What I Write
I am allowing myself to do it all. I will have the whole cake, thank you, and if I want, I’ll have the carton of ice cream too. And when I’ve doubled over in agony, I will blame no one – not even myself – because I did what I wanted and there is no greater joy than the pain of succeeding.
I will not allow the way I survive to make me think less of myself. I am a success in that I have shown my strength. I’ve lain down on the bed of nails and I haven’t leapt up, letting the weight of my foolishness drive the points deeper. I’ve remained, and one day, when I’m ready, I will calmly stand and walk away.
I am allowing myself joy and happiness. I am making a suit out of my adulthood that I will hang on the back of my door when the day is done and change into my footy pajamas, my paper crown and play. I will do the business tomorrow of selling the happy scribbles I make at night. I will hold the child within me and let her be inspired.
I will not allow the past to dominate the present. The false gods of anxiety, depression and self-doubt may knock at the door, cold-call me at all hours, but I will not let them in. I will not surrender myself to a shadow of time that tries to pry at my consciousness and shake old photos and calendar pages in my face. I will climb the stairs to my room and be still.
I am allowing myself patience and space. I am allowing myself dates and good chocolate. I am allowing myself funny t-shirts and pats on the back. I am allowing myself comforting hugs. I am allowing myself gratitude and attaboys and a list of all the awesome things I’ve done. I am allowing myself forgiveness. I am allowing myself tonight and tomorrow and the next day and every sunset and moonrise there could ever be.
I am allowing myself to be and rest in the comfort that I still am.
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A little bit of everything? Strange fiction, poetry, essays, features…I’ve visited the buffet for several plates, each a little different from the last.
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My Write-a-thon Goals
This year, I’m starting a new novel. Working Title: Working the Dead. I wrote part of a version of it a while back, but unlike then I actually have an idea where this is going.
Here’s the test jacket:
When Daisy died, she wasn’t expecting clouds or choirs of angels or even brimstone. But she also wasn’t expecting this.
Living in the Thanatopolis – Dead City, everyone calls it, one of many names – could just seem like L.A. or New York. But there is magic here. And rules.
Everyone is still getting judged by some higher power – who is He or She? Wouldn’t you like to know.
But what Daisy knows is that something bad happened between her and someone she loved before she died. Now she’s going to find out what, and not even miles of eternity are going to stop her.
My goal for the Write-a-thon is 500 words per day. I can definitely go over that, but this is something I know I can commit to. I mean, 500 words is just a really, really long tweet. Or a bunch of tweets. Or a fantastic email.
It’s the summer of love, people! Let’s do this!
So throughout the Write-a-thon, I’ll be sharing bits and pieces of my writing process over on my blog (bohemianonrye.com). But as added incentive, for every $10 donated to me, I will post a complete chapter of Working the Dead.
For every $50, I will complete a piece of digital artwork, such as a sketch of one of the characters, a scene from the story, etc.
These are just for starters. Let’s make this worthwhile and I’ll look at other goodies for you fiction lovers.
PS — Check out the reblogging challenge on my blog for a chance to win a spot as one of the dead in my next book.