The year before last, I decided to try a writer’s retreat, hoping to inspire and accelerate my latest work-in-progress. My wife is a published poet, and the idea appealed to her as well. Many web packages were out of our price range, so I decided to put my own package together with an eye toward relatively untraveled paths.
The other day, I wanted to tell my husband something vital. We were running low on eggs or that a new murder series had been added to Brit Box. You know, items that could make or break a relationship. After coming up empty, I found him watching television in our finished basement, some kind of show called ACL.
The only ACL I was familiar with was the ligament in my knee that I busted and had to get replaced a few years ago. I had NO idea that ACL also stood for the American Cornhole League or another competing association called the American Cornhole Organization.
When I naively embarked on a quest to write and publish my first novel, I felt like I was climbing a mountain. Every step took me closer to the summit. Sometimes it seemed within reach. Other times I couldn’t see it, and I questioned whether it was really up there. But I persevered, and I braced myself for the view.
In our finest of holiday traditions, we bring to you our annual Yuletide carol. With hope for the new year, the inspiration for your writing, and a dash of motivation, we wish you health, wealth, and all of the words.
Thanks and Happy Holidays from the NCW Leadership team and The Writing Bug staff.
Though I write in multiple genres, I tend to circle back to one genre in particular. Three of my published novels are historical fiction. My first novel, The Breach, told the Alamo’s story from the Mexican point of view. That book took me three years to research, two years to write, and another half-decade to convince a publisher to take a chance. I was fifty-years-old when the book came out. It seemed to me that if I wanted to build up any kind of a backlist, I’d better write something besides historical fiction.
I come by it, naturally. My aunt was always dying of something horrible (she actually did die of something terrible). My grandmother was convinced she had cancer (she never had cancer). If I have a headache, an ache, a pain, I’m sure I have COVID, an autoimmune disease, or malignant tumors. Just for the record, I’ve never had anything more severe than periodic high blood pressure. Talking myself into an early grave doesn’t do me any good.
I recently served on a panel for the Greeley Creative District with several other “area creatives” gifted in art, music, writing, and various other ventures. The topic centered around a familiar issue: Imposter Syndrome. What is it? How do we cope? And when have we accomplished enough that we can stop worrying about it?
Bored of being at home? Tired of playing the same old games over and over again? How about some Dungeons & Dragons (D&D for short)? It’s fun for the whole family, and it’s an excellent writing aid to boot.