Well, happy December 1st! We made it! I hope you all are fairing well and whatever may be happening in your day to day isn’t too stressful and overwhelming. I know with the way the world is right now, everyone is struggling in different but significant ways. So hang in there!!
Ever feel like your writing is just… crap? Yea?! I’m right there too. I’m 3/4 of the way done with my novel… phew that’s huge! Except, I hit a huge wall in my storyline. Certain things are out of place, there’s a few plot holes that need fixing, and the pacing is a bit rough. And I’ve got 25k left to write. Yikes!!!
BUT THAT’S OKAY!!!! It’s a rough draft for a reason!! (I keep reminding myself that but I’m still struggling…)
Apparently the message I received last week about my snippet (which I discuss under “When someone “helps.”) apparently that is still getting to me. Psyching me out. I will admit my confidence is fragile with the novel. I’m trying really hard to get it in check. And go easy on myself. That’s really hard for me though.
I’m tempted to edit what I have so far, I think it’ll give me a better idea on where to go in the end. I know how it ends… I just can’t seem to get there yet. Frustrating.
Outlining and planning have been my friend in the past, so maybe I can get away with doing that for the end and hold off on editing. I’m not sure. I’m merely venting and sharing my woes.
You’re not alone. Write the thing. You got this.
Enjoy the day and keep pressing forward. You’ve got this. Today is short and sweet. Talk to ya later!
Today I’d like to talk about something that I’ve personally experienced. Something I find can be counterproductive to the less confident writer and unless it’s handled properly can come off quite abrasive.
Unsolicited advice, critiques, suggestions… however you want to word it, whatever you want to call it… it can be really quite annoying and a bit damaging to the delicate confidence of a writer.
Now while I am quite confident in my poetry, I stand by my writing and voice when I write poetry, the novel I’m working on is a different story. I often suffer from imposter syndrome, I lack confidence and am overly critical of my skill as a novelist. So when someone decides to share their opinion or critique of a post or excerpt it can really take some rallying to pump myself up afterwards. While I am sure this person was completely harmless in their suggestions and overall was doing so from a good place, I wonder though is it even necessary?
I ask this because well… for starters, it’s a first draft, it’s a rough first draft, there will be errors, there will be things that need fixing. If that had been taken into account, is the advice helpful? Probably not. You’re doing more damage to that insecure writer rather than lifting them up.
Am I going to continue writing? Absolutely!! Am I going to try to edit the excerpts as best as I can before posting them so no one can come at me with this advice… yup!!
The moral of the story. Think twice before opening your mouth to a writer… I mean it.
Have you received unsolicited advice that was counterproductive? More harm than good? Let me know in the comments.
As always, drink your water, take your Turkey out of the freezer if you’re cooking one and stay well.
When I joined Instagram over a year and a half ago I had no intention of writing poetry again. It was something I had done in my past but certainly not recently.
After 6 months in the poetry community I put my first self published poetry book out. Something I never imagined that I would do.
And then nearly a year later I self published my second poetry book. But during that time I had written a piece for a prompt. I was given a song lyric… “he’s coming back from somewhere he never should’ve been..” it’s from The Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks. A song I was actual fond of and had grown up with.
I wrote two pieces for the prompt. And one… had something to it… it had a story. I was inspired to write a part two… giving the characters more interaction and history, then a part three, and that eventually went on to be six parts. People were hooked and so was I. And that is where The Fractured Veil was born.
Below you’ll see the original poem to begin the journey into Emric and Arryn’s story.
“Curtains of snow blankets the hills as it falls effortlessly from the frozen sky above, Not a whisper would be uttered as the shadow people slipped from their hell, The trees protested softly echoing their disdain for the touch of darkness that fell, Without warning there was one that could quiet the moans of the suffering, emerging, He returned from somewhere he never should’ve been, but called to the cause, He’d never turn down a chance to right his own sins, marked by the darkness only the brave would ever mention, for fear of merely speaking it into existence, Battle scars and wounds delivered from this life or the last, they lie deeply embedded into the soul he truly for forever resented, Called upon by the angels that fell, to ferry the very beings he battled once beside satan in hell, As they make their way across the veil, he will forever be carrying the weight a reaper knows too well, charged with the duty to keep order among the light, he knows this is everlasting souls plight, Collecting of the artifacts cast out by the witches of old times, he would not be troubled by their sinister crimes, their evil could not penetrate the armor given by Mephostopheles himself, there is no telling of the demons he’s seen but he is of their kind if you can read his tell, but who could, a seer to see him for the man beneath it all, she was always the one to help behind the scenes to deliver a light for him to unfreeze, he was always coming back from somewhere he never should have been, understanding his heart and soul was tarnished with a curse beyond our comprehension of old, he hunted them down wherever they may roam, often traveling between the two worlds, a sinister hunter, a collector, his very own bringer of a doomsday spell, to her, hell existed on earth and she’d hold him close for all she was worth, as his feet crunches the snow of this land, he remembers how it felt to feel the brush of her hand, her warmth unlike that of anyone else he had known, she saw him for more, what it was, was unknown, he knew he’d never leave this earth and for her sake he hoped she’d stay with him to remain his hearth.”
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Hey there!! Hopefully you’re doing well as you read this and your day/night has gone great for you! It’s time I introduce the novel I’m working on The Fractured Veil.
The Fractured Veil is best described as a paranormal romance. There’s demons, and light beings, love and a turmoil, all during present day, modern times in the state of Washington.
The story of an immortal man, a bounty hunter working for a demon who survives on the light and energy of purer souls. The perfect life, moving from town to town, seeing the world, experiencing new things and people until someone changes everything.
The “mark” that’ll disrupt the life of ease but there doesn’t seem to be a choice. The soul, the heart knows what it’s needs and wants and when Emric meets Arryn, the way of things is shattered.
Join Emric and Arryn on this epic journey of love as they discover each other and what this all means, while avoiding destruction from Samson who desires and needs Arryn. As she is something of great worth to someone like Samson…