Friday, June 29, 2012

Having Confidence

The first thing I want to do this week is congratulate a fellow Author and Blogger, JW Alden, for recently having one of his works published! His short story titled, A Giant Mess of Darkness was recently featured in Ray Gun Revival. It’s a great story from a great Author and I encourage you to check it out! Congratulations, JW!


Confidence

I’ve quite often heard that I’m a confident person—that I take on any challenge and smack fear in the face. Not to seem arrogant, but I’ll agree with these observations. I don’t like standing down and I don’t like saying “I think I can’t.” It is simply not me.

This carries into my writing. I like it. I love it, even. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that there is always room for improvement. However, because I am confident in it I don’t take criticism personally. Instead, I look forward to making my writing better, and I believe it always can get better.

The problem is that I have a tendency to believe everyone has the same outlook on life that I do. Once upon a time I was pretty insecure, but it has been so long I have forgotten that confidence doesn’t always come so easily. I believe it should come naturally and, admittedly, I can grow frustrated when I hear someone say “I can’t.”

That just doesn’t make sense, I think. If you “can’t” then just keep on trying until you “can!”    

However, not everyone can switch from “can’t” to “can” with the blink of an eye. Again, I said many “I can’ts” in my day, but I forgot what “I can’t” feels like. To me, “I can’t” is quickly remedied: ignore the feeling and do the thing you need to do anyway—it’s simple!

Wrong, Randi. Time to fix that opinion of yours.

There is an upside to the opinion, though: I want everyone to be as confident as me because I want everyone to be as confident as me! Lack of confidence is not a fun thing. I believe I get frustrated because I want to help people feel better about themselves but—just like becoming more confident—it isn’t always that cut and dry.

So here’s what I am going to do: I am going to continue to encourage people. At the same time I will be more aware of their needs and not grow so frustrated. I am going to remind myself that some people need more time to overcome their insecurities and that “I can’t” can be a big, big thing to overcome.

The last thing I want to say about confidence is that I hope you know that you have every right to be a confident person and feel confident in yourself as an Author. You are talented, you are worth it and so is your writing! I sincerely hope that either you do believe this or you will come to believe it in the future.

Until next time,

—R   





Friday, June 22, 2012

Eureka, I've Found Time!

I had an entirely different idea for a blog post yesterday—it had to do with Omoo vs. Moby Dick—but after (more) contemplation last night I feel the following is a pretty nice idea to talk about… so here goes!
Budget reconciliation week is, without a doubt, the busiest time of my month. Late hours and lots of number crunching make Randi a tired girl. During this time a marathon writing session isn’t exactly the first thing on my agenda when I get home. In fact, some nights it isn’t on my agenda at all. This saddens me because I feel like I’m not progressing quickly enough—that I could be doing more.
But you know what? Sometimes, life is.
In a forum post I recently read someone said, “If you can’t find time for writing then you aren’t trying hard enough.” I find this extremely judgmental. What about the single mom with three kids who works all hours of the day to keep them fed? What about the recent Architectural graduate who now has to put in so many IDP hours and take seven exams before he or she can be licensed? Finding time isn’t always so cut and dry. Sometimes, life is.
On the flip side, if you look deep enough, sometimes you can find that extra twenty minutes to jot a few notes down or finish that last paragraph. I’m not saying, “Hey, single mom of three, you’re slacking!” or “Fail your exams, recent grad! You have some rewrites to do!” What I’m saying is this: in some cases, for some people, you will find those extra minutes if you search in the right places.
Last night I looked hard enough and I found some. It felt really, really good.
I’m a video game nut, you see. I’m currently addicted to Harvest Moon. Tending to my crops while trying to woo Will by giving him pink cat flowers is soothing to me—repetitive, but soothing. Last night while milking my Jersey cow it dawned on me: If I can sit here and increase my farm points by cooking boiled potatoes then I can certainly get a little bit of writing done!
So I turned off the DS and pulled out the Macbook. I didn’t do much. I think I made it to a little over 500 words before I tucked in for the night. That doesn’t matter, though. I made progress, and that made me exceedingly happy. I was so happy that I woke up a good twenty minutes early to try and sneak a few more words in. I made it to around 250. Even though that number might sound meager I’m proud of it. It’s 250 words more than I had before, right?
My message this week is two-fold. If you think you don’t have time to write (but you really want to) reflect on your schedule and see if you can fit a hundred or so words in here or there. If you sincerely cannot find the time, don’t sweat it—you are not slacking off. Just keep those ideas in your head and eventually time will come to you. Remember: sometimes, life is!
Also, I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to read my words or leave comments. You are greatly, greatly appreciated. Just knowing that someone is reading what I have to say is part of what keeps me inspired. That inspiration carries into my writing and, in my opinion, makes it better. So, thanks again you wonderful people you! (Betcha never thought that just clicking on some random girl’s blog would make a difference, did ya?)

Until next time,

—R

Friday, June 15, 2012

Doing Something I Need to Do

Starting off with a little side note today: I have been somewhat inundated at work this week (surprise, surprise!) and haven’t had a chance to catch up on my blog reading. For those of you whose blogs I typically comment on—never fear! You’ll receive some feedback from me this weekend once life has calmed down and I can do some quality reading. Now, on to my post…

The other day I was looking at the giant binder that is my hardcopy of Lightbringer and I had one of those “Oh—” seconds. This started because I was wondering why I hadn’t done much with it since completing the first draft. Instead of diving into re-writes, you see, I chose to avoid the deep end of the pool and swam right to the shallow waters of its sequel, Flip Side.

Why won’t I touch this binder? I wondered. There are a million things that need to be done to it before I can send it out to query…and I really want to send it out to query! What’s wrong with this picture?

When it comes to self-examination, it always takes a bit before the moment of clarity kicks in and explains to me why I’m doing—or not doing—something. The “Oh—” second kicked in when I finally opened the binder and looked at the title page. It says this:


Lightbringer
By: Randi Lee



The reason I’m not editing became quite clear then: editing begins a chain of events that I don’t think I’m ready for.

First you write, then you re-write. Sometimes after that you re-write again…and again. You put together a query letter and off goes that letter to an agent. Then—if you’re lucky—the agent asks to read some of what you’ve written.

The agent either likes your work or doesn’t like your work. If the agent likes it, it goes to a publisher. If it goes to a publisher, it gets published. If the agent or publisher doesn’t like it, it’s either time to re-write or time to look elsewhere.

I’ve come to realize that I’m afraid of the ‘doesn’t like it’ part.

This is a strange sensation to me. I send my work out all the time. I get rejections all the time. I don’t take those rejections personally, I just send the work elsewhere and hope it gets picked up. Sometimes it does, other times it doesn’t. Either way, I’m not bothered.

But this time it’s different. The thing about Lightbringer is that it is a story that has been floating around in my head for nine years now. When I was down or angry about something I’d fall back into the world I’d created. If I felt lonely I would sit and jot down notes about the characters or chain of events. I only recently put this story down on paper, but it has been with me longer than most of my friends have. It is a very ingrained part of me, and it has come to a point where that part of me has to be judged.

Naturally, I’m a bit scared. Knowing that this huge piece of me has the potential to get rejected many, many times, I feel that if Lightbringer receives rejection I will lose confidence in something that has been there for me for so long. Will that sense of security go away if it’s given a bad review? If so, what will I do without it?

I don’t know. Rejection might break my confidence. It might be just like every other rejection I’ve received and not bother me at all. The problem is that I am so paralyzed by the fear of the latter that I cannot do the thing I need to do, which is to edit the damn book and get it out there like it deserves.

There’s this little saying about fear that I like to go by: You can either Fear Everything And Run, or Feel Everything And Recover. My motto in life is to never run from what you fear, but to embrace it head on. I suppose this instance is no different.

Despite the fear, I am opening up that binder and giving it its due diligence. I will edit and re-write, I will write and send out query letters and I will accept the rejection that inevitably comes with it. Am I scared as anything to do all of this? You bet I am. But I am going to do it anyway, because it is the thing that—after nine years of dreaming—I need to do.

Don’t give into fear, that’s my message this week. Rejection comes, and sometimes it comes in mass. In this business, it’s something everyone needs to learn how to get over—even me. Good luck conquering your own fear!

Until next time,

—R



Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Excelling


Today’s update is my addition to Absolute Write’s June 2012 Blog Chain. It’s a fun exercise and I recommend giving it a shot! This month’s prompt is “Weird Worlds.”

Here’s my entry titled, “Excelling.”




“Just do it,” he said.

“No.”

 “Don’t you want to go home?” he asked.

“Yes…but—”

“I’m telling you if you want to go home just let us equals-sum so we can total and get out of here.”

She threw her hands in the air and huffed. “But I don’t wanna equals-sum! That means I have to tally up with J19 and he’s a creep. No way am I gonna total with him.”

I19 sighed and kicked at the automatic-colored thin-line border under his feet. This woman was insufferable. Could she just, for one day, total on time so he could catch the five o’clock bus to Sheet3?

He bit his lower lip, quelling an insult. “Come on, K19, stop being difficult. I need to get home to let A6 and B13 out before they pee all over the house.”

“Hey, if K19 isn’t equals-summing then I don’t want to equals-sum, either,” L19 said. “J19 gives me all kinds of problems when we sum-if, and I’d rather not deal with him today.”

“Okay, listen, people, because I’m only going to explain this once.” I19’s voice was steady, but internally he was ready to burst. “We need to equals-sum so we can copy and paste down to I26. Then he can bold himself and finish line one of the budget reconciliation these over-world people need by Friday. I don’t want to pull an all-nighter again, do you?”

“Well, no,” K19 conceded. “But can we at least control-click so that it goes you, J19, L19, and then me? That way I won’t have to be next to him.”

For the sake of getting it done, I19 agreed to her request. L19 wasn’t happy, but chose to go along with it so as to make it to Sheet2 before traffic hit. It looked like things where coming together nicely.

But then, just before they were ready to control-click, J19 decided to equals-average with F32 and K40, causing extreme confusion in the labor year-to-date line item. All of their hard work was ruined.

“Damn it, J19!” I19 shouted. “Why do you have to screw things up at four o’clock all the time? I need to catch the bus!”

“Yeah!” K19 and L19 said in unison. “It’s like you want to cause trouble!”

“Hey, man,” J19 raised his hands in defense, “I’m just doin’ what the mouse click tells me to do!”

“Yeah, right! Like anyone would be stupid enough to equals-average on a labor line item at the end of the work day, idiot!”

“Who you callin’ idiot, idiot?”

A battle broke out between the 19s, save for I19 who had given up and started packing his desk.

That’s it. I’m moving to Powerpoint, he thought. No problems there. Just nice relaxing star-wipes.





So there it is, the weird world of Microsoft Excel. I hope you got at least a little laugh out of it! Please visit these other amazing blogs to enjoy some wonderful posts!

Until next time,

—R

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Friday, June 8, 2012

Taking the Weekend Off

My position involves writing a lot of articles. I’m typically pretty good at appeasing my boss with what I produce. Things went a little differently yesterday; I e-mailed her an article I’d just finished. This is the response I received:

“Seriously…?”

Wondering why it was she questioned my work, I decided to re-read the article. After the read-through it was concretely evident where the comment came from. Here’s how the article began:

“So-and-So along with retired school superintendent who is retired now presented a seminar about school district master planning at the National School Boards Association nation conference in Boston, MA in April”

My favorite part is: “retired school superintendent who is retired now.”   

This was copied and pasted directly from what I sent her. No, there is no punctuation. Yes, “nation conference” should be “National Conference,” and, yes—it sucks. But before you grammary-types throw rotten eggs at me for my apocalyptic massacre of the English language, please allow me to explain…

…I am very high off of Dayquil.

Some flu or another has gone around my office in the past two weeks and, after careful precautions such as overdosing on zinc and Sprite, I finally lost the battle to it. My boss told me to stay home a couple of time over the past few days, but I’ve just had too much to do to miss hours. My determination led me to over-the-counter medicinal aids, and the over-the-counter medicinal aids led me to not knowing what I am doing.

Now, on Friday morning, I know it is time to finally throw in the towel, accept half-day Friday hours for once, and leave at noon. Furthermore, I know it is not a good idea to spend the weekend reconciling budgets in my current state. I’m leaving work at work for once and am going to take it easy.

I also plan to stay away from my work-in-progress for a couple of days while I get over this. Writing while I feel like this is only going to frustrate me and lead to more retired superintendents who are retired now.

Besides, I need some sleep.

I want to write. I feel like I need to write. I don’t know what I am going to do without writing as writing is all I do… but it is very clear that I need to take a break and take care of me. Shelving writing for a couple of days isn’t going to kill me—a mantra I must repeatedly tell myself—it is okay to take a break sometimes.

What am I going to do while I recuperate? Well, I suppose I will try to sleep and/ or watch re-runs of Top Gear, but that’s about it. Oh—and I’ll also catch up on my blog reading! For all of you bloggers I follow, please forgive me if my comments make less sense than normal; it’s the Dayquil commenting, not me!

Remember: if you’re sick, if you’re tired, if you need a little time to relax—taking a break from your writing is not the end of the world. Take the time that you need. Unwind. Feel better. Reducing the frustration factor and taking care of yourself will benefit your writing in the long run.

Until next time,

—R

PS—If this post makes less sense than normal, it’s the Dayquil blogging, not me! (Smile.)




Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Fighting Insecurity





“I’m good enough. I’m smart enough. And—gosh darn it—people like me!”

—Stuart Smalley



Just another line in an Al Franken SNL skit, this popular 90s meant-to-be-funny catch phrase can actually be interpreted as an inspirational and motivational quote. As happiness begins at home (i.e. within yourself,) why shouldn’t home remind itself of how amazing it is?

Today’s post is my monthly entry for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group. This group, started by Alex J. Cavanaugh, is designed to work as a place where writers can feel free to share their woes with like-minded individuals. It is also a place to cheer for others, to provide insight and to give support. I think it’s a great idea, this group—it’s a good way to promote community spirit and to help curtail that “I’m the only one who feels this way,” mentality. If you would like to join the group, you can do so by following Alex’s link above.

Let’s get back to my good friend Stuart. In his Saturday Night Live skits he parodies a talk-show host who thinks he is a therapist and tries to solve everyone’s problems. He isn’t very good at it, which is part of why the skits are so funny. The other reason is that everything he does is just plain ridiculous.

Here’s the thing, though—despite the fact that he is a ridiculous, aloof fictional character, he still does something that many of us do not do:

He tries.

Stuart tries to become a happier, more productive person. He attends therapy and goes through twelve-steps programs. Everything about the character screams, “I want to better myself!” And that’s exactly what we as writers need to do.    

Insecurity can be a big writing inhibitor. Lacking confidence in one’s work can lead to writer’s block, frustration and lack of productivity. It can even lead to an individual wanting to quit their work-in-progress, or writing, all together.

How does Stuart come into the mix? Like this: He combats his insecurity and aggressively works to overcome it. Instead of allowing his insecurity to beat him down and run his life he fights those negative feelings head on. Stuart is always trying new ways to maintain his confidence and positivity. In summary, Stuart is always trying.

Insecurity sucks—there’s no getting around that—but succumbing to that insecurity only opens the door for more of it. We must work hard to combat these emotions or else they will eat us alive and ruin the joy that is writing.

We must work.

These feelings do not just go away because we ask them kindly. They won’t disappear if we sit around and wait for them to leave. Removing insecurity requires effort and vigilance. It requires a plan of action and the temerity to never stop trying to feel better.   

A lot of people comment on how confident and happy-rosy I am. I always have a positive attitude and an answer for everything. What people do not know is that I wasn’t always jump-out-of-the-box happy. I didn’t always have these rainbow colored glasses and there were days when I couldn’t hear fun little Disney songs every time the wind whistled. This me wasn’t always me. It’s a me that I had to work at.

Depression hit me pretty hard at one point in my life, and I mean didn’t-have-the-energy-to-even-shower hard. I published a book of poetry from that point in my life and, if you ever read it, well—you’ll see what I am talking about. Negativity consumed me and for a while I felt like there was no way out.

After a month or two of wondering why I was the only one plagued with these emotions, my therapist told me that the only person who could make me feel better about myself was me, and if I wanted to feel better I would first have to try to feel better. The ball was in my court.

This “trying” thing proved exceedingly difficult at first. I fought the concept for some time and continued to believe that it wasn’t me who had the problem—it was the rest of the world! The universe was out to get me and there was nothing I could do!

About this time my writing (the one outlet I had) dried up. I could no longer express myself through pen and paper. This caused my depression to worsen and all felt lost.

Finally, after kind of conceding to the fact that maybe I had the power to change, I tried something. Each day I thought up a new thing that I liked about myself and kept that thought in my head. It started out small: I like my bangs. I like the freckle on my right index finger. I like the fact that I like croutons. As I practiced the thoughts became bigger and more powerful: I like how well I listen to others. I like my generous side. I like the way I write.

As I worked toward bettering my mood and beating my negativity I found my outlook and confidence grew just a little bit better each day. As it did, my confidence in and renewed love for writing grew, as well.

With each passing day I felt more comfortable in front of the keyboard. Each day the keys clacked just a little bit quicker. Each day I wanted to show my work to people vs. hiding it all in a file cabinet never to be seen again. Eventually, it circled back to home.

I like me.

This was the breakthrough I was waiting for months. I can’t tell you how many submissions went out thanks to this. Writer’s block couldn’t touch me. Focusing was no longer an issue. Insecurity was locked up in that file cabinet where my work used to reside. Sure, I have my doubts now and then, but that’s human. The important thing was that I no longer had only doubt.

The me you know today was built with hard work and constant effort. I had to actively fight my negative thoughts and—just like Stuart—had to remind myself that I was worth feeling good. So instead of feeling incapable and helpless, I am now able to not only cheer myself on, but cheer you on, too!

If you are overwhelmed by these feelings of frustration and hopelessness—if your writing is stunted because of these nasty things—experiment with different techniques you can use to grow more confident in your work. Try self-talk or meditation. Throw some more exercise into your routine (those endorphins work wonders, you know) or do anything else you can think of. The most important part isn’t what you are doing: it is what you are trying to do—get better. 

Please, please know that you are worth feeling good about life. You are worth feeling good about your writing. More importantly, you are worth feeling good about you. I encourage you to experiment and find your own way to combat those negative feelings. As you improve your confidence in yourself you will improve your writing, as well.


As always, I hope my own emotional journey helps you in some way. If it doesn’t, I still thank you for taking the time to read my words. I’ll end this now as I’ve gone on a bit of a rant. With luck my rant will give you just a smidgeon of positivity to work with.

And remember, in the words of my good friend Stuart: You’re good enough. You’re smart enough. And—gosh darn it—people like you!

Until next time,

—R 

Friday, June 1, 2012

I Have Finished the Fourth Re-Write of the Rough Draft of Chapter Eleven!


Right now I am writing what is probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever written. You see, for some stupid reason I wrote the death of a child into one of the chapters of my current work-in-progress [WIP.] The death is very significant to the overall plot so I can’t write it out. Removing it would be like taking the dead man out of Dead Man’s Cell Phone. Needless to say, I cannot retract it.

And I don’t want to. Writing can be hard and that’s what makes for great writing. As much as I’d like them to be, themes, scenes and plots can’t always be happy-rosy. They can be jarring, they can be gritty, and they can be downright upsetting to both write and read.

I always talk about balance—about learning to accept the bad with the good. I’m certainly learning to accept the bad on this one. I’m not ashamed to admit that this particular piece caused me to shed a few tears throughout its many versions. Still, I am going to write the bad and I’m going to give it everything I have. This is definitely one of the defining moments in my life as a writer.
 
However. I am so hell-bent on getting this moment perfect that I can’t seem to get it right. I have re-written this piece three times now and my words still do not jive with my intent. No matter what I do with it I am not satisfied. It is as if the universe is intentionally trying to stump me to teach me some sort of lesson.
 
“Don’t write about children dying,” Maybe?

Here’s how it’s gone: I dropped a serious drama bomb with the first draft. It was too over-the-top. I rode the drama-llama out of town with the second. It was far too sterile for such an emotional chapter. The third draft was smack dab in the middle—dramalicious without being overly dramatic.

And I just deleted it.

Seriously. It’s gone. Adios. Aloha. Sayoonara. Bai bai. With a single drag and drop into my Mac’s trash-bin I deleted four hours of hard work.

And—nope. There is no back-up copy. I did not e.mail it to myself. Nor did I print out a copy to place in my big fat WIP folder. There aren’t any written-on receipts stuffed into bag of notes. The words are—plain and simple—gone. That is that.

Am I bothered? Actually, not really. Sure, I did lose around 7-8k words and approximately 10 hours of work between the three versions, but something about each one of them felt wrong. They weren’t what I wanted them to be. There was no real “Eureka!” moment while writing any one of them. That is why I do not much mind repeating my efforts—again.

Not everything is perfect the first time around. In fact, few things are. Yes, there are ‘naturally gifted’ writers—and you may be one of them—but naturally talented baseball players still frequent the batting cages, don’t they?

There will be thoughts that take time and a little bit of elbow grease to blossom. They won’t immediately bloom into the flower you want them to be. That’s what happened in my case. My brain needed a few revisions before the right story clearly developed and it was set on what it wanted to do. Then the good stuff came.

Sad, sure—but good.

I know that this is only a rough draft and that I will come to revisit it during the complete-work rewrites, but what it did for me was instrumental: it got me going in the right direction. This way, when I come back to it, I will not be asking myself why it is I chose to write what I did. As well, I will not be completely confusing both myself and the reader with this moment.  

It is important to remember that there are times when you have to take what you’ve written and throw it out of the proverbial window—maybe not to the extent that I did this week, but to some extent, at least. Difficult, I know—but the act of starting again is one you’ll need to partake in if you want to improve. Some may see it as wasting time. I see it as creating a better ‘next time.’ So, instead of looking at deleting as “lost time and effort,” look at it as “gained quality and satisfaction.”

At any rate, try not to grow too attached to your words. Sometimes, deleting them is better.


Until next time,



—R