I sat here wondering what can I post? What can I possibly post that may spark interest? Then it hit me…what I’m good at preaching…Negativity Deletion.
As writers we tend to forget that the computer is not really a part of our anatomy. It’s there to allow our creative Muse to get her thoughts down before we bust a nerve cursing, “Why! Why didn’t I write it down!”
But this isn’t easy for us at times because in the background we have the whisperings of those who we call our ‘loved ones’ complaining that we spend more time on the computer than on them. No, wait, that’s my husband. GRIN! You get my drift though. These loved ones have no idea what it means to be a passionate and determined writer. You will turn blue in the face explaining this passion all for not. If it’s not in their blood then can’t truly appreciate the time spent typing away.
Now let’s turn to those ‘loved ones’ again when you are e-published:
“I thought you said you were published!”
“On line in an e-book.”
“And how the heck am I supposed to read that?”
“On an e-reader…” you silently quiver and call them moron at this point, “and they’re so cool. You can turn the page just like a ‘real’ book, and the best feature is that you can enlarge the font and read more comfortably.”
“Are you saying I’m blind?”
Walk away at this point or else you’ll end up in jail.
But those hard writing hours at times are really hard because the laundry is piling up, food needs to be cooked, kids need to be taxied here and there, family/neighbour needs that cup of coffee and chatter with you, and the parent writer is left with exhaustion. This is your fault. You allow this to happen.
Perfect that nasty uplifted foaming at the mouth stare-down and you’ll frighten Godzilla himself if he dares to come knocking on your door for a cuppa when he knows it’s your writing time.
I believe a month or two ago two of my friends decided once again to drop by unexpectedly at a time they know is reserved for my writing and online business.
“Hey, what are you two doing here?”
“Came to surprise you.”
“You did but I’m in the middle of something.”
“You’re always playing on the computer.” Visualize that nasty uplifted foaming at the mouth stare-down at this point but also add a low-toned Exorcist growl, “Excuse me? Playing? Is that what you said? Let me ask you, do you see me coming to your office to ‘surprise’ you during working?”
Did I get pleasure seeing their pouts? No, but if they had the nerve to say I was ‘playing’ on the computer and didn’t respect my job then I didn’t see the need to reciprocate. Did I lose my friends? No. Did they apologize? No, but I’ve had peace and quiet when I laid down the laws of my home business to them.
So the gist of this post is to simply tell you that you are in control of your writing. Not your family, not your neighbour, and not your Muse because your Muse feeds off your emotional state and when you’re depressed she goes on a holiday without you.
Now I’m off to perfect that stare-down because someone’s knocking on the door.
Note from Ginger: This woman accomplishes more in a day than the energizer bunny. If you want proof, check out this page and discover more about Ms. Lea.