ideal until we got back to the hotel.

Right now you’re wondering what was missing or maybe who moved in to the room next door. But the neighbors were certainly okay, being friends of mine, and everything was in the same place I’d left it. No, it wasn’t until I pulled back the sheets that terror gripped my heart.

My first thought was holy malarkey there’s a g-string on my bed (well…that’s kind of what I thought). I looked closer, even better, a wad of Kleenex. Used Kleenex.  And, yes, I called and had the bedding changed.

How did it get there? Why didn’t anyone check the bed before new guests checked in? Use my unforgettably absorbing experience for your own writing purposes.

You Did What? Writing Prompt 1

So there are a few events one should never be late to; weddings (especially your own) and funerals (only my wife could pull that off).

After paying to park in the wrong parking lot five minutes before the start of the wedding, I graciously (#&*%#) accepted my wife’s plea to pull back onto the road and get closer to the church.  As we strode in, now three minutes late, a calm sigh left both our lips as the voices of other guests filled the foyer.

We even spotted my wife’s friends and immediately joined them, eager to walk in with other naughty late people. Following a brief greeting, I nudged my wife (which she loves) and motioned down the side aisle. After all, we didn’t want the bride to beat us into the church. My wife’s friends, however, were taking their sweet time.

Ready to execute let’s-get-going move two, a brief sleight of hand in the lower back region, my wife’s expression went from fake smiles to oh crap. Pulling back hand-that-would-have-been-chopped-off, I leaned in, expecting a forgotten gift or wrong undergarment disaster. Before I realized the happy situation, Wifey’s friend commented on how cute the flower girl was during the ceremony…

Please use my grand mistakes for your writing purposes.

Feed Your Writing Soul

Today was supposed to be the last workshop for my group of middle school writers, but they insisted on a final meeting next week during the last week of school. Of course I said YES! They are doing a phenomenal job of writing and roundtable critiquing. Not that I expected anything less from them, but they are simply awesome.

This winter I taught them six workshops on the craft of fiction. Now we are sharing pages, reading them aloud, and providing constructive feedback. And the amazing part is the honesty and care they have been critiquing with. At ages 12-14 they are now speaking and writing with the vocabulary and insight few high school students possess. I used the acronym POV when critiquing a student’s work and by the next meeting many of them got the concept!

Why am I sharing this?

Treating people kindly (especially young people) and helping them with skills they want to improve upon will bring one more joy than one can hope to provide for others. Do something kind for someone else, it doesn’t matter whether it was planned or random. It will come back to you.

And writers, use the experience as food for your writing soul. You can bet that I’m building relationships with these young people and that the interaction will strengthen the characters in my middle grade and YA novels.

How have you combined acts of kindness with your stories? Try it! The experience will revive or maybe reawaken the sluggish muse on your shoulder.

And They’re Off

Finally! Copies of my latest edit on Treasure Hunter Tales: The Family Legend will be in the hands of critical readers this week. I’ve been editing intensely since October after receiving feedback from a literary agent and starting another critique group. I’m extremely excited about the improvements in my writing and in the story.

Time for a final (quick) read.

What I’m working on: A polish of The Family Legend.

What I’m listening to: The dish washer.

Why I’m happy: My story is the best it has ever been.

The devil on my shoulder says: Just go to sleep and read the entire story tomorrow night!

A Productive Weekend

I’m finally back to goal setting. This WIP will be ready to send to my readers in three weeks. Yes, three weeks!

I’m working on: Editing Treasure Hunter Tales: The Family Legend.

I’m listening to: Ramin Djawadi: Iron Man Soundtrack

I’m happy because: I worked through two problematic chapters that flow much better now. Nearly twenty pages edited and 1000 words added.

The devil on my shoulder says: Skip sleeping this week and we will be ready to polish edit soon 🙂

Writing Journal

I’m working on: I am still editing Treasure Hunter Tales: The Family Legend (Book 1 in the trilogy). This was a fruitful weekend with 24 pages edited. This edit is a mix of things to fix from a read aloud and critique group comments.

I’m listening to: Sarah Brightman: Deliver Me

I’m happy because: It’s spring and my muse seems rejuvenated.

The devil on my shoulder says: You don’t need sleep, just keep writing! A part of me thinks that one late night a week might be something to look forward to. I am the type that has to be forced to go to sleep. My write brain just doesn’t want to shut down.