Hey everyone! I'm happy to report I had a nap. This means my cranky little temper-tantrum has dissipated... for now!
Here is my "problem." Last April, I was at this really strange place in my life. Everything was monotonous, lackluster even. I had been reading so much, that I started to fall into that "why can't my life be this interesting," sort of place. So... then I pick up this series of books, and I kept thinking... oh my goodness. I could write this. It wasn't that great of a book, yet somehow, this person had managed to get it published. Then I picked up another series of shorts that gave me the same feeling.
I'm the type of person sets her mind to do something, and I push through it and make it happen. Unless I get overwhelmed and then that's a whole different issue.
Moving on. I wake up one day, and decide I'm just going to do it. I literally outlined the whole book and wrote 2 chapters that day. Being a mom of 3, it's hard to find time to write, but I had managed to write around 65,000 words in a month and I had never written in this context before.
Originally it became and escape for me. A place to go and create and control everything. Then, I had to figure out what I was going to do with this fabulous escape from reality once I was done with it.
A lot of things happen in life in the interim and I have to set my book to the side for several months. January first comes around and I decide "Okay, 2013. Bring it on, because I am going to finish that darn book." I write a ton. Happy, happy... joy, joy.
ENTER AW....
"You can't start a book with a dream." "It's just cliche to introduce your character in a reflection." "Seriously? Another vampire book? Those things are so over done. Nothing new."
Tear, tear... cry, cry. I thought it was amazing and apparently there are all these unwritten rules. I give up. Writing is just not for me.
INSERT NAP...
Okay, Miranda. Why did you start writing? For the escape. For the pleasure. For the accomplishment. Oh yeah. SO what do the rules matter? They don't. I'm gonna go fish my book, out of that frog with a tails mouth, hang it out to dry, and be damn proud of the work that I put into it, breaking all the rules and loving every minute of it.
The END.