Confessions of a new Editor

For those of you that heard "Something" on December 18th that you couldn't quite put your finger on but made you feel triumphant, let me say that it was probably me.

That day was the day that I wrote the two most awesome words ever in a writer's repertoire: "The End".

But it really wasn't "The End", because...

Now it's time to edit the thing.

Before I go on, though, I want to talk a little bit about Your Inner Editor.

If you're a writer (probably any kind of artist, but this is a blog about writing) you've probably heard about your inner editor and all of the various ways that you can use to silence, or turn down your inner editor.

And I used to agree with them.

Then I listened to a Writing Excuses podcast that addressed the inner editor and it was something of a game changer for me.

Mary Robinette Kowal suggested that there were two kinds of inner voices that whisper to you when you're writing.  There's an inner editor AND what she called an inner heckler.

I think that all of those articles talking about turning down the inner editor are actually talking about the inner heckler.  You know, the voice that tells you that what you're doing is crap and it'll never work and the first time that someone sees that you PUT THAT COMMA THERE?  SERIOUSLY?  WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?  YOU NEED TO FIX THAT RIGHT NOW BEFORE ANYONE SEES IT AND MAKES YOU STOP WRITING BECAUSE YOU'RE ~OBVIOUSLY~ NOT CUT OUT FOR THIS SORT OF THING...

That voice.

That's what you need to silence.  Not just turn it down, but turn it off.  As best you can, you need to unplug and toss that crap out with the trash because it's not doing you any favors.

Your inner editor (like an external editor) wants your story to be AWESOME!!!  It wants everything that you want out of your story and when it whispers to you (In a much softer voice than the heckler) it's probably got something worth listening to.  The difference is that your inner editor has something specific to say as opposed to "This sucks.  You should go play a game..."

On to Editing.

The first thing I did--which for some of you may be the hardest part of editing--was put it away in a drawer and leave it the hell alone for six weeks.  That time frame was recommended by Stephen King in his brilliant "On Writing" and, for me, the idea had legs.

Six weeks was just enough time to allow a bit of distance to grow between me and the story and it was also just long enough for me to start chafing at being away from it for so long.

Now I'm ready to sit down and start editing.  That bring me to:

Confession #1
I'm scared.

 This is my first time editing something of this scale (104,000 words.  483 printed pages).  I'm staring at a stack of pages that seems like it's a foot thick and I know that I've got more than enough rope here to hang myself.

The problem?  I want this to be good.  I want people to read this and be entertained.  I want people to not feel like they've wasted their time.

The fear is good, though, because it tells me that I still care.  It's not so good, because:

Confession #2
I let it paralyze me for a week longer than I intended.

Call it your inner heckler, call it (as Stephen Pressfield does) "Resistance", call it something else, there's a significant push back to starting something on this scale.  It's a pretty hefty undertaking, editing a novel, let alone your first novel.  And, yes, there are lots of books and blog posts (I've got several) that other folks have written to describe their process and they are quite good, but...

This is similar to reading books about performing brain surgery, or removing the engine from your car.  You can get tips and tricks enough to fill several hundred pages, but until you actually strap yourself in and DO THE WORK you're just not going to know what works for you and what doesn't.  That brings me to my next confession:

Confession #3
I'm making it up as I go.

Just as there's no one way to write, there isn't a single way to edit.  I haven't found the method that works for me yet and I fully expect (unless I'm very lucky) to have to tweak the process and let it evolve over the course of several books until I'm as effective as I can be.  That's normal and it might be part of the fun of editing, trying things to see if they work.


So, since this is a work in progress, let me share with you my plan for editing my first book.

Pass 1: Read the whole thing through just to see if it makes sense and to pick up the more howling errors.  I'm not looking at grammar, or even spelling at this point (and let me tell you, passing that stuff by is going to have to be an acquired skill for me...)  I'm going to be using a separate notebook for this and not marking up my printed copy and I'm keeping notes as brief as possible like:
Pay attention to your time line.
Make IT worse for "Character X" here...

Pass 2-X: Once I've got the biggest holes filled, I'm going to read the whole thing through again.  This time I'm paying attention to characters.  Does everyone have a complete arc?  Did anyone Disappear???  Again, I'm going to use a separate notebook for this.  This will probably be more than one pass through the book depending on the number of characters and how many arcs I can keep track of at once.

Pass X+1: Dialogue.  Do my characters sound like people?  They really should...This will be the pass that I read aloud to myself and I apologize in advance to my loved ones.

Pass X+2: I'm going to look at the actual words I'm using.  Do I use "Very" seventeen times on one page (I really hope not...)?  Am I repeating myself?  Have I fallen in love with a particular phrase, etc.  I'm also looking for places where I can clean up my prose.  Not removing big chunks of story (that will be in a previous pass) but trimming away the padding.  I'll probably still use the notebook for this pass as well.

Pass X+3: Line Editing.  I'll probably have to You-Tube most of the original Schoolhouse Rock runs before I'm ready to handle grammar, punctuation, and spelling.  I'm also looking for cases where I might have forgotten to turn off autocorrect.

That's a minimum of 5 passes or drafts.  I'll probably start looking for Alpha readers after pass 1.  I'll need to know that the story makes sense for other folks and not just me.  After the third pass, I'll start looking for beta readers.

That's the plan, anyway...

So what about you?  Do you enjoy editing?  How many drafts do you normally go through?  Did anything here sound new or different?

The Devils in the Details

I spent a good portion of the beginning of this week destroying the world in fire and, as it turns out, it's a lot harder than it sounds.

For those of you that were reading last time, I had just started fleshing out a character that had been floating around in my head for a ~really~ long time.  As I was doing that, I got a better sense of the world that character lived in.

It wasn't pretty.

He told me about radioactive wastelands, vast tracts of desert, hordes of lawless maniacs that would shoot you for a better look at your boots, areas of land choked with scrub and little else--pretty grim stuff.

As the writer of this story, it's my job to figure out what the heck happened and then bring it to you so that it becomes a place thats real enough for you to lay down and roll around in.

Since this post has two parts that I want to talk about, I'm going to split that last statement into two parts

I'll start with the latter half of that statement first.  How do I bring you there?

The best way that I can bring you into the landscape is to provide you with--you guessed it--details.  The first devil wants to dump it all on top of you, but I'll lose you if I do that.  I've got to be pretty sneaky when I'm adding the details, but if I do it right, you won't mind (or even notice) that I slipped a bunch in there.

How do I do that?

A good chunk of it is through character.  You're seeing the world through the eyes of a character.  What you get is what the character is getting filtered through that character's perceptions and prejudices.  You're getting their mood and you're learning more about the character.  The detail is doing double duty here and that's good.

I can also slip in senses other than sight to really put you in the scene.  I can swirl the wind through your ears, getting sand (or snow, or rain or smoke) in your eyes and in your mouth and nose.  That's pretty important because taste, touch and smell are pretty often forgotten in description with smell coming out slightly ahead of the other two.

What I'm trying to do is trigger a memory of a similar sight, smell, taste, touch, or sound in your head as you're reading.  If I can do that, you're there on the ground with my character and we both win.

Now lets take a look at the other "Detail-oriented" part that I want to talk about: Just what the heck happened to the world in the first place?

So, how do you ruin the world?

I won't get into the nuts and bolts of the research I did.  I want to talk about the trap I narrowly avoided stumbling into.

I tried to find an exact scenario to create the kind of world I was envisioning.  Not surprisingly, I couldn't.  Everything I read landed on one side of my world or the other.  It was frustrating and (Even worse) it made me start to wonder if I was wasting my time.  Here's why:

Even if you're writing in the most radically different environment from our own, there are still basic rules to the way things work.  If you've got an object in your hand and then let go of it suddenly, "Something" is going to happen.  Regardless of what that "Something" is, you want to be consistent in the details of what happens.

Working in a familiar environment means that I've got the rules already spelled out for me and you're already familiar with what happens, so if I want to break those rules, you're going to want some details as to why.

Well, I couldn't find a compelling reason for why I could trash the world on the scale that I wanted while not wiping out the human race at the same time.  About that time, the uncertainty came creeping in and destroying the world stopped being fun.

In the end, I shook myself like dog coming out of the rain (anyone else get a flash of that wet dog smell?) and I reminded myself that:
1. I'm writing FICTION and
2. This is world building and I don't have to have the entire history of the universe planned out to tell a story in a certain corner of it.

That's the other devil: getting so bogged down in the details that you don't actually get any writing done, or that you give up in frustration.

Either way, you don't end up with a story which is probably the worst devil of them all.

How about you?  What techniques do you use to bring your readers into the story and what are some of the alarms that go off telling you that you've gone too far down into the World-Building Well?

Sometimes a picture is just a picture

Where do you get your ideas from?

If you're a writer--actually if you're an artist of any kind--you're going to have to field this question eventually.

Additionally:

 If you're a writer--actually if you're an artist of any kind--you probably don't have the faintest idea where they come from.

You might have a couple of tongue-in-cheek responses (Under my bed.  The dust bunnies build them.) or you might try a deeper approach (The Muse provides them).  But if you're anything like me, you don't really know where they come from.

That's ok.

What I can tell you is how they come to me.  Some of you out there think in pictures and some of you think in words.  Me?  I think in pictures and that's how the story ideas come to me.

I get a picture.  I get a single image like I was looking at a frame in a strip of film.  I don't get to see what comes before that and I don't get to see what comes after that.  Further complicating things, the picture that I get never shows me what the beginning (or the end, for that matter) of the story is.

It's just a frozen slice of time.

I mention this because I've spent the last week or so wrestling with one particular picture.

And I sat down today all set to describe this picture in detail and to bemoan the fact that this picture is one that I've had in my head since college and I STILL don't know what to do with it.  Then I'd try and  take some of the sting out of that thought by reminding myself (and you) that sometimes ideas need longer than others to cook and that's ok.

Then I started typing.

And as I got into the description--which would have been several lines on this blog--I realized that I didn't have a picture anymore.

I had a character.

A character is someone that I can talk to.

I don't know a name, I don't know what it is they are doing in that picture and I sure as heck don't know what they were doing before that picture was "Taken" (for lack of a better word) or what they're going to do after.

But I can ask.

And that, I think, is where stories really come from.  I still couldn't tell you where the picture came from or what it was about me sitting down and typing out the description of an image I've seen in my head for years (over a decade really...) that allowed me to begin fleshing out a character this morning.  I don't think I'll be able to tell you that if I live to be a hundred and fifty and publish hundreds of books.

I don't think anyone could tell you.

What I can tell you is that sometimes a picture is just a picture, until you look at it just right.

New Year, New Goals?

I'm not the biggest fan in the world of New Year's Resolutions.

There, I've said it.

For me, it's way too easy, once you've strayed off the path, to simply say, "Oh well, maybe next year." and be done with it.  After all, there's a gleam of glory in defeat.  You did try after all.  Some folks don't even do that.  As an added bonus, you've already got next year's resolution lined up.  You're ahead of the game.

Last year, I stopped doing the resolution thing and I started thinking about why I made the resolutions in the first place.  It came down to wanting to improve myself and, at the end of it all, I came up with three questions that I asked myself and then made a single decision around the answers (You can find them all right here).

The long and the short of it is that I came up with was a series of goals last year.  I'm still working on them and that's one of the reasons why goals are much better (and much more work) than resolutions.  Here are a few more:

Goals focus on the positive.  I've known folks (and I've been guilty of this myself) that wake up New Years Day with a checklist of everything that they don't like about themselves and they go over that list in excruciating detail, saying "I've got to change this and I've got to change that, so I will resolve to never..."

That's a bad way to begin a new "Anything" let alone a new year.

Goals are all about what you want.  They look ahead.  The hard part comes when you discover that the work involved in getting what you want means that you might not have any more room in your life for stuff that would be on a "Resolution" list, like whatever it was that you did last night that ended with you waking up half under your bed wearing swim fins and somebody else's pants.

A goal is something that you work on over time.  They don't happen overnight.  There might be simple, easily attainable steps involved with reaching your goal--there probably will be--but chasing a goal is a long-haul thing and the only way to get there is by hauling yourself there.

A goal is always there until you reach it.  You may try to impose a time limit on yourself, but even if you don't reach your goal in that time frame, the great thing is that you're closer to your goal than when you started.

Reaching your goal will often show you another goal. You don't make it to the top of the hill unchanged and, when you get there, who knows what you'll see up there.

Here are a few of my goals this year:

My goal is to write more.  Yes, I don't think I've ever met a writer that told me "I think I've written enough" so why is this a goal?  Well there's always room to improve, isn't there?

My goal is to read more.  I put away 68 books last year.  That's better than one a week and, still, my To Be Read shelf is groaning under the weight.  Not that I have a problem with that (Sorry TBR-shelf).  The focus here is on honing my critical reading skills.  Learning what works for me and what doesn't and understanding why stuff either works or not.  The only way I can do that is by reading.  The payoff?  What works will make it into my own work and I'll be able to see what isn't working when it's in my own work before any of you do.

My goal is to find a balance with it all. Work, writing, family, myself.  It's all got to fit in there and it's way too easy to let something important slide in favor of other, lesser, things.

My goal is to keep track of how much I'm writing.  For starters, I can't write "More" if I don't know what my "Average" is.  This year I want to keep better track of words written so that I know what I've done at the end of the year.  I'm including the Blog here in those numbers as well as any short stories, novellas, etc.

And from last year, you ask?

I did manage to read 68 books last year.  Not too shabby, and...

One of my goals from last year was to finish the first draft of my first book and I DID IT!!!  I had a lot of unexpected time on my hands at the end of the year and I finished it up just before Christmas.
Right now, I'm calling it "The Flight of the Kestrel" but I can already feel that the title doesn't fit quite right.  I expect that when I start editing, a better name will come to me.  When it does, I'll put it here...and everywhere else I can manage.


What about you?  What are your goals and your plans for getting there?

You say you’ve got a resolution…well, you know...

Its New Years Day!!!  Last night, you watched the number flip or watched the ball drop or whatever went on in your corner of the world
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Maybe you had a party, got together with friends to celebrate.  Maybe you had a fantastic pizza, or the best champagne you could find.  Maybe you kissed a pretty girl (or guy) at the stroke of midnight…or maybe you didn't do any of those things.  It doesn't matter because here you are, right in the middle of the biggest symbol for new beginnings this side of a sunrise and you've got a brand-spankin’ new year ahead of you.

Time to start making with the New Years Resolutions, right?

Well, maybe not…

New Years Day has always been an introspective time for me and, like practically everyone else, I started thinking about my New Year’s resolutions this morning and planned on climbing to the top of my Mountain of Willpower and proclaiming to the world: “This year, I hereby resolve to…”

Behold: Mount Willpower.  Tremble at its steadfastness.

There's a problem with that.  I don't know about you, but sometimes my Mountain of Willpower looks more like this:

Behold..  Um, yah, nevermind…

And there go the resolutions.

This year, I decided to focus on why I make resolutions in the first place instead of actually making any and seeing where that leads me.  It led me to 3 questions and 1 decision.

That's it.  I'm asking these questions across several areas of my life this year and here they are:

Question 1: What do you want?

Do yourself a favor and give this question the attention it deserves.  More importantly, forget about what you believe to be possible (or impossible) at the moment.

WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT.

Don’t get cute and fire a one off “I want to be rich” kind of response.  That’s a crap answer and it doesn’t do you any good because, you don’t just “Get Rich”.  You’ve actually got to do something in order to get rich. 

This is a one-on-one discussion with the person you want to be and they took the time and effort to show up…you should too.  Really get involved in this conversation and get to the bottom of it.  Go ahead, take as much time as you need.

Here’s my First Answer for my professional life:

I want to write professionally.

Once you’ve got Answer 1 in your pocket, you’re ready for…

Question 2: What skills do you have?

What skills or resources can you bring to the party to help you get what you want?  Go ahead and list them AND BE HONEST! If the answer is “Nothing, nada, Big Fat Zero” that is ok.  Let me repeat that: If you don’t have the skills or resources to get what you want at this time, THAT IS OK.  We’re just doing an inventory here.

When you’re making this list, stay away from “I am” statements.  For me it would be something like this:

“I am creative.”

  

What we're looking for here is what you can do.

My answer to question 2 goes something like this:

I can tell a good story.

I can craft believable dialogue.

I can get help from my fellow writers in the form of writers groups, blogs, and writing websites (like Magical Words—www.magicalwords.net—if you’re a writer, check it out.  You’ll be glad you did).

 This question serves to lay what you’ve got out on the table so that you can see it and give you an idea of what you've got to work with when you tackle…

Question 3: What is your next step?

What is the one thing that you can do next to bring you closer to what you want?  See why it’s ok if you don't have much in the way of skills at this point?  Your next step is easy.  Go get the skills.  Go do some research.  If you've already got some of the skills you need, figure out what your next step is going to be.  It can be anything as long as it meets this criteria:

It must be something that will get you one step closer to what you want.  It doesn't even have to be a giant step, it can be the tiniest baby-step shuffling of your feet imaginable as long as it moves you forward.

Progresss!!.

      Now comes the hard part:

The Decision

Ok.

You know what you want, you know what skills you have to get it, and you know what you have to do to take you just one step closer to achieving it.  Well done!  Seriously.  A lot of folks don't get this far.


But it's not enough.  You actually have to decide to do it and—here's the important part—then go do it.

You'd be amazed at the number of folks that get to this point and…stop.

I don't have exact numbers but I'm sure if I knew what that number was, I'd be amazed…and probably more than a little saddened.

The problem is that chasing your dreams is hard.  No, let me rephrase that, chasing your dreams is really hard.  They wouldn't be called dreams if you could just reach out and pick them off the dream tree.

An actual Dream Tree would have more sparkles…and maybe less apples.

Dreams require a lot of work if you're going to catch them and thinking about all that work simply stops folks.  Here's the thing though.

You don't have to eat the entire orchard in one bite.

It's that simple.  Every time you decide to take that next step, you've plucked an apple.  You've brought yourself that much closer to your dream.  Sometimes those apples are hanging right there in front of you and sometimes you've got to get a truck, put a ladder in the flatbed, and step up past the “Don't Step Here” sticker and get up on your tip-toes to reach it.

The work will be worth it.  Keep plucking.

Now go write.

Finding Your Way

I had a post all ready to go for this week and I decided to hold off on it because something came up.  I'll put it up next week.  It'll be called "What's your Point (of View).  Please stop by and check it out.

Now, on to the something that came up.

About two weeks ago, I think I found it...I found: The Way.

More specifically, I found The Way that works for me when I write.

There are countless books and blogs and forums dedicated to finding The Way.  Stephen King, in his brilliant "On Writing", says that whenever he gets asked about how he writes, he replies "One word at a time."

While this may seem like Smart-Assery, if you've read the book (and I highly recommend that you do) you find out that's exactly how he writes.  He doesn't hold to outlines or advance plotting, he just sits there and lets the characters tell their story one word at a time.  It's called "Seat of the Pants" writing and it's a very viable writing style with its own set of strengths and weaknesses.

Rachel Aaron (the creator of a Wonderful character named Eli Monpress--you really need to check him out) has a fantastic series of blog posts about how she writes.  You can find them here...go ahead, I'll wait.

Good Stuff Huh?  Outlining is another good writing style that has its own peculiarities.

There are more variations on those themes than you can shake your writing stick at.  What's more, they are all perfectly valid styles.  Remember, there is no "Magic Bullet".  No one right way to do this.

There is, however, only one right way for you.

This may sound contradictory, but I'm speaking from experience here.  I've tried Seat of the Pants writing, and I've tried outlining.  I've grabbed at as many straws as there are methods and, in one way or the other, they've all fallen short.

That's not to say that I'm incapable of outlining or just writing from the hip, but after a while, it starts to feel like a pair of shoes that are just a bit too small.

When I write by the seat of my pants, I get off to a really good start (minus my tendencies to try and slip back and edit...but that's another post) up until I don't know where the story is going to go.  That hits me like a wall and I'm stopped.  I start thinking of ideas, and discarding ideas and not actually writing and it gets frustrating and it becomes work and then I notice that the dishes need doing or I really need a snack, or I need to clean the dog, walk the house, etc.

Initially, for me, outlining is a lot of fun.  You're creating a story and worldbuilding and getting down there in the dirt of your universe designing swords, magic, technology, spaceships, psychic abilities, time travel, and politics, and religions and...and then it gets to be too much.  I get hung up on a name for somebody, something, etc and I'll start kicking ideas around while another part of my brain is scratching at the door, wanting to be let out to play.

Eventually, for me, it becomes a "You've got to eat your veggies before you can have dessert" kind of thing.  It becomes work, and I suddenly remember that I've got to go water the truck or mow the goats, or milk the garden, etc.

The funny thing is, I don't really know how The Way came to me.  At one point, I was tinkering with a story and I just said to myself," Why not write the damn thing like you were telling it to yourself, or a friend?

So I did.

I called it a synopsis, but it isn't.  For one thing, if I turned in this 3000+ word monstrosity as a synopsis, any editor or agent would probably return it to me wrapped around a brick.

What it is, is me sitting down with myself and saying "let me tell you a story..."  Its a word of mouth kind of thing.  I don't bother with the details, just the broad strokes.  And it works.

Yesterday, I finished the "Synopsis" of my book.  I didn't let myself get bogged down with names, or complexity, but what I did end up with is the essence of a complete story.  I've got a beginning, a middle and an ending and a fairly good idea of how to get from one to the other.

Now, I can sit down and start writing the actual prose without worrying about what comes next.  I already have a good idea of what comes next and that's all I need to keep me going.

And now, I'm going to tell you the same thing that everyone else that writes about their writing styles will tell you.

This is what works for me.  No Magic Bullet, sorry.

If anything in here helps you become a better writer, then I'm glad to have helped.  This is what it's all about for me here.  If it doesn't work for you, then it doesn't work for you.

What I want you to take away from all of this is that if you keep looking and keep trying things, eventually, probably when you're not really expecting it, you'll find what works for you.  You'll find Your Way.

Now go write...

Back in the saddle again...

First off, welcome to the new home for the Story Forge.  Glad you could make it.


It's been a long time since I’ve posted anything to this blog.  There are a number of reasons for that, but the primary reason goes back to a previous post called "Failure is not an Option Part 2"in that Life knocked me right out of the saddle and onto my ass so completely and so thoroughly that I started to wonder if it hadn't knocked me out of the game altogether.

Let me tell you a story.  Like most stories, this one starts out small.  It begins with a dog.

For those of you that know me, this might not come as a surprise.  For those of you that don't know me, let me begin by saying that I have spent most of my conscious life around dogs.  I probably always will.  It's not that I have anything against cats.  Indeed, I've got 4 running around the homestead (2 indoor and 2 outdoor…giving the mice no safe haven), but, for my money, dogs are where it's at, and I can say with a fair degree of absolute certainty that I will never find a soul quite like hers again.

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Her name was Muse.  Here's how I remember her:

She'd play tug with you forever, and she was as swift and as sweet as a stolen kiss.  She'd sit with me on the couch and she'd lie under my desk and sleep on my feet while I was working.   It was a rare day when I could walk through a room with her in it and not stop to scratch her ears.

We lost her.

I can remember with crystal clarity the last time I saw her and I can't remember any of the 72 hours following her death except in distorted flashes.  I was a complete wreck for weeks and, in some ways, I still am.

Like I said: Knocked on my ass.  Completely. Thoroughly.

Why am I writing about it?

Part of why I'm writing about this is that for some folks, writing about loss actually helps with the healing process.  I don't know if that will hold true for me.  Right now, some parts of this feel like I'm picking at a scab with a chainsaw, but I'll let you know how it goes later on.

The biggest part of why I'm writing about this is that this is a blog about writing and that little dog was a part of my writing life that is now gone—sort of ( I am neither exaggerating, nor am I shitting you when I say that I can still feel her sleeping on my toes as I type this).

I see a lot of articles about writing, and even a few about navigating the dark times such as this, so I thought that I would describe my experience, hoping that someone might find it helpful.

Like I said, The first 72 hours are gone.  I was a passenger in my own body.  When I first managed to pick myself up off the metaphorical ground, I didn't feel like writing.  Not even a little.  Hell, I didn't even feel like eating.  Sleep?  Sleep was an escape.  It was all I wanted to do.  In the face of such a complete shut-down, not wanting to write wasn't so unusual.  The words were still there and I knew that they would be waiting for me, so I let them lie…

After a while (a couple of weeks, in fact) I started to get the itch to start writing again, but I was afraid to get back to it.  I was afraid that the magic wasn't going to be there anymore.  I was even more afraid that it was still going to be there and what that meant.  She was my Muse after all, and even though she wasn't there every time when I was writing, she was there afterwards.

More time went by…

Gradually, I began tinkering with stuff again.  I couldn't help it.  There were these short bursts of work that felt like I was trying to coax a dormant engine into starting.  This period lasted a couple of weeks.  My mind kicked around ideas—priming the pump so to speak—and, every so often, I'd sit down and try the ignition.

Finally, something caught.  That day I was at it for about an hour before I ran out of steam, but it was something, damn it.  Was it the best I'd ever written?  Nope it sure wasn't, but it didn't need to be.  What mattered was that it was there.

A few days after that first bittersweet hour, I started thinking about this blog again.  Did I have anything more to say, or did I just want to close up shop?

As it turns out, I felt like I did have more to say.  Several weeks went by where I tried to compose entire blog posts in my head at the worst times (day job meetings, and just before bed were the worst of the worst), and that sealed the deal for me.

So here I am, back in the saddle again, trying to bend this post into a more “writerly” direction.

The long and the short of it is this: Life is going to happen, whether you want it to or not.  Eventually something will come along and really knock you ass-over-applecarts.  There's no avoiding it, and what I'd really like you to take away from this post is the following advice from my perspective:

When it happens, do whatever you need to do to deal with it in a healthy way, and don't guilt yourself into doing anything before you're ready.  If you're wired to tell stories, then sooner or later you'll find yourself in front of your keyboard, or with your pen in your hand, maybe wondering how in the hell you got there in the first place.  As long as you're there and your dog is sleeping on your feet (if only in memory) why not see what happens next?

Now go write…