Hey, I’m back! Sorry about the post drought. Life came up and roundhouse-kicked me in the face, but what can I say. I’m here.
I’ve been thinking, and if I can’t find the time to post TPT stuff, I should probably at least let you in on what the hell I’m doing with myself over here:
*sighs and groans of life leaving my body*
The past week month super-long day-melding period of time has been brutal. Countless all-nighters have been pulled. I worked my tail off, and finally… I’m ready for an editor! And I found one, too. As I’ve said before, I’ve taken little Sabine as far as I can go with her. Developmental edits are all taken care of, because I DID ‘EM (because that’s a totally different thing from copyedits and proofreads, BTDUBBS. I still need those, preferably done by someone who’s NOT ME). I’ve beaten the living daylights out of that story and now it’s looking pretty nice. Like, really nice.
So I won’t lie, the past few weeks haven’t been easy. It took a lot of late nights, plenty of car-writing, and a lot of jotting ideas down in a notebook when I really should’ve been doing something else. But I’m happy to say that of 50,000 words, I’m already at 37,608.
But like I said, it was hardly a walk through the park with a slice of chocolate cake. When I’m writing, I have to just remind myself that it’s okay if the words aren’t perfect yet. Earlier in my journey as a writer, this was one of the hardest things for me. Now, I’m at a point where as soon as I fret about a word choice, I’m able to remind myself (many times, out loud during a conversation with myself) that the first draft is really never the one that gets published. Well, unless you’re not a human. Or you live at the end of a rainbow.
I penned up a little six-word story for the Sometimes Stellar Six-Word Storyteller Challenge. The topic was pleasure.
Here’s mine: “You can never have just one.” Ahuh. Hey, it was there 🙂
Don’t forget to hop on over and pick which one you liked the most, which hopefully was mine 😉 Or maybe even lace up your creative chucks and enter yourself!
You’re on a deserted island… what books did you bring?
The only thing better than reading is writing., but that still makes reading #2 on the list. And though I’m a pretty busy bee, I try to read whenever I can. Because you know what they say: readers make the best writers.
Or something like that.
So, I’m baaaaaaack. Like that nightmare you keep having with the clown holding an ax. Like that itch in that place where you just can’t reach. Like that gnat who’s determined to land on your eyeball. ERR.
As a writer, I do some pretty crazy stuff. Something happened to me the other day that made me wonder if I was a *special* brand of crazy. I was at the grocery store. There was a folded little note on the floor. Common sense told me that picking it up would look a little, err, odd. Then my writer sense kicked in and made me remember that some of the best ideas come from folded up pieces of paper found on floors of supermarkets.
Guess what I did.
I’m Chelsea, and I’m a writer. It’s what I do.
I would love to make my living off of it, but haha… NOPE. Not yet, anyway. Why? I realize I’m not a shoo-in, I’m a freaking piece of work here. A freaking piece of work who isn’t published yet. Why? Because, I haven’t tried to get anything published yet.
Yeppers, that’s right. But it’s not because I haven’t wanted to (I’ve been dying to).
I’ve been writing
books stuff total crap-land for about eight years, and a mind-boggling two novels weren’t dead-ends that I abandoned and wanted to strangle. I also have a bunch of other ideas that I’m gonna try not to screw up.