You should be writing!

dc9c455fa468166b844472952c45a5fd

 

Yes!

I know…please forgive me…and stand there and make sure I write…I seriously need your supervision 😉

So, here’s the dealio: I have a few (read WAY too many) WIPs on the go all at once. The reason being I get bored easily, VERY easily. I’ll be writing one, but I reach about 20,000 words or so and the stories seem to become rather lacklustre to me. It’s also about the same time that my self-doubt kicks in (in a HUGE way).

You know the drill:

Why are you doing this?

Why do you even think you can?

Your writing stinks!

Why don’t you just give up?

You’ll never be able to write like (insert famous author’s name here).

So, I stop. I shelve the story (albeit on my desktop so it can taunt me every time I turn the computer on) and there it sits, marinating, so to speak.

Of course, I can’t bring myself to actually stop writing, so I get a new, shiny, bright idea and start to run with that. Until I reach that magical 20,000 word mark, and self-doubt comes crashing through the door like a tornado on steroids.

Can you say: Vicious Cycle?

(Pun fully intended *snort*)

Anyway, last night I re-opened one of my early WIPs which sat on the desktop languishing for the last six months or so. This one actually made it to 25, 589 words before it got shelved. I re-read it, all of it, and yes, it had many glaring problems, but all-in-all, it wasn’t as horribly awful as I thought it would be.

So, project for now is to pick up where I left off with “Reliant” and, hopefully, I can write another 25,000 words before my old nemesis Self-Doubt raises his ugly head again.

And, I have added a little snippet of a section I particularly liked (I’m just a tiny bit biased LOL):

Snippet from “Reliant” (by S.M. Hocking)

Hot sweat slides between my shoulder blades, helping to cool my back as I push myself harder down the beach. There’s just something about going for a run that calms the senses, especially in a place as beautiful as this.
To my right is the Pacific Ocean, its turquoise waters snaking up the glittering sand in frothy fingers, greedily snatching at my bare ankles. The soft, white silica sand beneath my feet squeaks with every step I take, professing its rare purity. To my left, Pandanus Palms with their spiky foliage and thick branches provide ample shade for other beach goers, as well as act as sturdy climbing frames for some of the more adventurous kids. Behind the palms, mansions loom, their balconies as wide as the buildings themselves in order for the occupants to enjoy the spectacular ocean views. Some of the yards even stretch down as far as the edge of the sand. Not that I can see anyone out on their balconies or in their yards.
How many of these people really enjoy their view? Or are they working their backsides off all the time in order to pay for them? What a waste.

A belated Merry Christmas and a Three Sentence Thursday

Wow, it has certainly been a while. I guess a week of celebrations will do that.

483216_10152362580495008_676364099_n

I would like to start off by saying a belated Merry Christmas to you all. I hope you had a super blessed Christmas celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ.

We spent Christmas Eve with some of my side of the family, which always proves to be a fun night. Lots of laughter and craziness as we play games like “Guess the song” where one of us chooses a favourite old album from yesteryear and we make the other family members try to remember the names and lyrics f each song. It always ends in hilarity as everyone joins in the singing, whether in key or not, and the ridiculous dancing, trying to outdo each others dance moves. And this is all done mostly sober.

That’s my family for you though. We’re all a bit nuts.

425409_10152362581850008_1967792935_n

Santa also made an appearance to eat this cookie and drink this yummy milk.  There was much squealing from my girls at the empty glass and plate on Christmas morning, as well as the long letter Santa left for them.

Christmas day was spent at home with both sides of the extended family over for a huge Christmas lunch. Always fun and always filling, it was a lovely way to spend Christmas.

Of course, boxing day sales had to be braved. It was beyond nuts and I don’t know why I do it to myself every year…actually, my $100 down to $10 cream leather boots are why I do it every year. Still, crazy nonetheless.

Then, it was our youngest munchkins 4th birthday today (I told you, this is a crazy week for us. Hubby’s mum’s birthday is on Saturday too!).So it was down with the Christmas decorations and up with the birthday decorations late last night, so she would get a lovely surprise this morning. She has had a wonderful day and she was spoiled rotten, as always. She is growing up so fast, it is terrifying watching the speed at which she is growing. Incredible!

154481_10152370711145008_1261914105_n

Now that we’ve caught up on the last week or so, it is time to get down to business…

THREE SENTENCE THURSDAY

It’s a bit of a random one today. Sometimes three sentences just isn’t enough, but that’s the way it goes. Take it how you like, but here it is…

Between the gruesome murder of Amy Davenry at school last week, and the discoveries that Jude and I have made about each other (but not yet brought up), I have a lot on my mind. A lot of stuff that I cannot share with Molly, my new human best friend. And a fair amount of stuff I can’t share with Jude, my not-so-human sort of but not really boyfriend.

Of course, this comes from my WIP novel Bite Me!

Anyway, I hope everyone has a fabulous week leading up to the new year. We will remain busy for a few more days with more birthdays and new years parties, but then it will be back to semi-normal…to be honest, I am looking forward to the semi-normal.

Something a Little Bit Different

133771051402968018_3NJ0o8JP_c

Source: Frustrated Writer. From the book, 'Kid Confidential: An Insider's Guide to Grown-Ups'. Published 
by Bloomsbury US. (Walker).

So the above image will give you a pretty good idea of my writing frustrations while trying to continue writing my YA paranormal romancy type novel “Bite Me!”

I have been working on it for about six months now and I have hit a major roadblock. I am about 35,000 words done, and I know exactly where I want the story to end up, who gets killed off, who falls in love with who, etc, etc. However, it is the inbetween stuff that I can’t get around. It just feels dry and plain boring. And if there is anything I DON’T want my writing to be labelled as, it’s boring.

I have been pulling my hair out, moping around and staring at the monitor in such a depressed manner that my poor husband has started wondering if I am going to be okay ever again.

Now, for those of you with an interest in Summer and the gang, DO NOT PANIC! I promise I will finish writing it. I have a plan for it, you see…The first 35,000 words is currently being edited by my amazing dad (who is an English teacher, and a self-published author himself…I plan on doing an interview on this blog with him in the very near future) and I am hoping to release it sometime in the new year (date TBA) as the first episode of Bite Me!

What I am hoping to achieve by releasing the book in episodic form is to just get it out there, get people interested in Summer and her friends. Also, if I have enough people nagging me for the second episode, I know I will be able to get on with writing it. I work much better with a deadline!

In the meantime, I am distracting myself by writing a new novel that is totally different to Bite Me! in every way possible. This particular novel I have had outlined and lying around for the last year and a half. It is one of the three books that I had started writing when my computer crashed and I lost everything. This one was the furthest along at about 40,000 words when I lost it. Needless to say I had no desire to try and rewrite it for a very long time. Losing so much of your own work in that manner is very disheartening. Even now, as I begin to rewrite it, I am sad because I know I can’t recapture what I wrote exactly. Nevertheless, it is giving me a much needed break from my other writerly frustrations.

So, what is this new novel? I hear you ask (or maybe that’s just in my head – I wouldn’t discount my being a bit crazy o_0). It is a Christian Historical Romance (like I said, completely different to Bite Me!), set in Bonogin, QLD, Australia (which also happens to be where I live). Months of research and careful thought has gone into the planning of this book. In my next post I will share with you all the authors that influenced me to want to write one of these.

Here the first little bit of it to whet your appetite:

Faith Hills

By Susan M. Hocking

© December 2012

Chapter 1

February, 1888

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack. The rhythmic sway and shudder of the steam train was gently coaxing Arabella Clarke into a light slumber. Heaven knew she needed the sleep. She had been on the run for close to a week and she had not had the peace of mind to allow herself to really rest. Even on board the steamship Rodondo, from Sydney to Brisbane, she had been unable to sleep. Not only was she still very much afraid for her safety, but the sea passage had been a rough one. She had always thought herself to have had a strong constitution, but even if she had been able to control her stomach from the constant pitching and rolling of the ship, the eleven other passengers squeezed into the tiny cabin with her did not, and she was anything if not sympathetic. Those six days, she had decided, had been hell on earth. Definitely not a trip she would like to endure again. Unless, of course, she was to stay in an upper-class cabin. She had spent most of the six days on board the Rodondo confined to her tiny bunk, which was probably only meant for a child, in a very cramped, putrid smelling cabin, trying to keep her stomach contents to herself. She could have paid for an upper-class cabin, but she had wanted to remain inconspicuous. A single young woman, without a chaperone, handing over large bills of money for slightly better accommodations would have drawn far too much attention. No, it was far better to suffer the seasickness and cramped living conditions than have George or one of his goons find her.

Arabella shivered at the thought of George. She would go anywhere to get away from that horrible man. The way he had compromised her, forced himself on her, ripping her innocence away from her. He had ruined any chance of a happy life that she may have had with another man. And now she was forced to run and hide, like a fugitive, and it hadn’t even been her fault. Why God? Why did you let him do this to me? She mentally screamed, squeezing her eyes shut as tightly as she could to stop the tears from streaming down her cheeks. No answer. I don’t even know why I am bothering to ask you God. You never answer me. You never answered my father when Mother died. Father was right. You never help when I need you. You weren’t there when George attacked me, and you’re not here now. I give up. Her father had always told her that she was the only person that she could ever count on. No-one else would ever be up to the job. She needed to rely on her strength alone. But was her own strength going to be enough to carry the tremendous burden weighing on her shoulders?

School’s out!

Sad to say, I have not been doing a lot of writing recently. I have, however, been kept rather busy editing with one new client and one potential client. So all is good on the editing front.

It is also school holidays here in Queensland (well, for my kidlets it is anyway) and it is a lovely hot summer. So we have been going here a lot…

429483_10152313476420008_848122723_n

And you know what?

I think this was exaclty what I needed in order to get back into the writing groove.

The reason I have not been doing the regular three sentence thursday is because I had nothing to share with you.

However, I am happy to report that I bashed out another one and a half thousand words last night, and I am back in the writing groove!

So without further ado, here is Three Sentence Thursday:

I slowly stand up, still not taking my eyes from Jude’s until I am at my full height. Then in one swift movement I turn around and punch Elias as hard as I can square in the cheek. The connection is an audible crack and it sends Elias reeling backwards.

Hopefully we can get to the beach a lot more, because that seems to be where my muse has been residing all this time.

Not much writing going on here

As my title states, I have not been doing much writing of late. Sure, I’ve managed a couple hundred words here and there, but I just have not had the time, or energy for that matter, to sit down and just write. I am hoping this trend is going to end sooner rather than later.

However, do not despair! I have written enough new stuff to provide you with a tantalizing Three Sentence Thursday (as you can tell, I don’t even have much time to blog, except for this little segment…I am going to have to rectify this no time situation quickly or I stand the chance of being dubbed ‘boring,’ and ‘predictable,’ and I definitely do not want that).

I must also apologise for the lack of imagery lately, I haven’t been trawling for pictures lately due to my lack of time. I will jump on that and rectify this problem before my next post. I promise!

So here it is, my three sentences from my WIP novel Bite Me!

“Please Summer, just promise me,” he whispers, pleading with his eyes. Not the puppy dog eyes he used on me earlier, but eyes full of seriousness and concern.

“Okay Jude, I promise,” I lie straight to his beautiful face, and I hate myself for it.

And with that, I will sign off.
I have some time to find, chase and capture.
Cheers

Yeah, yeah I know…so bite me!

You see what I did there??? Haha, of course you did.
As per usual, Three Sentence Thursday is late.
I could give you the excuses that I got called for work, that I had a late meeting the night before that and that I was absolutely exhausted when I got home again.
All that is true, but it is also true that I simply forgot…again.
And I know you don’t want my excuses, you just want the goods.
So here are my three sentences from my WIP novel Bite Me!
Enjoy!

That same static current that I felt at the swimming hole yesterday when I thought someone had been watching us fills the air making the hair on my arms stand to attention. It is much stronger than yesterday and there is a malodorous odour hanging around in the air. “Can you smell that Jude? It smells like iron, like…”

Oh yes I did!
CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!
Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. Besides, if I gave you any more it would be four sentences instead of three, and we can’t just go and destroy the sanctity of Three Sentence Thursday by adding a fourth sentence…sacrilege!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to my sometimes day job.

It’s a Miracle

Would you believe it? I actually remembered that today is Thursday.
Sure, it may be Thursday night here in Australia, but it is still Thursday.
And you all know what that means…
yup, that’s right, it’s…

THREE SENTENCE THURSDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So here it is, my three sentences from my WIP novel Bite Me!

Tiny points of light dot the ceiling of the cave by the hundred, like constellations of stars on a clear night out in the countryside. They are so close I could touch them. I reach my hand up to gently touch one of the little sparkles, but Jude grabs my wrist before I can touch it.

And there you have them.

I hope you are all enjoying Three Sentence Thursdays. It is really huge for me to share any of my WIP with anyone, so I hope you all feel really special. If you like what you are seeing, please leave a comment (I need all the encouragement I can get…no, really).