I am thankful that I even get to write books at all. I mean, it really is an honor to be a part of the world of children's literature, to create stories and books for kids---it's just really the best.
But I do whine about it sometimes. I whine that I don't have enough time to write. I whine that what I am working on is "hard" and that revising it is "hard". I whine that I am too tired sometimes to put a word on the page after a day of teaching school then coming home and being a mom. I whine because my characters decide to do things other than what I'd planned for them, or worse, when my characters do nothing at all and I have to keep throwing things at them to get some kind of authentic action. Man, I do whine about that a lot.
I whine when I lack inspiration because it feels like the muse is giving me nothing--and then I whine when I am inspired, SO INSPIRED, because the muse has given me a ton but I don't know where to begin.
I whine because it takes me a long time to be satisfied with what I am creating and I wish I was faster. (I whine to myself about this almost daily.)
Whine, whine, whine.
But tonight, the evening before Thanksgiving, I will not whine that the pie crust is not made because my characters cannot decide how they are escaping from an secret library underneath Mont St. Michel. Nope. No whining (even though they are driving me crazy!!) I am remembering to be thankful. I am so fortunate that the stories from my heart are finding their way into the lives of children.
It's just really the best thing ever.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
*Who am I kidding? I cannot write this kind of book. I don’t even know the kind of book I can write, but it is not this. Maybe I should just give it up. Okay, fine. I give up. BUT THEN WHAT?? What then would I write?
*What story calls from my soul, demanding to be told? That is tough to find sometimes. But keep looking. Keep listening. It will be worth it.
*Do not lose faith. Each story is its own entity. It cannot be anything other than itself, just as you cannot be anything other than yourself.
*Right now, it’s just about continuing. The ability to make this happen. The ability to reach the end. That is all it is about right now. Continuing.
*When I have scenes that I don’t want to write, it is usually because I have lost my voice somehow—I no longer know what/how to say it. Find the voice again and the words will come.
*Having compassion for ourselves and where we are is one of the most important things. Do not forget.
*It is amazing how 238 little words can bring me such hope and joy. And it will allow me to write the next bit because I know that this bit exists.
Hoping these words bring you a little encouragement if you find yourself needing it.
Posted by storyqueen at 11:34 AM