Jessica Ferguson

Author, Writing Coach, Speaker

IWSG: Don’t Leave Me Hanging!

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It’s Insecure Writer’s Support Group day!
Our Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds! We post the first Wednesday of every month. Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.

 

The awesome co-hosts for the December 4 posting of the IWSG are Ronel, Deniz, Pat Garcia,Olga Godim, and Cathrina Constantine!

 

December 4 question – Do you write cliffhangers at the end of your stories? Are they a turn-off to you as a writer and/or a reader?

Stories? As in books? Well, I guess it doesn’t matter because I won’t read something that isn’t finished. Cliffhangers at the end of a story implies (to me) that the story isn’t finished and I’ll have to purchase the next issue. If I’m not forewarned that the story is continuing through several more books (or issues), yeah, I’ll probably be ticked.

That being said, I do read series books. For example stories about siblings—and the reader meets all of them in the first book. A vague hint of each sibling’s problem are in each book. A good example would be Tina Radcliffe’s series books. Her Hearts of Oklahoma series is my favorite, but she also has the Lazy M Ranch series that I’m savoring now. I’ll read her romances without even glancing at the back cover blurb. Her characterization and story telling skills are excellent. 

I did read a Brenda Novak series where the thread of a crime wasn’t solved until the last book but there were clues throughout each book. It was well-done. 

And thinking back on my younger days, I bought a lot of magazines and read stories that continued through several issues. I wouldn’t do that today. I don’t have the patience for waiting and probably couldn’t remember to purchase the next issue. Or am I plagued with instant gratification?

But it doesn’t really matter what I like or dislike or what I think, if the writer can make it work s/he should go for it. But have thick skin just in case the criticism hits. After 50+ years, I have to say my skin still isn’t nearly thick enough. And way too often I pay attention to what isn’t said. I guess you might call that paranoia! 

That’s it until next month. Good writing and Merry Christmas to all of you.

Where’s The Joy … in AI?

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Here we are again, the first Wednesday of the month—a meeting of the Insecure Writers Support Group.

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds
Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.
The awesome co-hosts for the March 6 posting of the IWSG are Kristina Kelly, Miffie Seideman,Jean Davis, and Liza @ Middle Passages!

I’m going to skip right to the optional question.

Have you “played” with AI to write those nasty synopses, or do you refuse to go that route? How do you feel about AI’s impact on creative writing? 

I don’t know much about AI except what I’ve seen on the news and read from other authors. Out of curiosity I took a FREE course from Joseph Michael and found AI fascinating. But to what end? If I create a book through AI, how can I enjoy the creative process, the actual writing? Oh, I know what they’re telling us but to me the creative process is a lot more than putting plot points, descriptions, themes into a few blanks and asking AI to spit out my book.

Looking back on my writing life, here’s my reasoning:

Writing and selling and publishing was so much more fun (for me) when I had nothing but a typewriter, some white-out and a ream of paper. Every month I’d rush to the library to read the latest Writer’s Digest and The Writer. I’d immediately turn to the Market section so I could see who wanted short stories or poetry. When I created what I thought they wanted I stuck the manuscript into a brown envelope, tucked another inside (SASE) and mailed it at the post office. Then I waited, and waited and waited until finally a brown envelope addressed to me in my own handwriting came back to me. Sometimes it had an acceptance letter. Way too often it held my rejected manuscript with a “Thanks but this doesn’t work for us!”

But, Oh what fun to wait. What suspense! What anticipation! What hope!

How wonderful it was to take a 200 page manuscript to the post office and have the clerk weigh it. Off to the publisher it went. One manuscript didn’t come back to me for an entire year!

Today, we email our manuscripts and we seldom get a response unless it’s an acceptance. Nine times out of ten we never get a rejection that says “Thanks but no thanks.” We never SEE the handwriting of an editor or get a “This doesn’t work but send something else.” No notes of encouragement that we can actually read 40 or 50 years later. (I’m laughing here!)

Where’s the encouragement in no response? You’re probably wondering where I’m going with this …

We have computers now that will correct our words for us, unlike when I started writing. Often I had to retype the entire page, sometimes the entire manuscript. You know what? I didn’t mind. I loved typing. I loved writing. I had a vision, a cause, a dream, a purpose.

So if AI takes my last joy away from me … the actual plotting, planning, creating … what do I have left?

As fascinated as I was by the AI course I took, I’ll have to pass. For me, creating is fun. ALL the creating. The daydreaming, the planning, the plotting, the writing … it all gives me joy. It teaches me. It gives me purpose. And believe it or not, I always have enough hope to get me from one rejection to another.

But the promotion? Oh, now that’s a different story. AI … let’s talk!

 

Happy New Year, Insecure Writer’s Support Group

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Hello my Insecure Writers Support Group, and happy 2024. I saw the new year in by watching six episodes of Person of Interest. Now I’m hooked.

Hey, I’ve missed you!

I’ve rejoined IWSG and hope to ease my way back into blogging.

This is what we’re all about:

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day.  We talk about our doubts and the fears. We discuss our struggles and triumphs. We also offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling.

Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.

The awesome co-hosts for the January 3 posting of the IWSG are Joylene Nowell Butler, Olga Godim, Diedre Knight, and Natalie Aguirre!

Our optional question this month is a good one and I’m interested in how others answer it.  

Do you follow back your readers on BookBub or do you only follow back other authors?

 In a nutshell, if someone follows me, I’ll follow them. Unless they’re some weird person claiming to be a doctor and/or wearing a uniform. You know, those guys who hang out on FB and Instagram?

That’s my answer. I’ll be back in a day or two with a new blogpost. Hopefully, I can make this a habit … again.

Once again, Happy New Year!

IWSG: The Mentor

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It’s IWSG DAY! 

We post the first Wednesday of every month and our purpose is to share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds.

 Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.

Our awesome co-hosts for the February 2 posting of the IWSG are Joylene Nowell Butler,Jacqui Murray, Sandra Cox, and Lee Lowery!

Every month, we announce a question that members can answer in their IWSG post—always optional.

February 2 question – Is there someone who supported or influenced you that perhaps isn’t around anymore? Anyone you miss? 

There is one person very dear to my heart who encouraged my writing—my English/creative writing teacher at Stephen F. Austin University. I took several classes from him and wrote my first novel in an independent studies class for him. He never failed to encourage me, tell me the truth and ask what I was working on. Sometimes I’d go to his office to talk writing with him and share rejection slips because he was a writer too, with poems and short fiction published. I guess you could say I trusted him with the voices in my head that wanted to be on paper.

To this very day, I hear Dr. Fred A. Rodewald’s voice in my head. Mainly, he’s telling my characters to, “Think! Think! Think!”

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When he read my first novel he pointed out that I had failed with what was called back then the action, reaction thing. When my main character acted, she needed to think afterwards. After all, one doesn’t shoot someone, or push a man over a ledge without thinking afterwards? Right?

I think my character went through 150 pages without much introspection. I finally mastered it, but later in my writing life so many of my contest judges criticized my introspection. Too much, too much, too much! they often said. I suppose there’s a happy balance in everything, even thinking.

I’ve studied writing just about all my life. Even back in the 70s I knew that one never sent out a messy manuscript that had strike-overs. Don’t know what that is? We old folks typed our books on typewriters. Every correction and rewrite was like starting from scratch. Invariably, corrections usually changed the page numbers by pushing a paragraph onto another page. Writing in the “old” days was a chore. Only those who truly loved it stuck with it.

My friend and mentor, Fred, would strike over the letters to correct the typo; he wouldn’t erase it or use whiteout. I often wondered if he mailed out his short fiction with those strike-overs, but I never asked. Do we know how blessed we are that we don’t have to do that any more–or deal with Whiteout? Boy! I do!

Dr. Rodewald and I traded letters for a good number of years, keeping each other informed of failures and successes. He’s been retired for a number of years but he still lives in Nacogdoches, Texas. He no longer writes. I like to visualize him sitting on his back porch creating poems and short stories (even novels) in his head because a real writer never quits writing. He always considered me a real writer, and I appreciated that. That was the greatest encouragement of all. In my eyes, he was a real writer too.

Fred gave me his one and only mystery novel to do with what I please. It’s about a man searching for his daughter. I still have it—somewhere.

To do with what I please.

What does one do with someone else’s novel?

It’s IWSG Day: Our Fear & Regret

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Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

HOW IT BEGAN: 

Alex J. Cavanaugh, the founder, noticed a lot of blog posts from writers mentioning their doubts, concerns, and lack of confidence. He also saw the positive replies they received and realized that the writing community offered an abundance of support. Writers want to see other writers succeed, which is how he came up with the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.

We post on the first Wednesday of each month. Check out our membership.

The awesome co-hosts for the January 5 posting of the IWSG are Erika Beebe, Olga Godim, Sandra Cox, Sarah Foster, and Chemist Ken!

Every month we have an optional question and they always make me put my thinking cap on and examine my writing life. This month IWSG is asking:

 What’s the one thing about your writing career you regret the most? Were you able to overcome it?

The one thing I regret the most when it comes to my writing career is my lack of confidence, or maybe not taking myself seriously. Or maybe even taking myself too seriously. They all three might go hand in hand. Seems I’ve always doubted and denigrated my abilities in an effort to prepare myself for failure. For some reason, I have always expected to fail.

Looking back and analyzing my lack of confidence, I can identify spurts of bravery popping periodically out of the blue. Like when I learned that Southern Writers Magazine needed a writer, I had a spurt of confidence and applied. Only afterwards did I hit my forehead and ask, “What have I done? Am I crazy?” I wrote for them for almost seven years.

Another spurt of bravery was when the entire staff walked out on a local magazine editor; my daughter and I walked in as if we knew what we were doing. The bi-weekly folded a year later, but we had an entire year of creating a magazine, interviewing city and government officials and business owners. Such a wonderful but hectic experience. That spurt of confidence paid off.

My spurts of confidence are sparse. I’m truly a “NO” person. When I’m asked to do something I always say ‘no’ first, then analyze, visualize the situation like a play in my head. I suppose that’s my so-called dress rehearsal.

Once I was asked to replace a speaker at a conference. I immediately said no. Hubby reminded me that this was something I’d always wanted so I called them back and accepted. I’d spoken at small conferences before but this one was a one-room conference with almost 100 people. Fear and dread consumed me but it was one of the best experiences of my life.

Another “no” came about when the director of a continuing education department of a nearby university asked me to create a writing program. No, no, and double no! Why would he think I could do such a thing? When he asked again and again, I finally said yes. What fun creating classes for writers to take, even teaching one!

When the music director at my church asked me to write a Christmas play I said no, but then God gave me an idea and I sat down and wrote the first act. Of course, I had to call her back. I’ll never forget the thrill of watching my characters come to life on stage.

I don’t tell you this to brag but to share the torture I put myself through—needlessly. Lacking confidence and saying NO out of fear is one of the most miserable feelings one can have. It’s almost painful!

Think about it: If fear of failure keeps us safe then it also keeps us from success. If we protect ourselves by saying no, if we don’t value and use the talent God gave us or take advantage of opportunities He hands us, then where are we?

Some day we might be wrapping ourselves in regret because time has passed us by.

Let’s make 2022 work for us. Let’s make a point to accomplish something on a monthly basis. If you’ve never submitted anything for publication to anyone, promise yourself you’ll do it soon. Getting one thing published will boost your confidence so much, you’ll want to submit again and again and again.

And the second part of that question … was I able to overcome it? Nope! I’m no braver than I was five, ten or fifteen years ago. I just swallow my fear …

GULP!

 

IWSG Day: Christmas is a-Coming

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I hate to say it but IWSG Day slipped up on me this month. I can hardly believe it’s December 1st. The days are flying by so fast, if I don’t keep a calendar near me I’m a goose, totally lost. So here goes with this month’s post:
Our purpose is: To share and encourage. It’s our pleasure to offer assistance and guidance. IWSG is a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!
We post the first Wednesday of every month. That is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. This group is all about connecting!Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!
Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.
The awesome co-hosts for the December 1 posting of the IWSG are PJ Colando,Diane Burton,Louise – Fundy Blue,Natalie Aguirre, and Jacqui Murray!

Every month, we announce a question that our members can answer. These questions may prompt us to share advice, insight, a personal experience or story. The question is ALWAYS optional.

December 1 question – In your writing, what stresses you the most? What delights you?

What stresses me the most? Deadlines and a blank mind.

What delights me? Deadlines and a germ of an idea.

Writing is exciting and fun. If we can’t take pleasure in every aspect of it, what’s the point? After all, isn’t it a little like volunteering for our favorite charity? We’re the volunteer and the charity is the reading world. If we think of it that way, maybe we’ll take some of the pressure off. It’s our game, people. Let’s love it!

That’s all I’ve got for you today but I want to wish you a very wonderful Christmas. I pray you have God’s peace as we celebrate the birth of Jesus.

Oh, before I forget: I have some good news to share as soon as I can, and would love for you to sign up for my newsletter. Yep, I was instructed to create a newsletter. I’ve been putting it off for a couple of years but the time has come. I promise I won’t pepper you daily or weekly. I don’t have that much to say, but you can expect to hear from me about once a month. Take this journey with me … One way or another, it’s going to be exciting.

Merry Christmas, my IWSG friends!

IWSG Day: With the End in Mind

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We’re here for another Insecure Writer’s Support Group Day. We blog on the first Wednesday of each month to share our thoughts and offer encouragement to any and all writers.

We hope you’ll join us on our Facebook page, Instagram and the different member blogs. Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.

The awesome co-hosts for the October 6 posting of the IWSG are Jemima Pett, J Lenni Dorner,Cathrina Constantine,Ronel Janse van Vuuren, and Mary Aalgaard!

 

Every month we have an optional question. Here it is: 

In your writing, where do you draw the line, with either topics or language?

 

For the past 25 years I’ve concentrated on clean or Christian fiction so the line is drawn for me. I want to use my gifts and talents to point nonbelievers to the Lord through the actions of my characters. I enjoy writing material that I can share with family and friends—even my pastor— without being embarrassed by its content.

Psalm 19:14

May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.

Many writers believe they have to use profanity in their thrillers, mysteries, horror fiction etc. because everyone curses in real life. Mmmm, that’s not exactly true. Many of us have left the potty mouth behind and see no reason to resurrect it even for our characters. We’ve learned there are other ways to show frustration, violence, rage, stupidity, and evil without using a curse, especially taking God’s name in vain!

Exodus 20:7

“You shall not misuse the name of the LORD your God, for the LORD will not hold anyone guiltless who misuses his name.

Several years ago I belonged to a critique group that met once a week at a local coffee shop. One day we were discussing a story that had God’s name in vain a time or two. One of our writers handed the manuscript to the author and said: “I can’t read this. I don’t want to put that in my mind. I would hate to die with that word having passed through my lips, or in my mind or heart.”

She offered this in front of nine or ten other writers, and I remember thinking how brave she was, and wishing I’d been that bold for Christ. She died unexpectantly a few weeks later.

I think of her often and how she stood up for her beliefs.

Matthew 15:10-11

Jesus called the crowd to him and said, “Listen and understand. What goes into someone’s mouth does not defile them, but what comes out of their mouth, that is what defiles them.”

I think we all agree that writing, creating our stories is fun, but it’s also hard work. But honestly, in the grand scheme of things …

I hope we all choose our words wisely—with the end in mind. Of course you realize, I’m not talking about the end of our stories and books.

Matthew 12:36-37

But I tell you that everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned.

IWSG Day: Favorite Craft Books

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The days and months are flying. It’s August already–another IWSG day. The purpose of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group is to share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

Our awesome co-hosts are PK Hrezo, Cathrina Constantine, PJ Colando, Kim Lajevardi, and Sandra Cox!

August 4 question always option is:  What is your favorite writing craft book? Think of a book that every time you read it you learn something or you are inspired to write or try the new technique. And why?

I think you’ll agree there are so many good craft books and we can learn from all of them. But let me ask how you read a craft book? From beginning to end? Spot read? Scan a paragraph here and there. Read just what you need? I have to admit I’m pretty guilty. Years ago I read a book called Writing Pop Fiction. The title alone tells you how long ago that was. 🙂 The author suggested the new writer (me) take 12 (or whatever) sheets of paper, each signifying a chapter and jot down a few things that might happen in each chapter. That pretty much helped me write my first two books and I find myself still reverting to that method when I’m having problems. But most times, I create a basic Beginning, Middle and End of my story or book. I think I learned that from Syd Field’s Screenwriting book.

When I read a craft book, I do so with a highlighter. Even if I read on my kindle, I highlight in various colors. I like to be able to revisit without reading the entire book.

One of my favorite how-to books is by Walter Mosley. I LOVE this book. I’ll quote here from my old blog: 

I love this instruction from This Year You Write Your Novel by Walter Mosley.

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Poets know that poems are songs, but few of us realize that novels are too. If there is no music to your novel, no sound, then the book will be at best incomplete. You must have a rhythm to your characters, a unique cadence to the way each one speaks, an identifiable cacophony to the world(s) they inhabit, and a beat to the story that, when varied, gives the read an almost unconscious sign of events about to unfurl.

No one will tell you how to score your novel, so that means you have to discover the music for yourself.

This little book is about 128 pages; it was wonderful from beginning to end.  When I finished This Year You Write Your Novel, I felt rejuvenated, excited about writing and anxious to get back to my own books and stories.

Another book that I find wonderful for novelists and screenwriters is The Screenwriters Bible by David Trotter.

I liked it so much I bought my writing son-in-law a copy. As you can see, I’m heavy on the highlighter here. 

Books on the craft of writing are a must, but we need to actually read good books. We can learn so much from our favorite authors. I don’t know about you, but when I read a good story with characters I like, or that fascinate me, I feel encouraged to sit down and write.

Do you read with a highlighter in your hand?  How do you study a novel?

 

 

IWSG: What Would Make You Quit Writing?

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Today, Wednesday, is Insecure Writers Support Group day.

Our Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds! Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.

The awesome co-hosts for the July 7 posting of the IWSG are Pat Garcia, Victoria Marie Lees,and Louise – Fundy Blue!

Each month we have an optional question. This month it is: What would make you quit writing?

What would make me quit writing? Last month I would have said absolutely nothing. Discouragement hasn’t done it in forty plus years; and there has certainly been plenty of discouragement. With the popularity and acceptance of Indie publishing, rejection can’t crush me the way it once did.

If those two things can’t stop me, nothing can. At least, that’s what I thought. This week I know better.

I recently signed up for a webinar called The Pleasure of the Personal Essay, offered by Jane Freidman. Our instructor was Dinty W. Moore, one of my favorites. I have his excellent book, Crafting The Personal Essay.

Hearing Dinty speak about the essay stimulated my imagination, and encouraged me. I’ve always figured the essay is short and formal—not a relaxed observation with questions and answers, ponderings and research. I never realized an essay could be book-length. Have you ever heard of a book-length essay? The White Album by Joan Didion? Heavy by Roxane Gay? How did I miss the book-length essay? Is it something I’ve forgotten?

The seventy-five minutes of Dinty W. Moore’s voice was akin to pouring fuel on smoldering coals. My mind raced with all kinds of possibilities for writing essays about things that have touched me, scared me, confused me. Actions and observations that I’m still pondering from long ago and far away.

A couple of weeks ago, I went to see my 97 year old mother who has round the clock sitters. Mom was a spit-fire in her day. A country girl from Arkansas, bright red hair and freckles, she was the oldest of ten kids. Her dad was an ordained, self-proclaimed Baptist minister. And Grandpa was totally illiterate. He couldn’t read. He couldn’t write. Often we couldn’t even understand the word he was trying to say.

Mom always said he was too mean to learn, but later, she amended that to too lazy. I suspect today we’d label him with a learning disability.

But my auditory processing Grandpa learned the Bible by making his eight daughters read to him. And from listening to an odd assortment of preachers on the radio. (His two youngest children—sons—became preachers too, though to their credit, they were educated.)

Mom was the first to leave home. After a failed marriage to her best friend’s brother, she hopped a bus and headed to Texas where she became a nurse. And while there is a much interesting story between leaving Arkansas and meeting Dad, I’ll save it for a later date.

Each time I go home to Texas from Louisiana, I wonder what I’ll encounter. Will she sleep during our entire visit? Will she know me? Will she bring up embarrassing childhood events as if they happened to someone else? She loves to tell stories about switching my little brother’s legs; she can’t quite remember popping me when I stuck my face out and backtalked her.

For seven years, I was an only child. My little brother came along when I was a first grader. Today, our mom fuzzily recognizes us.

This recent visit, she called me by name then wept, covering her face with her manicured hands. Thankfully, her sitters spoil her. She always wanted beautiful nails—she has them now.

When she looked up at me, she asked: “You’re my daughter? I’m a mother?” I couldn’t help wonder why that would surprise her.

My brother warned that she’d done the same with him. Over and over again, the ritual played out. She would cry, look at us with tears streaming down her face.

“Mom, why are you sad about that?” Even as I said the words, I wondered if I really wanted to hear her answer.

“You don’t understand,” she said in a small voice that wasn’t hers. (Mom had never owned a small voice.) “I’m different from most people. I cry when I’m happy.”

Her logic was impressive. It was the small, pitiful voice that was so disconcerting.

I’m just as disturbed by the disconnect in her mind. How can one forget children of sixty and seventy years? The intimate things shared and learned together. The fights and disagreements? How can one forget much loved shopping trips?

Oh, how I dreaded those shopping trips, just as much as I loved the new clothes. Mom touched and examined every garment, every price tag, and then went back to the beginning and touched, examined them all again, wondering, visualizing, making her decision about the wisest investment. The quality. During my growing up years, she owned two starched nurse’s uniforms, bright white, not a stain anywhere, and two dresses for church. My closet was full.

How could she forget those unique bell bottoms she bought for me, or those black leather pants? I had matching shoes for my skirts and dresses. Pointed toes. T-straps. She was a shoe lover; and I was the recipient of her love for shoes. No matter the size, if they were on sale, they were mine. My toes scrunched into six and a half narrows and I stuffed cotton and Kleenex into the eights.

When I remember the life we shared, the laughter, the tears, the anger, the disagreements, the hostility, the sacrifice … I wonder where it is in her mind? What corner of her deteriorating brain protects those memories, because she is … was … a hoarder, of sorts. She has to be saving memories somewhere, doesn’t she?

She saved tiny chunks of Dial soap in bags—just in case. Not sandwich bags, but large plastic grocery bags filled full. Just in case we became a world without Dial.

Where are her memories? Maybe we aren’t in her mind anymore, but stuffed deep down in her heart. With her love for nursing. I always thought Mom loved nursing so much more than she loved us. But in hindsight …

The second day I saw my mother, she still knew my name, but when I told her I was her daughter, she laughed. An unrecognizable giggle, not the belly laugh I grew up with. My mother never giggled in her life—at least, not during my lifetime.

“Why are you laughing, Mom?” I asked.

“Because I’m so proud of you.”

Proud of me?

She doesn’t remember the hateful words, the times I disappointed her. She doesn’t recall her continuous sacrifice that couldn’t possibly have been fun. Sacrifice was something she did without thinking, for her family. Her second nature.

“I’m so proud of my children.”

Just like in the old days, through tears and laughter, we love each other.

For four days, we entertained each other with foreign dialogue that neither of us understood, and I came away knowing more about myself, my own life. Asking myself hard questions that may or may not have decent answers. I know one thing for certain: When asked what can make me quit writing, the answer will be … will always be …

I’ll write forever, until my children sit beside me and I look at them in dismay and ask: “You’re my children and … I’m a writer?”

 

IWSG Day: Shelving Your Work

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Welcome to June, and another IWSG meeting. We appreciate Alex J. Cavanaugh and his gang who make certain IWSG runs smoothly. IWSG posts the first Wednesday of each month. Find the entire list of participants here. 

Our purpose is to share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.

The awesome co-hosts for this June 2 posting of the IWSG are J Lenni Dorner, Sarah Foster,Natalie Aguirre, Lee Lowery, and Rachna Chhabria!

Our optional question this month is:

For how long do you shelve your first draft, before reading it and re-drafting? Is this dependent on your writing experience and the number of stories/books under your belt? 

I sometimes shelve my work for years but I don’t think that is actually shelving. That’s probably closer to procrastination or losing interest. But to answer the question, for me every story is different. I guess my answer depends on how excited I feel about the story, how rough a draft it is, and if I’ve written it for a publisher, a magazine or a contest. Maybe it’s even a gut feeling thing.

As mentioned in a previous post, I have a series of four novellas that I wrote several years ago in quick succession. I haven’t looked at them since. I even made a Pinterest page for each one. I’m sure if and when I get back to them I’ll be appalled at the convoluted mess, or excited for the challenge. I’m hoping for the latter.

When it comes to revision, sometimes I’ll revise as I go, and then I’ll put the story aside for a few weeks.

I call myself an intuitive writer. Some of my books and stories spill out of me while others require an outline. Don’t ask me why. I think each story sort of has a life of its own and “tells” me how it wants to be treated. That sounds weird, doesn’t it, but I’ll bet some of you know what I mean.

I come from a journalism background so I’ve taught myself to write pretty fast. There usually isn’t a lot of “shelf” time when you write for newspapers or biweekly magazines. That’s helped my fiction writing, but it usually means more revision. Writing fast is great for just getting the story down.

For the past several days, I’ve been playing around with plottr. I think I talked about it in my previous blogpost. I’m really enjoying “constructing” my newest book and plottr is helping me pull together the middle where I often flounder.

If any if you have a manuscript that took off on so many rabbit trails that you lost your way, I encourage you to give plottr a try. I’ll bet you can get that novel back on track using their 30 day free version. And then, you’ll want to buy!

Now, a bit of good news I want to share: I entered a “hook” contest that Books and Such Literary Management sponsored in celebration of their 25th anniversary. The hook had to be 25 words or less. Today I learned I’m one of 25 semifinalist out of 317 submissions. I won a $10 Starbucks gift card and I’m invited to send a proposal based on my hook to them by June 15th.

How fun is that?

I’m curious: do you submit to contests? If so, what kind?