The Seven Healthy Habits of Happy Writers

The Seven Healthy Habits of Happy Writers


The Seven Healthy Habits of Happy Writers

Posted: 02 Aug 2011 05:00 AM PDT

"I'm not happy, Bob. Not happy." (Name this movie in the comments!)

Want to be a happy writer? Some days this seems like an impossible task. Writing is hard, that's for darn sure, and it seems like the moments of creativity and inspiration are few and far between. Want to know how to feed that muse and keep the work coming? Here are the top seven tips:

1. Don't Procrastinate

Watching that deadline creep up stinks. Watching it pounce and devour you whole is even worse! The best way to avoid sloppy work and last minute late nights is to pace yourself. Nobody wants to create crappy work, let alone publish or sell it. Give yourself a few more days than you think you need to be sure you have plenty of time to get everything done. You never know what's going to happen, and it's always best to be prepared.

Set a pace for yourself and stick to it. If there's a certain time of day in which you work best, set aside that time as writing time. Be sure you don't overwhelm yourself, though, and give yourself the occasional day off. Sometimes writing when you're tearing your hair out just isn't doing any good, and it can't be helping your hair either. I write two pages in my novel everyday, but I allow myself the occasional break on weekends and holidays. I write during the same time (on the bus, about the only time I can spare), and it works for me! Find the time, place, and pace that will work for you.

2. Write Down EVERYTHING

And when I say everything, I mean everything! Jot down all those moments of inspiration, whenever they come. Make sure you have an organized folder or notebook for all your ideas. I use a document on my laptop so I can copy and paste. It's also a good idea to keep a notepad beside your bed for all those random tidbits that hit you in the night. I can think of many times when I've lost ideas that had potential just because I was too tired to walk across the room. These habits are good to have for all those ideas that come at you unexpectedly. You never know where brilliance will strike! And one of the keys to being a great writer is being observant. Pay attention to conversations overheard or beautiful scenes that take you in. Write these things down. I also find the more that I'm working on one project, the more my subconscious works on it, too. I'll have ideas come at me from nowhere, and I'll be frantically grabbing a pen, scribbling to get the ink running, and getting down the idea before I forget it. Some thoughts I end up using, some I don't, but it's always nice to have them stored.

3. Outline

Some people will cringe at this one, and I concede that outlining may not be for everyone, but it sure works for me. Outlining will save you loads of time and make the writing process easier during that first rough draft. I've outlined my entire novel, and I make an outline of every post, article, or paper that I write before I start that introduction. That way, once the pen's on the paper or the fingers are on the keyboard, you know exactly what you're going to say and the directions you're going to take. Don't be afraid to deviate from your outline if inspiration strikes (note previous tip), but it's always a good idea to have a roadmap of where you're going.

4. Work in a Stress-Free Zone

This may be one of the hardest habits to meet, for, if you're not a full-time writer, you may write only whenever you can squeeze a moment in. If you have the option, however, it's a great idea to find a comfortable time and place to write. Working on a piece with friends or strangers looking over your shoulder may put the pressure on and freeze up your words, so write in a place that's relaxing for you. Go to your corner with a cup of cocoa and a favorite pillow, and type away. Play music while you write, if it's not too distracting, to make it fun. If you're writing a dramatic scene in your novel, play the Lord of the Rings soundtrack to help you feel the moment. Inspire yourself with your surroundings.

5. Make Time for Yourself

At first glance, this habit may not seem like it has much to do with writing, but believe me, it does. Writing while under stress only amps up the difficulty level, and everyone needs a break. Don't beat yourself up if the words aren't flowing. Take a walk or a hike, watch a movie or read. These activities are relaxing and rejuvenating, and you may just find that once you go back to your writing, the ideas flow.

6. Write About What You Love

This habit is a sure method of getting ideas going and never losing the passion for writing. If you're writing about something you love, you probably know a lot about the subject or are excited about learning more. This will give you endless material from which to draw ideas. Writing what you love keeps the fun in writing, and you won't have to drag your feet to come back to projects. I love Molecular Biology, Fantasy, and writing, so these are the things I choose to write about.

7. Go Easy on Yourself

This is the final tip and perhaps the most important. To keep those ideas coming and to keep yourself a happy writer, it's important not to beat yourself up. The muses hate that. There's no way ideas are going to grow out of ground that's wilted! Give yourself compliments on your writing and allowances when it's not as good as it could be. Remind yourself of your successes, and keep on polishing. If you struggle to compliment yourself, have someone who loves you dole the praise out. This can be a great self-esteem boost and another motivation to get back to that piece you were wrestling that got you down in the first place. There's nothing worse than losing confidence and freezing up at the keyboard.

These things, I have found, are the best ways to ensure that you're a happy writer. Don't take my word for it; try them out! And remember, a happy writer is a productive writer, and that's what we're all aiming for. Even on the days when we don't feel like superheroes… Now, what was that movie?

I'm Jessica Flory! I love my husband and family, my dog and my books. I play the guitar, study science, and write like crazy!

Please visit me at: http://writeforlifejessicaflory.blogspot.com/

Time to MuseItUp....All Month!

Time to MuseItUp....All Month!


Time to MuseItUp....All Month!

Posted: 01 Aug 2011 09:30 AM PDT

I am very excited to announce that the entire month of September will be MuseItUp Month. What is MuseItUp Month? Well, I opened the doors of The New Author to everyone at MuseItUp publishing and they jumped at the opportunity to share information with all of you. I have a special guest scheduled for each day of September. You will be reading guest posts from authors from a wide range of genres, editors, cover artists and the publisher. The guest posts you will find during that month will vary from interviews and book samples to cover art and informative articles. In summary it will have a little bit of everything for everybody.

Below you will find a schedule of who will be appearing on that day. I have included links for many of the special guests so you can learn a little about each one before we kick things off.

Sep. 1 - Terri Main
Sep. 2 - Roseanne Dowell
Sep. 3 - Lindsay Below
Sep. 4 - Mike Arsuaga
Sep. 5 - Margay Roberge
Sep. 6 - Tricia McGill
Sep. 7 - C.K. Volnek
Sep. 8 - Viviane Bretanos
Sep. 9 - Mary Andrews
Sep. 10 - Richard Burns
Sep. 11 - Kevin Craig
Sep. 12 - Barbara Bockman
Sep. 13 - Suzannah Safi
Sep. 14 - Larriane Wills
Sep. 15 - Pat Dale
Sep. 16 - Cheryl Carpinello
Sep. 17 - Marva Dasaf
Sep. 18 - Diane Barr
Sep. 19 - Pat McDermott
Sep. 20 - J.Q. Rose
Sep. 21 - Karen Cote
Sep. 22 - Nancy Bell
Sep. 23 - Killarny Sheffield
Sep. 24 - Mike Arsuaga
Sep. 25 - Barbara Ehrentreu
Sep. 26 - Delilah Stephans
Sep. 27 - Rosalie Skinner
Sep. 28 - Rosemary
Sep. 29 - Heather Haven
Sep. 30 - Lea Schizas

As promised, I believe you will enjoy this one a great deal. I'm really excited; this is a first for me and The New Author. I know that this is only August 1st but I assure you; I have a plan. It is my intention to promote this event throughout the month of August. I will have more about this awesome event as we draw closer to September 1st.

Mark your calendars because September is going to be an amazing month.

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Looking for Home – 32

Posted: 01 Aug 2011 04:42 AM PDT

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Chapter Ten

As soon as Jonathan left for his office, M left the sanctuary of her room.  With a pad of paper and a pencil in hand, she headed out back to the poolside.

Time to get serious and put some thought into the meal she'd cater for Jonathan and his colleagues.  Kicking off her flip flops—cheap rubber with big, gaudy flowers—she curled into a chair.

She needed to take a moment and let the sound of the water, from both the pool pump and the nearby fountain, ease her twisted thoughts.  Where did she stand with Jonathan Davenport?  Last week he'd kissed her like a lover—albeit an angry one—but a lover all the same.  Then today; one moment he's calling her a friend and a little while later he's looking angry and talking about Summer and his father's other wives.  Did he lump her in with the money hungry women he obviously considered beneath him?  He couldn't.  Not if he thought of her as a friend.  He'd never once looked at her with, or treated her with, contempt.  And for all his talk of social circles, she'd never tag him as a snob.  Of course, what examples of his treatment of others did she have?  Well, there was Estelle.  He treated her with love, compassion, and tenderness.  And she was his housekeeper.  Granted, he'd known her for most of his life, but still, she was his employee.

M thought back over the last few weeks.  She'd arrived at his door looking like a bum, and he'd offered her refuge.  He'd offered his business services—free.  He'd helped her to reaffirm her abilities and restored her faith in herself.  He was giving her a chance to cater a meal.  And so many times, in so many ways, he'd proved to her that he wasn't the life sized ice sculpture she'd first thought he was.  No, for all that Jonathan wanted to trick the world—and himself—into believing he was emotionless, he disproved it time and again.

And even if she took all of those things out of the equation she'd still love him, just for the way he looked after his sister.  He never treated her like a responsibility he'd rather pawn off.  He'd taken over the role of father and applied himself to it one hundred percent.

Would he focus that kind of energy on a wife?

M shook her head, the long pigtail spilling from her crown slapping her as she did so.  She didn't have time for fairy tales.  Jonathan Davenport was the king of the castle and she was nothing more than the dirty rascal.  Did she really want to set herself up for another fall?  She'd walked—all right, she'd run—away from Stephen and decided that hermetically sealing off her heart was the safest route to go.

The sound of her pencil scratching across paper suddenly invaded her consciousness.  Unbelievable.  She'd been sitting here, her mind in the clouds, writing JD and MMM and encircling the initials with hearts.  What was she?  Twelve?

She ripped the page off, crumpled it in a ball and shoved it in the pocket of her denim cut-offs.  But hiding the proof of her thoughts didn't change them.  On some level, she knew that Jonathan was different from Stephen.  And she knew that however hard he might be fighting it, this attraction was not one-sided.  And if there was any chance of something happening between the two of them, she'd gladly put up her heart as collateral.  She'd put aside her belief that being alone for the rest of her life was the best—the safest—thing for her.

Later that night, after exhaustion overtook Alicia, and she wound down after the excitement of her day enough to sleep, M knocked on the door of Jonathan's office.

After hearing a distracted sounding "Come in," she opened the door a bit and poked her head around it.

Jonathan stood at a drafting table that hadn't been there the last time she was in this room.  He had a set of drawings spread out before him.

"Is this a bad time?"

He turned he head slightly toward her, and she caught sight of the pencil he had gripped between his teeth.  He shook his head, and motioned her in.

My moved up behind him and peeked around his arm to see what he was working on.  Wow.  It was the house she'd seen before.

"That's beautiful.  Who are you designing it for?"

He shoulders tensed slightly, and she heard him sigh.  He took the pencil out of his mouth and set it down.  "No one.  It's just something I play around with occasionally."

She caught a wistful tone in his voice and wondered at it.  "Oh?  You're very good.  You like to design things?"

He pointed her toward the couch at one end of his office, then sat at the other end of it once she'd seated herself.

He didn't say anything for a moment, just frowned, cupped the back of his neck with a palm, and gazed at a point over her shoulder.  Finally, he sighed and looked directly into her eyes.  "When I was young…when I was young I wanted to be an architect.  I didn't want to just design houses; I wanted to design something significant, something revolutionary."

He shook his head and let loose a mocking little laugh.  Then didn't say anything else.

M couldn't let it go.  "What happened?  I don't know anything about architecture, but from what I just saw, you know what you're doing.  How did you end up as an accountant?"

"I grew up."

After curling her legs up under herself, she cocked her head and bent slightly toward him.  "I don't understand.  How did growing up make you leap from architecture to accounting?"

He flopped back, resting his neck on the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling.  His hands fisted for a moment before he laced his fingers together on his stomach.

M remained silent, waiting him out.

Finally, he spoke.  "My dad was an artist.  Did you know that?"

What did that have to do with anything?  "Ah, no.  Was he famous?"  Not that that would mean anything to her.  She hadn't exactly had any education in the arts.

Jonathan shook his head.  "No. Not famous.  He mostly dabbled, but he was quite good.  Several of the paintings throughout the house are his.  He did the seascape in your room.  And the portrait of my mother in the formal dining room."

M turned around so she faced him completely, then pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her shins.  "Really?  Wow.  They're beautiful.  But, um, what does that have to do with anything?  Was he the one that didn't want you to become an architect?"

"No.  He was actually happy that I'd inherited some of his talent.  I loved to draw as a kid…"  He turned and grinned at her.  "And I don't just mean the crayon on newsprint kind of drawing, although I guess it all started there.  Give me some charcoal and I could draw free-hand for hours.  Anyway, one thing led to another.  By the time I was a teenager I'd decided I was going to get my degree in architecture."

He did a little squirming and fell silent.

"Soooo….what changed your mind?" M prompted.

A shrug, a compression of his lips, and then, "My mother died.  My parents were perfect for each other.  They loved each other.  And…well, I told you earlier.  He just went a little nuts after she died.  You have to understand, my father was a…"  He grimaced.  "…sensitive kind of guy.  Emotional.  You can see it expressed in his art.  Anyway, I don't know what happened, it's like his brain shut down one day and his heart took over.  That was okay when it was him and my mom.  It wasn't okay with the rest of them."

He still hadn't given her a direct answer, but reading between the lines, M was able to draw her own conclusions.

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