Lessons Learned

I set off  for Denver last Thursday just hoping to stay awake on the long eight hour drive.  Gratefully, a good friend and my IPod kept me alert until I reached my destination–the Christian Writers Guild Conference. I’d been praying about the conference for several weeks, just asking for direction for my writing and for my future.

God delivered!

My first spiritual “thumping” came from none other than Christian author Liz Curtis Higgs. After an inspiring message about God’s faithfulness to give us the desires of our heart I had the pleasure of talking with her one-on-one for a moment while getting a book signed. She asked me what I wrote and told her I loved to write fiction but seemed to be selling more non-fiction pieces this year. I’d wondered whether it was a sign. She sat back in her chair and seemed to size me up. Then she leaned forward, stared into my eyes and said “Write your passion.”

I heard an audible “click” in my brain. Others have told me the same thing but somehow, having this stranger say it made me shiver.

Other Key note speakers talked about living life to the fullest. It’s a call I heeded at the beginning of last year but then fizzled out on. The flame has been rekindled. I don’t want to sit back and let life happen around me, I want to experience it–fear, excitement, joy and sorrow.

The final lesson was, I believe the most important. It was actually a question posed by the devotion leader on the first day of the conference- “How do people feel when they are with you?”

Ouch.

So often I find myself concerned with my own feelings and needs, I don’t even stop to consider how I’m making others feel. But no more. I’m going to make a conscious effort to think of others first, to help them before myself and try to build up those around me. I want people I’m with to feel better about themselves and about their lives. We all have problems, what we need are a few more smiles!

Christmas Blessings and Hopes for the New Year

The packages have been unwrapped, the roast eaten and all the Christmas traditions have been adhered to. Now is the time to sit back and contemplate the past year and think about what I’d like to accomplish in the new year.

I began the year with some lofty goals: dreams of getting publishing contracts, mountains climbed and grand, charitable endeavors. I guess I accomplished most of these, but on a scale much smaller than I’d anticipated. I’ve had articles published in two books and a story published in a magazine. Two other articles will be published early next year. My charitable work has remained closer to home than the mission trips I’d hoped to take, but I like to think that the elderly I work with and the missionaries we support have been touched by the help and money we gave this year. I didn’t climb a mountain, but I did stomp on some grapes…not quite the same thing but a lot more fun!

As for next year, I’d still like to get a contract for a novel, I still want to climb a mountain, I still want to go on a mission trip. But mostly, I want to strive to seek God first this year—every day in everything I do. The Bible says God longs to give us the desires of our hearts. I hope to get my will in line with God’s this year so that all my dreams are fulfilled in Him. I’m rather tired of trying to realize success by this world’s standards and hope to find my satisfaction by living the life God has chosen for me. That is the one goal I truly hope I meet in 2011.

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. God bless you all with a wonderful, safe and healthy New Year!

Touchdown!

Okay, so maybe y’all have had enough of the football analogies, but I can’t help it. I love the sport! It’s dirty and gritty–full of conflict and heartbreak.

Just like any good story!

As most of you know, I’ve spent the month of November participating in NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. Those of us insane enough to make it official signed up on their website and pledged to write at least 50,000 words over the thirty days in November.

Over the past month I’ve wrestled with my characters as I tried to meet my goal. I’ve fumbled the plot a few times, watching in horror as my characters spun across the page searching for their purpose. I’ve had to change my game plan, tackle a few opponents (like exhaustion and Black Friday shopping) but with time running out on the clock I drove down that gridiron for the go ahead score!

I reached 50,000 words last night at approximately 10:30 p.m.  I’m not the only one celebrating the achievement. My husband can’t wait to see the dining room table again (I kept my Thesaurus, idea notes, word count sheets and lap top set up there for easier access!) My kids will be happy that they won’t have to wait for me to come to the end of a scene before I’ll talk to them.

No, I haven’t completed the entire novel yet. I anticipate another 30,000 words will be needed to wrap the loose ends and fill in the blanks I left in the plot as I hopscotched to scenes I had fully realized in my head. But I’m excited to have achieved my goal. Thanks to all of you who commented either here or on FaceBook, I couldn’t have succeeded without your encouragement (and nagging!)

And now, I’m sorry to say, I have to leave you. I may have scored a touchdown, but my characters are still waiting to see who’ll win the game! I’m off to finish their story, just at a little less frantic pace!

The Agony of a Field Goal Kicker

I’m lining up on the thirty yard line, waiting for the snap before the ball is set before me and I kick it through the goal posts to win the game!

At least that’s my plan…

There are only six more days in November…six more days to complete my NaNoWriMo goal of 50,000 words in a month! That’s the most I’ll ever have written in a thirty day period.  As of right now I’m at 38,116.

I’ve learned a few more things along this journey so far. I’m learning that the first draft doesn’t have to be perfect, it doesn’t even have to be that good, as long as the story and characters are evolving. I don’t have to make it great before I move on, I can tell the story and polish it later.

Once again, my characters have surprised me by making me tell THEIR story, not mine. Whenever I try and force them somewhere they don’t want to go, those stubborn little figments of my imagination dig their heels in and throw a hissy fit. I spent two days scribbling in a notebook various possiblities for the plot until they finally yelled “That’s the way we want you to go!”

And I confirmed to myself that I’m a people pleaser. When my friends stopped asking me about my word count after I’d come home exhausted from a conference, I let myself slack off. But when I started posting my progress and people started prodding me on I forced my muse to come out of hiding and made my way back from a 4800 word deficit.

Now the end is in sight it’s time to steady my nerves, take a deep breath and kick that ball through the posts…um, pound those keys until I reach my goal!

Of Brains and Words and Epitaphs…

I’m wondering where my brain went today. It seems to have wandered off. Perhaps its lingering in the remaining powdered sugar from the Dunkin Donuts I indulged in over the weekend. All I know is, I can’t find it.

This brain abandonment always occurs after a writer’s conference and that’s where I was this past weekend. I kibitzed with other writers, listened to interesting lectures and I sat down with editors to discuss my various manuscripts. The angst alone of those meetings is enough to send my brain underground. Throw in the lack of sleep and the abundance of people and I’ll be lucky to find my mind before Christmas.

On the plus side, I got lots of good feedback, insights and new avenues to pursue. A small publishing house, Written Word Communications, is interested in looking at my novel Deborah: Woman of Flames. Another contact insisted I try my hand at writing screenplays and helped to rekindle my desire to do theater again.

But now it’s back to reality and I must find my muse again. The NaNoWriMo count awaits and I’m two days behind. No matter what the future may hold, I have to remember the goals of the past and get back to writing my story.

Maybe I need another donut…

Deadlines, To-Do Lists and Other Obligations

A few weeks ago I signed up for NaNoWriMo- National Novel Writing Month. I thought if I pledged on-line to write 50,000 words in the month of November it might actually spur my creative juices. Awaken my muse, as it were.

So far, as the start day approaches, my muse has remained in a comatose state. I think she’s begun the hibernation process, fearing the coming winter.

In addition to my slacker muse, my life has suddenly become incredibly busy. My job, which had been down to one afternoon a week, now needs me for several days a week. My daughter, an ice skater, has a competition coming up, which means extra practices. Early practices…waaaaaay before the sun rises ice times. I’ll also be out of town for several days at a conference. And then of course, there’s the realization that Thanksgiving is only three weeks away.

And so I ask this question, will this full calendar make or break me? I will actually have to schedule time to write and force myself to sit down at my lap top at those times if I even hope to reach the 50,000 word goal. It will mean not vegging out on FaceBook when I have an hour off, but being vigilant to piece thoughts together into a story. I’ll have to wake up earlier or stay up a little later than normal if I even hope to meet the goal.

It’s been a long time since I’ve put myself in this kind of situation. I’m hoping that by stating my goal “in public” as it were, I’ll have even more incentive to keep it. It used to be, when I was younger and more foolish, that I thrived on deadlines. They inspired me greatness. Now they give me heartburn. But I vow to persevere!

How about y’all? Do you work best under the pressure of deadlines and goals or does your creativity flow when you have time to let it percalate? Drop me a line and let me know!

My Bucket List

Ever since I saw the “I Love Lucy” episode where Lucille Ball joined a group of women stomping grapes I’ve had a secret desire to do the same.  Something about getting to mash food with my bare feet appealed to my inner child.

I got to fulfill that childhood fantasy last Saturday when my husband and I participated in a “Grape Stomping” contest at a local winery during their “Harvest Festival” celebration. Four teams gathered atop a flatbed wagon and wooden tubs were filled with about twenty pounds of grapes. One person of the team (me!) stepped into the tub while the other person (my husband) held a plastic pitcher below the tub’s spout. We had three minutes to stomp away at the slippery fruit and try to get as much juice into the pitchers as we could. I’m proud to inform you all that WE WON!!! I pulvarized those purple balls and my husband kept the spigot clean so that all our juice poured out!

To answer some frequently asked questions after the event-no the grapes weren’t cold, the stems didn’t hurt my feet and my toes weren’t permanently colored purple.

Of course, I have much bigger goals to accomplish on my true “Bucket List” before the Lord brings me home-visit Israel and Egypt, get a novel published, hike a mountain (a small one!) But stomping grapes really had been something I’d always wanted to experience and I had a blast doing it.

So what little thing have you always wanted to do but never had the chance? Learn to juggle or tap dance? Take a class in basket weaving? Bake a four tiered chocolate layer cake? Jot me a line and let me know. And then maybe look for the opportunity to accomplish that goal. It sure is a lot of fun! Now if I can just figure out how to use the experience in one of my stories…

Goals Are Not Just For Soccer Balls

The FIFA soccer championship has been over now for weeks and yet I’m still pondering something. Would I be better at setting and working toward my goals if I had a stadium filled with people to cheer me on?

Writing is such a solitary process. We sit for hours at our computers and type out our stories. Sometimes I just sit while I contemplate a plot turn or character (my husband calls this napping, I prefer Ann Lamont’s term “wool gathering.”) But it’s not like we have a crowd of people gathered around us and urging us on to finish the next chapter.

It seems like whenever I do set a goal  I become my own worst enemy. I plan on writing 5 pages a day and somehow I hit a wall at 4. Try as I might, everything I write on the fifth page is worthless drivel. Perhaps if I hired a rabid “writing” fan I could manage a game saving head shot at the final buzzer and get that last page done, shimmering with symbolism and hyperbole.  The critics would go wild and my readers would weep with joy.

But alas, it’s not to be. I must play this writing game alone. I must dodge the opponents of writer’s block and laundry and cross that finish line to my own applause.

Maybe I’ll buy a vuvuzela  just to cheer myself on…