Breaking Through
Trying to break through that writing wall today to get to the good stuff on the other side. Any walls you’re trying to knock down?
Good luck!
Best,
Kwana40 days Writing
So last night as we were gorging ourselves on pizza and wings (I was using Fat Tuesday as the excuse and it seemed valid at the time) my son casually asked me what I was giving up for Lent. Of course I was horrified and gave him a look that let him know it. What a time to ask while I was enjoying my wings and Glee no less. Besides I had not thought about it. I had decided to join in with our church’s Body Of Christ initiative to get healthier, pray and devote more and besides I has already given up sugar in my coffee so I was good. Really good.
I shrugged and said I didn’t know I just thought I’d be a bit better. Better was better. But still something was nagging. It had been nagging at me all day. The day went by too fast and not enough as usual got done. The kids were ok, dinner was done, somewhat, I had done all the running around I needed to do and my freelance work was done too I even swept in a corner, yeah it was one but I swept. But still, I was just off. Then not a few minutes later it dawned on me. What would make me so much happier, so much more fulfilled. Fixing the unease I was currently fighting against. The same thing I can complained to my DH about earlier in the day.
So quick I ran to the computer and tweeted this before I lost my nerve:
Have just figured out what I am giving up for lent… Days without writing. No more unfulfilled days for me!
There you have it. Everyday must do some work on my current WIP just let it flow and not let my mind or life or sweeping get in my own way. Nothing is more important. I’ll see you all when I see you! Much Love!
Best,
Kwana
painting by Gerard ter Borch (1617-1681)
A Working Holiday
Happy President’s Day! I hope if you’re reading this it’s from the comfy confines of your home if you are in the US and you are off for the holiday.
As with most stay at home/work at home moms there are no real holidays and I plan on making this a working one though the kids are off for the week so it will be difficult with them expecting me to play Mary Poppins when I feel I need to be working. There is a definite fine line between needs and wants. And right now the needs totally outweigh the wants.
I had a successful weekend of editing my current young adult and now I’m ready to dive in and start to work on my next project, an adult romance with nothing young about it. I have so many ideas and not enough time to get them all down but I feel I’d better strike while the iron is hot.
You have a great one. And if you can take the time… Relax and Enjoy!
Best,
Kwana
I’m writing
Or at least I should be doing something that looks a lot like writing or really good editing and not looking off into space right now like I probably am…
Darn! You caught me again.
Shoot. Must focus. Later peeps.
Best,
Kwana
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Whadda Ya Know?
Happy Monday! Today I’m over at The Chicklit Writer’s blog talking about What I THINK I know for sure about writing. Which as it turns out is not so much. Yeah, I know, you all that stop by here often are not surprised (hush now). But still, please stop on by there anyway and let me know what YOU think and know. Thanks.
Have a good one!
Best,
Kwana
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The 2nd Guess
How much time have you spent second guessing yourself? Well I don’t know about you but as for myself I’ve spent way too much time doing it.
Especially in my writing. I don’t know if it comes from doubt in myself, a lack of confidence in my work, or from the nature of the work and the fact that the fate of it is ultimately in someone else’s hands. I do know this though… second guessing is a terrible waste of time and in the end all it does is send you in circles usually back to the beginning where there was your true authentic self. The place you should have stayed when there was the first spark of excitement and your sprit was full of “I CAN do this!” and your mind had not yet been invaded with the evil critters of doubt and fear.
So my point today and I guess this is mainly for me as all these rants are: is to stay in the mindset of the starting gate. The “I CAN do this!” moment and don’t second guess. Time is way too precious. Happy Thursday!
Best,
Kwana
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Dance for Joy
Hello peeps. I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving. Mine was fun and filling probably too filling.
Writing update: It’s now the end of November and I know I won’t be making my NanoWrimo goal. Yes, it’s sad to say but this month got away from me with the new freelance gig at The Loft and with the Dear Twins college application process.
But in better news there was light at the end of the college app tunnel and we all got through it. The Applications are done and submitted! Whew. I think we all are a bit beat up and exhausted from the process (Ok I’m beat up and exhausted) but so happy to be done. Now is the waiting game. Isn’t that always a general state of life? But I’m feeling hopeful that there are good things in store. So for now I’m going to do a little happy dance like the beautiful Ms. Josephine here and give thanks that this part of the process is over.
Now back to my room and my regularly scheduled writing program.
Best,
Kwana
All Wet
Oh I’m feeling like these leaves about my NanoWrimo challenge. All wet and scattered and left behind. I’ve got some serious catching up to do. I don’t know where I’ll be come November 30th but I’m still moving ahead and hoping not to be blown away.
Best,
Kwana
Mine Dreams
Part of me feels like I should be chained to my writing desk and not let up until I come away with a book. That is no less than 80,000 words seamed together so they make at least enough sense to have crafted a usable story. Not likely. You’ll realize this once you read this rambling post.
At this point that I feel nothing less than drastic measures will do in order to make this happen.
I was having coffee with a friend after dropping the dd at dance class and going over the woes of being a mother of seniors preparing for (hopefully please god) college and all the angst that entails and then she asked me the dreaded question: How’s your writing going?
Writing? What writing? If by writing you mean the meager few sentences I can eek out in between nail biting, fights, stress, tossing and turning, shifting mail piles from one side of the dining table to the other, if you are talking about those two sentence, well, they are coming along just fine. At the pace I’m going I should be able to get this book done by the time somebody has a Master’s degree.
Then with me and my writers mind I got to talking about the Chilean Miners and how I cried and thought it was such a miracle when they came out of the mine but how also part of me wanted to hop in that little capsule after the last rescue worker and go on down myself, disable that sucker and tell folks to send down a laptop, tuna and water through a tube and come back for me in three months. Make it 6-8 when the whole college process is over.
In my mind I imagined along with the cheering crowds when I emerged from the mine it would be so nice to have an acceptance guy from which ever esteemed institutions gets Little Twin A and Little Twin B standing with them side by side to greet me. Ah bliss.
While I’m dreaming it would be nice to have my agent there when I get out along with a publisher or two waiting for the wonderful book I wrote while in the mine and a done deal one top of that from one of the publishers that were so enthusiastic to read my YA full when the queries were first sent but are now cooling their heels like a guy waiting to see if a hotter looking girl comes along.
And then there will be the DH. No worries hon there won’t be any rivals at the top of the mine to give you a fight for my affections. All my love is for you. Though it would be nice to have some new admirers with some Kwana Mania signs since I was down in the mine for months and on the Skinny Mine Tube Food diet and now no doubt coming up svelte, richer and wearing cool new shades. Just for my ego you know.
Although for that to happen I will have to style my underground camera shots like I’m Rachel Zoe. Very Carefully. Hmm.
So now somewhere in my little coffee chat mine rant my friend’s eyes may have glazed over a bit and yeah, maybe she’s looking at me like I’m a little odd. But she doesn’t have twins doing college apps right now (that’s next year for her) so for now I’m still keeping one eye open for possible wells I can slip into.
Best,
Kwana
BIC HOK
The above stands for Butt In Chair Hands On Keyboard and that’s what I plan to be doing as you read this post. So I’m really sorry if I’m short on words here at ye old blog but I’ve got a bit of a deadline and I had better get some of the ideas that are in my head somehow on the page. So for now it’s me and my laptop lover all the way. Wish us luck.
I hope you have a good one.
Best,
Kwana
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