Yep. I kid you not.
It’s actually a good thing, because I’ll be moving closer to where I work at the moment.
But it does mean that for most of this week, I’m probably not going to have time to blog. Luckily for me, the only thing I’ve got booked is my bloghop’s update day on Friday.
So. I’m going to just take most of this week off and get all this moving stuff done.
Hopefully by next week, I should be back in the swing of things.
Honestly, this really wasn’t what I’d wanted to do, but I feel like I’ve got too much going on right now for me to put the extra pressure of blogging deadlines on myself as well.
In short: See you on Friday.
I was really sad when I saw news about Harper Lee’s death today. But what really made me sad was the article about her in the New York Times.
The thought of her hopes and dreams and optimism on the back of her success, followed by decades of not producing a new story.
Part of me wants to think that there were other stories that she wrote and just didn’t share.
But whatever the truth of this might be, I’m grateful for the fact that she shared a beautiful book like To Kill a Mockingbird with the world. (I haven’t read Go Set a Watchman yet.)
May she rest in peace.
Reasons to Enter Writing Competitions
I’ve been griping a lot about my currently available amount of time lately. (Ask anyone who’s volunteered to host me for my blog tour.)
And just to make sure that everyone understands what I’m talking about:
Since the beginning of January, I have been working full days and then some, and then spent the remainder in a place with no Internet. Which means that my usual schedule of doing my work and finishing and then going over into writing has pretty much fallen by the way-side.
I’m hoping that this will change in the near future as we fall into more of a routine. (And we no longer have to rent a place with no internet reception.) But in the meantime, I think my expected writing time has been reduced by two thirds.
No, I’m not kidding.
I’m still getting stuff done. A lot of stuff. Two weeks into February and I’ve written and/or edited the equivalent of almost 40k words. I probably would have been there already but for a work function that kept me up until midnight on Thursday, but anyway.
I think this rate of output, given the amount of time I’ve had available, is impressive enough for me to sound like I know where I’m coming from.
Because I bet there are quite a few of you who are thinking: How in the heck is she managing that?!
My answer comes down to something like this.
Just keep writing.
I mean, I could have been going into a blind panic about my entire schedule changing, but instead, I wrote. I could have complained about my lack of internet at night.
I wrote instead.
I could have worried about the fact that I have less time to get things done… But… you know… I got things done.
I’m not going to say it’s easy. I’ve basically given up on my reading until I’ve 1) finished formatting Endless and 2) finished the rewrite I’m currently working on.
I’ve also swapped my whole writing routine around so that I can write at night and an hour every morning instead of in the late afternoon and early evening as I’m used to.
But write, I am writing. And apparently at an amazing rate.
So if you’re in the same boat where you’re struggling to find your usual writing time, don’t give up.
If you can find five minutes every day, write for five minutes. If you can find twenty minutes, write for twenty minutes. No, it might not be the hour you believe you need, but it adds up to a whole lot more than nothing if you keep waiting for that perfect hour to show up.
And there you have it. My secret to writing a lot of words.
How much time in a day do you usually use to write? Have you ever needed to swap your routine around to fit your writing in?
Hey everyone! Sorry I missed last week. I was supposed to gather some news pieces to share, but I literally had no time available to spend on the internet until this past weekend.
So for those of you who are unclear about what News Day is about: I’m running a (supposedly) regular weekly feature on Tuesdays where I share news from around our Writing Community. This news can be anything from an interesting blog-post to publishing news and everything in between. You’re welcome to send me something you’d like to share. Just contact me at mishagericke(AT)gmail(DOT)com with “News Day” in the subject line.
From This Blog
Looking for people to feature
For those of you who missed the announcement, I’m running a regular feature on Thursdays for people within the writing community. You don’t have to be published, and I’m willing to post guest posts, character interviews and author interviews.
If you’d like to take part (you’ll be my hero if you volunteer for next Thursday), please mail me at mishagericke(AT)gmail(DOT)com. Use “Thursday Feature” in your subject line.
Blog Post Worth Reading
Hey everyone. Today me and one of my characters/muses will be heading to a muse party for a blogfest.
1. Who did you bring to the party? Is he/she your Valentine or anti-Valentine?
2. Which one of you is the more romantic person?
3. What gift are you giving to your (anti) Valentine?
4. Are you guys wearing red or pink (or black…)?
5. Did you bring any Valentine’s Day treats?
6. Name a song for our Love Playlist or Anti-Love Playlist (or both)!
7. Got a great anti/Valentine party game?
8. Feeling the love or just feeling nauseous? How will you have fun at the party?
9. Has your muse been a good Valentine?
To see who else is taking part and to sign up, please click here.
So those are the rules, but I’m going to make the thing my own a bit.
Misha: *Pacing as she waits. A little nervous because she arranged with Nick at the last possible moment.*
Nick: *Stops his car next to her and gets out, running his hand through his slightly disheveled blond hair.* Sorry I’m late. Had to get these… *Ducks in and pulls out a bouquet of roses.*
Misha: *Grins and takes them.* Thanks so much for stepping up.
Nick: No problem. You owe me a packet of-
Misha: *Takes a box of Cuban Cigars out of her purse.*
Nick: I love you.
Misha: *laughs as she hands it over.* Hey! You put on red. Didn’t think you would.
Nick: *Glances at his shirt* Yeah… not a fan of the color, but hey, I’m supposed to be above politics. *Looks her over, his blue eyes dancing with mirth.* Darrion will kick himself if he finds out you wore a pink dress.
Misha: Yep. And it’s unlikely that anyone will see me in it again. Being Valentines and all. Usually I just avoid these things.
Nick: So what’s his problem anyway?
Misha: Oh, you know. The usual “You should be prioritizing my story”… thing.
Nick: Ah. Shall we? *Guides her around the car and opens the door for her.*
Misha: *Little smile at the old-world chivalry. Settles in while he gets behind the wheel.* Who do you think is more romantic between the two of us?
Nick: *Driving them to the party* You.
Misha: No… I think it’s you.
Nick: Misha. You’re the one who writes romances.
Misha: And you’re the one who’ve been in love with one woman for about 500 years.
Nick: *scowls* Not the same.
Nick: Nothing romantic about that. Trust me.
Misha: Okay… *Sensing that this probably isn’t the best topic to continue on.* We’re supposed to pick a Valentines Day game.
Nick: Spin the bottle.
Misha: *Laughs!* No. Too awkward.
Nick: *Sing-song voice* I brought vodka…
Misha: Yum. But… no. *Can just imagine the party sinking into chaos thanks to vodka and spin the bottle.*
Nick: We’ll leave it as an option.
Misha: *Laughs and just shakes her head.* Okay… You dance, right?
Nick: *Snorts* Better than most mortals. Got plenty of practice.
Misha: You got a song for us to dance on?
Nick: Nah you decide. Pick a song you write those romance scenes to.
Misha: Okay… Flightless Bird, American Mouth. It makes me think of you.
Nick: *Long-suffering sigh* What are you bringing to the party?
Misha: You brought the ingredients I asked for?
Nick: Yep. In the back.
Misha: We’re going a bit early so I can make us chocolate fondants. Nothing more Valentine’s Day than that.
Nick: *grins* Sexy.
Misha: *gives his head a playful shove.* Stop.
Nick: But it’s true! Trust me, when you spend most of your life hungry, watching someone cook is amazing.
Misha: *chortles* You better behave.
Nick: *rolls his eyes* Of course. I’ll be the best behaved Valentine you’ve ever had.
Oh dear. Somehow, I’m not feeling all that reassured. Think he’ll be a good Valentine or will all the romance bring out the little devil in him?