The First Draft

Time For A Little Refocusing On February 24th, I started writing the first draft of my first novel. This isn’t the first time I’ve started the first draft of my so-called first novel. I’ve developed–and perfected–a start/stop method of writing, where I plan and plan and plan, then after spending waayyyy too much time in the planning phase, I will finally take the plunge and start writing the opening scene.

During the summer, I wrote three or four opening scenes and decided they sucked. I went back to my outline and delved a little deeper, and again got too comfortable staying in the planning phase. Then I got to thinking about what exactly was stifling my progress. Why the hell can’t I just sit down and start writing? Why can’t I get it right???

I reminded myself that I’m a novel-writing newbie. It’s not going to be easy. But realizing that wasn’t enough to get me writing that first scene again. So I turned to my Kindle copy of Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird and read the chapters entitled Shitty First Drafts and Perfectionism. I read them over several times, highlighting things that really resonated with me, such as

Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts.

The first draft is the down draft–you just get it down. The second draft is the up draft–you fix it up.

Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life, and it is the main obstacle between you and a shitty first draft.

That last statement was my Aha moment. My pursuit of perfectionism was holding me back from starting the first draft. I kept starting and stopping because what I was writing was not perfect.

From that moment I said screw it. Enough with the planning. Enough with the stalling and waiting for perfect prose to flow through my fingers. I’m going to write the shittiest first draft ever written.

So I sat down that day and I started typing, and believe it or not the story started to flow. It’s clunky and full of holes, but I let go of trying to be perfect and allowed my self to start writing my shitty draft, which I will continue to work on until I reach the end.

Scented Toilet Paper – Yay or Nay?

Lavender - photo by Mark Kent

photo by Mark Kent

A couple of weeks ago while doing my grocery shopping, I was down the paper goods aisle perusing the toilet paper. As I grabbed for the double-rolled, econo-sized twelve-pack that I usually get, I noticed something different on the shelf above. Same brand. Same econo-sized twelve-pack, only this one was lavender-scented.

Lavender-scented toilet paper! Holy crap!

Is this a new craze or have I been living under a rock all this time, completely unaware that scented toilet paper was actually a thing?

I stood there for a few seconds, my hand still on the package I usually purchase, and thought, Hey, I like lavender. Really, who doesn’t like lavender? I considered grabbing that pack instead. However, one nanosecond later I came to my senses. Scented toilet paper is not such a great concept after all. I mean…eww. Certain things just shouldn’t smell like lavender. Sachets…yes. Your grandmother…of course. Floor cleaner…definitely. Your nether regions…uh…no, I don’t think so.

It’s hard to say whether or not anybody is buying this stuff because the shelf is always fully stocked. Perhaps I’m not the only one who thinks scented toilet paper shouldn’t exist.

 

Focus On The Important Stuff

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Here it is, March 4th and I’m finally getting to my first post of the year. Clearly, it’s taken me a little while to get my act together.

The truth is I’ve been mulling over whether or not I want to keep this blog going. I never aspired for this site to be anything more than a hobby, a place to record my creative endeavors, spout off my opinions on the books I was reading, and maybe post an update about my writing progress. But then I just kinda stopped…everything. Didn’t knit much. Stopped taking pictures. Hardly read any books. I started a bunch, but never finished them. And as far as writing, well I worked on that sporadically.

The year 2015 was not a very good year for me. I’ve decided to blame it on the early menopause I’ve been dealing with for a number of years now. I started showing signs of “the change” when I was around thirty-nine (I’m forty-six now). At first the symptoms were fairly mild with occasional night sweats. Over the years the symptoms have gotten progressively worse, but not completely unbearable, just annoying and embarrassing at times. By far, last year was the worst – insomnia, brain fog, a constant state of exhaustion, sweating non-effing-stop, and zero energy. Most days after work I’d just vegetate in front of the TV or doze on the couch.

Over the past few months the symptoms have been easing up – the beginning of the end I hope – and I’m starting to feel normal again. The plan now is to focus my energy on things that were once important to me, like writing and becoming a published author.

As for this blog, I’ll be updating it once a week because I’m just not ready to let it go yet, even if I only have a readership of one (and you know who you are).

Seasons Greetings

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I haven’t blogged much at all this year. In fact, this is only my third post of 2015. I do plan to get back into the swing of things next year. Just wanted to write a quick post to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!

See you all next year!