Too Busy to Write?
What do you do when you are too busy to write?
There comes a time in every writer’s life when real life takes precedence over the unreal life you are creating with your pen or computer. Things like daughters getting married and needing to find an outfit; family visiting; planning a much-needed vacation and just catching up on chores.
You try to take time out for yourself. Easier said than done. There are still blogs to post (google bots don’t know the meaning of being exhausted and will penalize you if they don’t see something on your usual posting day) pages to critique, laundry to be done and sore knees to rest.
You do the best you can and hope it’s good enough. One smart lady once told me this aphorism “This too shall pass.” She was right.
What do you do when you feel overwhelmed?
Fear of Success or Just Plain Old Fear can be a Good Thing
When I began offering creative writing classes earlier this year I was afraid …
- afraid that no one would attend
- afraid that whoever attended would be disappointed
- afraid that I would have to close shop after one session
- afraid that I’d fail
That fear of success, (some people might call it fear of failure) almost stopped me from starting. But I shoved it away and told myself I’d try for one session and see what would happen.
The result: I have a core group of incredible people who are not only terrific writers, they bring me purpose and focus each week as I parse through their submissions and see how I can enhance them. My fear of success (or failure) is slowly leaving me. Que sera, sera said Doris Day in that old song that really dates me. But the phrase is true. What will be, will be. The only power we have in our hands is how we live our lives. We may have fear of success or fear of failure, but how we approach it is what matters.
I’ve had great reviews from the writers who have joined Beyond-the-Lamppost and I am so grateful for the wonderful feedback they have given me.
Thank you Beyond-the-Lamppost Writers.
Research for A Coconut Moon
Part of the fun of writing a novel like A COCONUT MOON is the research I have to do. The best research of all would be for me to return to India and sashay through all the places that I love and remember. Alas, that’s not to be.
But there is such a thing as the wonderful Internet through which you can get a virtual tour of practically anywhere and anything. Today, I’ve enjoyed taking a virtual train trip on Indian Railways remembering the chai wallahs who plied me with “chai, chai, garam chai” – what people around here now call “chai tea. I’ve given up trying to explain that ‘chai’ means ‘tea’ in Hindi.
On the train from Bombay to Calcutta I would order my chai on any station that the train stopped and it would be handed to me through the bars on the window: hot, milky, sweet and spiced with cardamoms and best of all it came in little clay pots called chattees.
I would marvel about them as the train choo-chooed its way across the vast interior of India called the Deccan. That’s because the shape of the chattees changed from the west of India where they were long and conical to short and squat as we approached West Bengal.
You slurped down the tea and flung the chattee out the window to break against the railway ties … the original, disposal cup.
If you’ve enjoyed this taste of India, let me know.