Talking Out Loud: So… What’s Next?

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Now that my first story for 2019 is out, I honestly don’t know what’s next. I’m too busy procrastinating doing everything else but start a new book or finish the one I’ve been procrastinating about.

That’s not to say I’m not writing. I’m writing.

Kinda.

There’s The Replacement Fiancee that I just swore on Twitter that I’d set aside until way later because I lost my grip on the story and I had no idea who the heroine really is. She actually started out being a successful programmer who is so used to technology that when she finds herself face to face with a wood stove, she has no clue how to get the fire going.

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I said “going,” not started. She can start it alright. She just can’t get it going warm and hot.

But somewhere along the way, I questioned everything about her, wondering if I’m being too ambitious about my heroine being SO accomplished, and so she became this clueless, hapless socialite who can’t light a stove to save her life (or figure out her life, for that matter).

But the programmer heroine is having none of the change and she wants back in and there, I think, lies my conundrum with the story. While the muse of the story (the programmer) has been trying to get back into the pages, I’ve been busy pushing her out and shaping her to be someone else, the abovementioned socialite. It’s the same struggle I go through now when I write my stories: do I write to market or write what I really want to write? Because let’s face it, writing the stories I want to write hasn’t helped my sales numbers lately.

But in the end, it’s all about Kondo-ing this part of my life. I need to keep the things that spark joy, as Marie Kondo says, even if I have to talk out loud on my blog to do it.

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Find Joy in the Ordinary

I received this the other day from friend/blogger, Chell Writes, and it’s sitting in front of one of my monitors which means I see it every day.  And that’s a good thing because sometimes I forget to do just that: find joy in the ordinary.

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If you look closely, you’ll see Loving Riley’s brand new chapter peeking on the screen!

For a writer, writing what’s “ordinary” is actually quite difficult. Sometimes, the ordinary things are the ones that make me smile; no explanations needed.  My son’s smile in the morning as I drag him out of bed to get him ready for school, a quiet morning in front of my laptop as I type out the words of my heroes and heroines even if some days they leave me an emotional mess (I’m looking at you, Ashe Hunter). Ordinary is a rose blooming on one of the rose bushes I have left still thriving out of the original dozen plants I bought from a catalog so many years ago, having moved house after house through the years yet one still gives me such gorgeous blooms outside my window.  Ordinary is the smell of the Christmas tree I had to un-decorate the other day so I could set it outside on the patio to await trash day next week.  Ordinary is taking my little dog for her walk.

So find joy in the ordinary today and everyday.  It’s there.