Back to School, Back to work

So after six long months of having the kids off school, my attempts to keep them on the straight and narrow of their education with home learning via the internet and Google, they have all gone back to school. Yay!

They hot sticky days of the heatwave have disappeared and the nights have already started to draw in. Autumn is just on the horizon.

This is the time of year that I suddenly find myself motivated to get things done, probably a result of the children being home and nothing being accomplished in that time.

So as the days are cooler and the cosy blankets call my name, I also hear my WIP calling frantically to me – ‘Finish me, finish me!’

I have had some time away from my novel, in the hope that I would be able to think the ending through more clearly for when it came time to start tapping away at the keyboard. But the truth of it is that, I’m just not sure how I wanted the ending to pan out.

As my husband is not one for reading fiction I asked a neighbour to read through my work up to a certain point. She was more than happy to oblige me and her feedback was very positive. It was really interesting how she saw it finishing. It was an eye-opener, that she would want to read another book with the characters and story developing further than I had originally planned.

This has given me the clarity that I needed to move forward. These few simple words of encouragement were just what I needed to hear and at the right time. My brain is no longer swinging like a pendulum in a clock. I will be tackling the ending during September and I hope to then share my characters, Lily and Adam with some Beta readers for a proper critique, then the editing process can begin.

If there are any thoughts on the Beta reader process please drop a comment, I would love to hear your experiences.

Almost

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The glint of gold on the muddy, waters surface

The buds of vibrant green on stark tree branches

All hope of things to come

The day is growing longer with each passing night

But winter is not done

Each day brings a new surprise, as to what the weather holds

Wind, snow, hail and sun, sometimes all at once

How I long for the sun to shine bright, with warmth to its embrace

Instead this savage wind with an icy bite, blasts deep into my skin

The ground cannot take any more rain

The grass almost forgotten under the rushing burst river banks

But spring is waiting patiently for winter to pass

Then the buds will explode in their leafy splendour

Flowers blooming and grass emerging, where mud once was

Golden warmth and gentle breezes

Winter long forgotten, when spring is in full force.

By

E-A Jones

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not a morning person, after all.

 

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As I said in my last post, I would try and get up early (5am) to get into a daily habit of writing, before the rest of the house is up and noisy.  Well, I am afraid that I have come to the conclusion that I am not a morning writer, or much of a morning person for that matter.

There was a time, when I was a child that I could tell you that I needed very little sleep, my parents would also agree with that statement.  But as I am now a parent myself and I will put my hands up and say, I need all the sleep that I can get.  Plus, I also need a bit of waking up time in the morning before I can fully function, who will not bite off peoples heads, this is also helped along now by coffee.

I managed to have two children and never drink coffee, I didn’t think I liked it.  I always liked the smell of it, but the actual taste was too bitter for me.  But as you become an adult people expect you to be able to drink tea or coffee, it is part of growing up in our modern day culture.  My boys have even said that there is a Costa Coffee machine in their school cafeteria, of all places.

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But one day, my friend made me a cup of coffee, after a particularly sleepless night up with my youngest.  I drank it and like heaven had opened up, shone a light down on me, I LIKED it!  Ever since then it has become part of my morning routine.

So, with the dark mornings and a hectic family life, I have found that 5am is hard to function at.  I know when the days start stretching out and the light mornings have my husband jumping out of bed at before 5am, he is strange that way, then I will try to drag my sleepy butt out of bed and get some words written.  For now though I will endeavour to fit my writing in during snatched chunks of the day and at the weekends.

I attended the Writer’s Cafe again this week and was encouraged by the people there, as always, to crack on with my WIP.  With now reaching over 70,000 words and over three quarters of the way through my story, I feel as though I can achieve finishing it.  Many writers don’t even manage this, so I am feeling proud that I have made it this far.  The homework assigned was more personalised than a picture, or words to include in a short story, I am putting together a 300 word synopsis for my story and hopefully one to send out to publishers.

I am hoping that by doing this, I will also break though any last blockage with my WIP, this will make the story more of a road map to follow.  Rather than each time I sit down to write, it veers off in a different direction to the one I had planned.

Also the creative juices have hit hard, whilst sitting waiting for music lessons to finish.  I also have a few sketched out ideas for my next projects.  As the lessons are only half an hour ,I have spent that time with a note book to plan characters and scenes, but no deeper than that at the moment.  I will make finishing the first draft of my WIP my priority and then set it aside to concentrate on the next project for a little while.  When I come back to do my first draft edit, I am hoping to look at it then with fresh eyes and enthusiasm to read it all through as a complete story.

 

 

 

Happy 2020!

Happy New Year!

I hope that your Christmas and New Year were all you hoped it to be.

I had hoped to be able to get loads of writing done, unfortunately my time was spent on family, friends and food, lots and lots of food!  With the last of the turkey now finished, everyone gearing up to go back to school and work, I am looking forward to the everyday routine and getting back into writing and work.

I have enjoyed a small break from social media and most technology, being in an area with little wifi reception.  But for 2020 I will be trying to find my writing groove.

I read a post about the 5am Writers Club, getting up early to fit writing into your day before everyone else is awake.  I did try this with exercise for a while but I soon found out that early morning is not the ideal time for me.  While I love the idea of being a morning bird, catching its worm – I’m not sure how much of a morning person I really am.  But I will be willing to give it a go and see if I can convert myself into a morning person, with the help f a lot of coffee.  It seems to be the ideal solution if you find that you are not a night owl.

The start of the New Year always prompts resolutions to be made, while I don’t make them myself, I do try to think of goals to achieve through the year.  Last year I had just started this blog, had just started working on my novel and children story.  I never thought I would enjoy writing as much as I am and I am looking forward to finishing these projects in 2020, also eager to start some new projects that have been brewing.

Here’s to a productive and prosperous 2020!

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#writephoto – Light – Breakfast

I had walked this path through the woods every day lately, but it was today that I stopped. The sun still early in its rise up into the wintery, clear blue sky. The way the sun beams shot out from behind the dark evergreen of the trees branches, like shafts of diamonds.

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How do you know you’re really a writer?

I have seen a couple of posts on Instagram asking ‘How you really know if you are a writer?’

A writer is one of the professions that is plagued with self doubt and insecurity, is what i’m writing any good, what if no one likes my story etc.

One of the things I notice is that when the writing is flowing freeley I think, yes I’ve got this!  This is brilliant, of course I’m a writer.  But when I am stuck, can’t seem to string two words together or cutting bits out, re-writing entire chapters, self doubt creeps in and I begin to think, maybe I am not a writer, maybe I should stick to my day job and just forget all about this story I’ve been working on.

But then while I was in the shower, I was daydreaming about winning the lottery.  I had bought a ticket the day before, although while I am writing this I have still not checked it.  The jackpot was up to £107 million!  That is a lot of money, you could do or buy anything you have ever dreamed of.

I love playing that game with the kids, if we won the lottery what would you do/buy? Everything from a super yacht to a dreamhouse, I love all the things the kids say, including a remote controlled car for about £40.00, my 8 year old has simple tastes.

So in the shower I am thinking, I must check the ticket, I could be sitting on £107 million.  Then a thought struck me, I would be quite happy to give up the day job and hire someone else to do it for me.  But then what would I do with my time.  After a nice sunny holiday, I realied that I would definetly want to finish my book.

Oh my! I would still love to carry on and finish the story I have been working so hard on.

So with all the money and time at my disposal I would choose to continue to write.  What an epiphany,  I am a writer!

Everytime I had spoken to someone about writing a novel I had always felt a bit uncomfortable to call myself a writer.   I have not finished my novel to even get it published yet and also I had not really been doing this for many years like I know some people have.  I almost felt like an imposter.

I had not realised through the last few months of spending more time writing that it had actually gotten under my skin as much as it had.  I now find myself looking forward to getting stuck into it and the thought of one day finishing my novel and holding it in my hand makes me feel like winning the lottery.

So to answer the question, ‘How do you know you are a writer?’ For me it is when you can choose to do anything else in the world and yet you still want to write.

They say that inside every person is a story.  I feel like this is true for me and I can’t wait to get it finished and to see if there are people out there who will love it as much as I do.

If in the meantime I have the winning lottery numbers, at least writing is something that I would be able to do,  even from the swankiest of super yachts in the middle of the Carribean sea.

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