She saw him sitting there on a bar stool at the counter, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was looking at a screen in his hand. He didn’t see her looking at him.
One thing I know about myself is that my personality, my character, even my physical appearance, doesn’t fit into a conventional mold.
I’m a very different entity in terms of societal expectations of how someone like me is supposed to be. I don’t fit the pattern of most middle-aged, teenage-parenting women of today, and frankly, I’m just fine with that.
It wasn’t always like that. I am like this now, or at least I’m learning how to be like this more, nowadays.
I have learned not to give a crap about most things over the years. Also, I’m parenting teens and this alone has reduced my patience for other people’s drama or unsolicited opinions dramatically. 🙃
I came to these realizations early this morning while reading a blog post from a romance author.
Do you want to know how hard it is to write when there are endless familial distractions around you?
Especially if you’re trying to write romantic, sexy scenes?
Maybe writing romantic fiction isn’t in the cards for me after all. 🙄
Today I created a spreadsheet to tally up the words I’ve written so far in the romantic fiction category:
almost 20,000 words
This surprises me. Apparently, I’m a writer. 😉
You know when you’re writing fiction and you’re on a roll and you have this great story in your head and your characters are developing satisfactorily and you actually enjoy editing and you keep getting more inspirations and you write for days with little thought about anything else and it all seems so easy until you suddenly find yourself stuck and you can’t get passed it and your characters are locked in position?
So you sleep on it and you come back to it the next day but every sentence you write is drivel and the entire thing starts to look like it was a big, fat mistake and you’d rather throw the whole thing out the window and go clean your house, and your neighbour’s house, and maybe the one across the street too because your story is stalled and you don’t know what to do about it.
You know that problem?
Well there’s a very simple solution. And I’m going to share it with you.
All you have to do is create some natural disaster, like a tornado, that will rip through the building and flatten the town. Now, everyone is crushed and your story has an ending.