Monday, January 08, 2007

In the Beginning

One of the most exciting things for a writer is beginning a new project. That's where I'm at right now. So many projects, possibilities, opportunities to tell the world I have something to say. It's also one of most frustrating, scary times for a writer. That blinking cursor mocking me, reminding me I still haven't made any major bestseller lists; that there are already plenty of fodder out there vying for the reading public's attention and pocketbook, what makes me think I have anything worthy to add.

I can't really say that I do, but I'm going to have another go at it. I found one of my books on another online site today. I'm not as impressed by my name in print as I used to be. Now I realize that it won't necessarily amount to anything. But I'm going to keep writing. I can't help myself. I know there's another book in me, a bestseller that will propel me to the top of the charts. But I won't find it if I don't sit myself down in front of the computer and get to work.

I've used up every stalling tactic in my arsenal to avoid beginning this book. First off, I just finished the last one in December. I think I deserve a week or two to decompress. Then I got all my '06 affairs together necessary to please Uncle Sam since that time of year has rolled around again. I watered the plants this morning. I set up another book signing, mailed off some promo material for the aforementioned signing, walked the dog, posted on my other blog, sent out a mass emailing, did nearly an hour of Tae-bo, and fixed lunch. All that's left to keep me from getting started is a nap. The loveseat behind me sure looks inviting.

Deadlines mean I am finally a working writer. This is what I've dreamed of for as long as I can remember. Alas, it is not as romantic as one might think. A friend of mine says she used to imagine writing a book. She pictured herself as another Angela Lansbury character. Then she met me and I doused all those pre-conceived notions on the allure of the writing life. She's no longer interested in moving to Cabot Cove and pecking out mysteries on an old Selectric.

After this post has been published I am determined to start brainstorming some new book ideas. Of course that might be better accomplished at the local library. Or the dog might need walked again. That couch just keeps looking better and better.

I'll let you know how it goes.
Go Bucks!!!!!!!!!!

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