3. Posts I loved this week are usually a hit but this one was a definite favourite.
2. A surprise hit, this one was me trying to get over a bad review. People shared their support and struggles with bad reviews. The responses were so positive, they were almost worth that nasty review.
It’s official. We’re moving. Our house goes up for sale on Tuesday and we’ll start going nuts trying to keep it clean for showings.
We saw our sales rep on Saturday and signed a million papers. A fancy photographer is coming on Monday to take pictures that, unlike mine, will not leave bits out. Our realtor informed us our home will be for sale online on Tuesday and we could start showings as early as Wednesday. I started panicking while my hubby grinned and said he felt good ‘vibes’ about the entire thing. My hubby often gets vibes. I told him he should see a doctor.
Our rep told us to minimize but not change things in the house. While we scratched our heads trying to decipher her message, River ate half a sofa chair. Obviously, he thought it didn’t go with our decor. Hubby freaked and declared River ‘Untrustworthy’.
I was going to ask him how his vibes were going but I had started hyperventilating and couldn’t talk.
Maybe there’s something in the air, maybe it’s because it’s Spring or maybe we’re just restless but, for whatever reason, my hubby and I are thinking about moving.
I don’t like change.
I like my routine and the order of things to stay the same, thank you very much. I particularly don’t like to lose my writing time but between meetings with realtors, visiting homes we might purchase, meeting with our mortgage advisor and DayJob, things are getting hectic. My time to write is quickly disappearing.
I don’t like hectic times.
On the other hand, change means new beginnings and exciting possibilities. Maybe I should try and embrace change.
Or at least, follow Jamie Lee’s advice and find a new book.
It’s the second book in a series. I have a hero I love and a heroine that deserves and challenges him. I have an idea of what I want the story to do. I know what their wounds and strengths are…but I’m fighting with the events that actually happen in said story.
I wrote the book last year. I really did. I wrote the entire thing from beginning to end. Let me tell you, it was not smooth sailing. I fought with the plot from the very beginning and only got through it by sticking to it and sheer will. I finally finished the book this summer…only to discover I didn’t like it. Worse, I couldn’t let it go that way. I thought it didn’t focus on the hero and heroine. It was simply blah.
So, I sat down and wrote another plot. I think this one focuses more on the two main characters and gives them more time to interact with each other. I hope it shows them in their best possible light. I hope it also challenges them into becoming better people and makes them face their wounds.
But, of course the only way to find out if it will do all that is to write it out. And there are no guarantees.
It was pretty gutting to realize I had done all that writing for nothing. Until I thought: wait a minute. I write for me. I write because I love to do it and not to get published or to be famous or to make money…well, maybe a little. Hee hee! No. Really, the point (I do have one, I promise) is that I love to write and this is another opportunity to do just that.