I’m getting married the day after tomorrow (that’s our actual cake topper!). I’m fixing most of the things myself (including cooking for over 30 people) so I’m pretty busy right now.
So another hiatus from me, but a smaller one this time.
When I come back you can expect from me:
- Part 5 of Never Break a Leg Before Christmas
- A very romantic zombie story, oh yes.
… and probably other things.
I might also have some announcements later in April!
Now I need to go and work on the playlist for the reception. Once more onto the breach dear friends…
Olivia. Four syllables that turned Imogen’s insides to a thousand humming birds and threatened to pour the most idiotic words through her being and out of her mouth. She walked around the small table that was surrounded by twelve children of various ages, she should really be focusing on them and not on how Olivia’s dark hair contrasted against the seeming softness of her cheek or how her crooked smile occasionally turned in her direction.
Dear Ms Pearson,
Thank you for the opportunity to review your manuscript, however we will not…
Jules’s vision blurred as she stared at the little words on the screen. How many rejections was that in the past six months alone? She pushed her chair from the desk and got up. She didn’t want to think about it. Not anymore. She looked at her laptop and the stack of notebooks and pencils next to it. She didn’t want to write either. What was the point if nobody would ever read it?
You could write just for the sake of writing, a little voice in her head said. You know, like you used to? She sighed. It was true. She didn’t write to publish. She wrote because she was a writer, it was just who she was.
The constant setbacks didn’t help her though. She wanted writing to be her job. She wanted her life to revolve around books, not rejection letters and the impending end of her sabbatical which was creeping closer and closer. And with not even one book published she just couldn’t justify not going back to work.
I don’t usually review books on this blog (even though this isn’t a proper review), unless I’m making my lists but this is too valuable not to mention. I’m talking of course about Time Management for Writers by Sandra Gerth.
I bought this on a whim. I have quite a tight budget at the moment and I try to save the money I can spend on frivolous things for lesfic novels because from time to time I really do need to read something new that has lesbians (latest novel I read was Good Enough to Eat by Jae and Allison Grey, no wait that’s not true, I also read Bitter Fruit by Lois Cloarec Hart).
Anyway, Time Management for Writers is absolutely awesome! I thought I managed my time well, but oh no, I really don’t. This also explains how Ms Gerth (writing as her alter ego Jae) manages to write two novels in the time I write one. The book gives a lot of concise advice and small exercises to perform after each chapter, everything to make us the best and most effective writers that we can be. To me some of the advice seemed rather extreme at first, e.g. not cooking every day but rather making more food from time to time and then rely on leftovers. But afterwards I started thinking. I write a lot, sure I do, but not nearly enough and not more than an hour or two per day. Which is ridiculous concidering how much time I spend on other things, including cooking (I spend a lot of time in the kitchen 😛 ), watching television, reading or even writing this blog post. This book has taught me to do better and I’m already seeing a change. I want writing to be my job and there is only one way forward.
And that’s why I wanted to tell you all about it. Writers, please read it, it’s for both newbies and people who have been writing for several years. It’s wholeheartedly recommended by yours truly.
…and now I’m going to take the lesson to heart and go and write. Oh wait, dog walk first. And then I need to make dinner. Wait, what did the book say again?
“Is everything ready?” Leila was standing in the doorway. Her fair hair was placed high on the top of her head in a messy yet somehow elegant bun, Nonnie wondered how she did it.
“You look nice.” She smiled. “Quite the birthday girl.”
“Want me to fix your hair?” Leila came into the kitchen and walked towards Nonnie with her hands reaching out. “You’ve done so much, I feel like I need to repay you somehow.”
Nonnie stepped out of Leila’s reach with a laugh. She looked at the hallway mirror that she could see all the way from the kitchen. She looked like she did usually, her unruly blonde hair framing her face. She hadn’t done anything other than wash and brush. But she was happy with it. Maybe it wasn’t the most dignified look, but it suited her.
“No. Thanks, but I’m happy with how I look today.” And she was.
She was out of her crutches for tonight, and even though she wasn’t ready for high heels just yet, she wore pretty black ballerinas that went very well with her dark purple dress. She felt pretty. I hope Nicole thinks so too.
“What are you smiling about?” Leila was staring at her with a teasing look in her eyes. “You’ve met someone!”
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