Retracing Your Steps



There several parts of the writing process I enjoy most. Of course, the initial idea is the best part, and I feel, is the most crucial. The story pops into your head and boom off you go to get a few words down so you don’t forget. There’s huge excitement because in your mind this is a great story. You outline, and plot and do all the things you feel have to be done to get the story out. Rarely does the story ever develop the way we envisioned. That’s the work, getting your brain to connect with your fingers so the scene in your head can translate into paper/screen. But sometimes in the excitement of getting it all out, you miss a step or two. I try really hard to write on and edit later because my focus is on the ending, but sometime you can’t help it and the rewriting process starts before half the dang thing if finished. You retrace your steps because at some point in chapter 10 things just don’t fit. Something is off, the sequence of the story took a turn, and you can’t figure out how to get it back on track.

Every story has timelines and sometimes the timelines themselves don’t work well. My current WIP spans almost a year, so there are a lot of blanks that need to be filled. You get point A and B sorted out the way you want it, it’s almost perfect. However somewhere along the way, you completely miss point C and head right to D. This isn’t always a bad thing, but I suppose you have to be willing to explain some things, like what happened between point B and D, there are a lot of unnecessary blanks here now. The reasons should be there, I am after all the one writing the story, I should know. I’m not great and divulging reasons, even in my life I’m not good at excuses. I got stuck, not like writer’s block, this is different, this is much worse because now I don’t know where the story is going. As a writer, I’ve learned that it’s imperative that I have patience. Your state mind has to be in such a place that you allow those creative juices to flow. So with my patience in tow, I went back to the beginning. I reread, rewrote, edited, and moved around paragraphs and added some new ones to make the pieces fit. The gap was just too much and it didn’t make sense to me as I read the chapters I already had. this whole job of trying to get it right was sort of like starting over, which sucks because it’s a major setback, but sometimes you have to retrace your steps to make it all makes sense.



I Have An Office!


Over the past few months I have been looking for a place in my home I could call my work space. Since I started on this crazy road to become a writer, my office was located in the kitchen. My desk was either the kitchen table or the kitchen island. This was ideal considering the coffee maker was two steps away and always full for my benefit. I did read somewhere that caffeine and wine are a writer’s best friends, a statement I have to agree with.

 Last fall things got a little crazy and I got bogged down and neglected my writing. I needed to regroup and really think about this writing journey. Writing isn’t easy; it sure as hell does nothing to boost your confidence level. Never in my whole life have I felt so exposed. The words I write come from me after all and to some extent the way I feel or have felt at some point or another. My mind reels with the characters I invent and the story I want to tell, so I decided to give this writing thing my all—not that I haven’t been—and create that space I craved. A few months ago my two older boys decided they wanted to share a bedroom, so this left one of our four bedrooms empty. So the interior designer in me took a trip to Ikea and walked out with a book shelf that would look nice in an empty bedroom. A desk that was gathering dust in the basement made a very bumpy trip to the second floor and its new home. An old dresser, that I will tackle in the summer time to match the decor became a filing cabinet. All this hoping that having a small sanctuary in my home will inspire me to finish what I set to do a year ago. Write a novel. The only downfall to this new office is that the coffee and the wine are too far…


Tell me: Do you have a special place at home? A place where you can go to, shut the door and write away?