This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
Stolen Skins took me more than a little longer than I expected this week. I submitted it to Fae Corps Publishing for Across the stolen seas. (the process is slightly different for the approval on this one, so if you submit something to it we will be about 3 weeks for the approval or denial of work on this.)
I finished my library book and plan to do it for tomorrow’s review. I spent a bit of time reading this week, so I did less poetry. When I pick up a book I devour it. I tend to go through about 500 pages in a day. For some reason I struggle with my consumption of reading materials until midway through the year. Then I will be consistent in my reading process for the next few months. I will be doing a couple of ARC books for my friends this week coming. (gotta love having author friends) I also have at least 3 submitted manuscripts to read for Fae corps publishing. (Threatened me with a good time there.)
As I am not focusing on Serena’s story this week I hope I will be able to get more poems written but I don’t know. I am going to be hiring (starting Monday) Pic (partners in crime) editing to assist with Kingdoms of Sin. I have worked with them before and they are really good. I hope they will get me back to writing it. I want to release it next year if possible.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
Due to getting used to a new med I slept two days this week and spent a lot of time reading. I didn’t even try to make the daily writing goals. Still, I don’t think I did too badly.
The Deadline for Stolen skins is approaching fast. I am going to be digging in and finishing it this week.
Because I feel lazy – and I really wasn’t – I am likely to be doing more writing this week. Mental health is a bit fun like that sometimes.
I am going to be doing the art corner instead of Tuesday Tunes this week. I did some resin work and I really want to share it.
Here lately I have been getting spurts of inspiration… and urges to write or create. It always makes me feel like I’m feverish.
I can remember when I wrote when the muse struck me and the idea of using prompts seemed like cheating. Now, the prompts are more like a spring board. I am often less worried about the prompt than I am what I want to say.
I end up feeling like the prompts don’t fit with the idea of the volume I have been working on and I pass them by. I get a vision of what I want the book to look like and then I just don’t want it to be anything less.
Now that leads me down rabbit holes looking for just the right prompt, just the right idea to be just the right poem. Perhaps perfectionism is a true problem…
Today the prompt could have worked…but I didn’t feel it. Today was the obligatory form poem/anti form poem prompt. He always puts it in. And I have a volume in development for that…but this was the first poem in Ethereal Dreams… I felt like acknowledging that. Each volume is a new mindset. I have to figure out what this chapter of my life is about. Thoughtcicles was about shock and grief for the changes of self and relationship. A lot of frozen thought and self care. I don’t know what ethereal Dreams is yet.
Also we’re a week into November. This is the month for writing… and I think that a lot of people – myself included – see Nanowrimo as a pass or fail thing way too often. It should be about the setting of a routine, not about the word count. If you can hit that word count daily then awesome, congratulations! But if you can’t don’t get discouraged. Set a time for daily writing and meet that every day. Not all writing is novels. Children’s books are a thing. Those require far less word count. Poetry is still writing. Do a poem a day.(that is what I decided to do) Do not measure your own success by the way that other people write. You are going to have a different way of speaking. Writing is another way of using your voice. Don’t let anyone take your voice from you.
Trying to get books ready for publication, writing more, and recovering from a really nasty infection…means the blog caught neglect. So here is a poem written today titled The White Whale…
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