Writing, Writing, Procrastiwriting…

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Did I just come up with a new word? “Procrastiwriting.” It means procrastinating on writing by writing something that you are not supposed to be writing when instead you should be writing what you are supposed to.

Jesus! I have TWO chapters left of my novel to write. Two. Why am I not finishing it right now??

What is so difficult? Why am I blogging? Why am I reading? Why am I googling things? Why am I on goodreads making an author profile instead of sitting down and actually being the damn author I’m supposed to be?

Okay. I need to stop procrastiwriting. Do you guys ever do this? And then I wonder, am I afraid to finish my novel wrong? What if the ending sucks? Am I afraid that once it ends, I will be forced to edit it? And then have to start an entirely new book that I have no idea for yet?

Good lord, french fries, potato skins, hot dogs, tacos, something, please give me the strength to sit here and write this right now.

Wish me luck. Anyway, let me stop talking about me.  How’s your writing going?

Ah, Amidst the Procrastinating, She Finally Makes an Author Website

Hello world! Where are my other writers?! Find me. Let’s connect. Let’s share our words and our failures and our rejections and our triumphs. If I’ve learned anything throughout the years, it’s that there’s nothing better than finding other writers to talk about how we’ve come so not far. It is truly humbling, to be repeatedly kicked in your literary balls submission after submission. Eventually, we lie down and nod for a moment. Soak up the rejection. Admit to ourselves we aren’t good enough, they’re right. They’re always right. Then we get back up. They’re wrong. We pick up the pen. Start hammering away on the laptop, the typewriter, the tablet, the notebook, the chalkboard. Whatever instrument you use, the brain and the heart are always in it. And we are always in it. There is something beautiful about a writer’s persistence. A true writer will never stop. Even when a hundred people tell them to.

For me, I was rejected, oh, over a hundred times, by literary agents for book one in the dark fantasy series I finally decided to self-publish. You see, they can tell me all they want that it’s “not a good fit” for them “at this time” and “I’m sorry, I just didn’t connect with this project as wholeheartedly as I would have liked.” I kept all those nice little rejection slips and put them in the drawer of my desk. By the time I received all of the rejections for the first book, I had finished writing a series of three novels. What was I going to do? Listen to them and say, “yeah, they’re right, this blows monkey balls out of the bottom of the ocean.” I don’t know if that even makes sense. But hell no, I wasn’t going to just let over two hundred thousand words go to waste.

So, I did what any self-respecting rejected writer would do. I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and finally decided to get to self-publishing those babies. After all, they are like children to me. I did birth them out of my fingers. And my brain. And my heart. I invested almost three years into it. Shit. All I’m saying is, don’t let yourself get discouraged by rejections. You can take control and take matters into your own hands. The plus side of self-publishing is that you are in complete control. Of the cover. Of the plot. Of every little thing your heart desires. And for those of you who don’t know, there are ways to self-publish for free. Did you hear that? FREE! Who doesn’t love free shit?! I do!

I used createspace. And the ironic (depressing) thing is that I paid companies prior to this to put together my other self-published books, and this one looks the best (in my opinion).

So what are you waiting for? Dust off that old rejected manuscript and get to it.

The formatting, oh the formatting. Oh you might want to jump off a cliff if you’ve never had to format your own book. Any questions? Leave them in the comments below. I’m here to help!

Cheers to writing, kids! May your characters lead you in directions you didn’t even see coming.