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Good things, bad things, and inspiration

Stunning pieced and applied floarl quilt,Creative Commons photo by mellicious via Flickr

I’ve lived a crazy mix in the three weeks since my previous post, with more ups and downs than a snakes and ladders board.

Three computers have failed on me, losing work each time. I’m careful with backups, but now I back up every day. It would have needed backups every hour to avoid losing some work in these cases though! Last Sunday, thanks to malfunctioning software that looked like it was saving, but wasn’t, I lost over 5000 words of planning for my new story, all the character bios, a loooooooong day’s work. There’s been some minor dramas with the mother-in-law. My husband is ill. And I’ve been challenging myself with my writing. Yes, I’m a week behind where I hoped to be, but I’m still on track.

*smiles* It’s not the same track I expected I’d be on, but that’s okay!

If there’s a lesson in all this, and I’m sure there is because I don’t believe anything happens by accident, it’s that I can keep writing no matter what, and I don’t need to be so attached to my planning documents. I can’t read them back, but on some level, I know what I need to know for the story.

The Fast Draft was… interesting.

I got nearly 70k in less than two weeks, and discovered I could write 6k a day and 2k in an hour using timed writing if I really pushed myself. A messy, drecky, typo-ridden 2k, sure, but more than I ever believed I could possibly achieve in an hour.

I’m hoping that now I know it’s doable, like the 4 minute mile, I’ll be able to keep doing it and doing it and doing it. Well, I couldn’t do a four minute mile, I’m more like a fifteen minute mile, but you know what I mean! Once I know what speeds I can reach, that writing fast isn’t only for 100 word a minute typists with no fear of RSI, I can do it again. I type about 35 words a minute, top speed, maybe. But 2k an hour is still within my reach.

That’s the good part.

The bad part is that the 70k is pretty much unusable as it is. I haven’t tried reading it back, but if there is, I’ll be surprised. I got nowhere near finishing the story, which was meant to be 70k all prettied up and edited and with all the lovely stuff layers in in rewrites.  70k of tangled mess that got me just past the midpoint wasn’t part of the plan. I felt like an utter failure, wondered why I’d been nuts enough to give up a well paid secure job for the stupid dream of writing when I obviously couldn’t do it.

But another good part was realising what I did wrong.

My original concept for the story was a kind of literary women’s fiction, a patchworking of other wildly different points of view on the background of the main character’s story, somehow making a unified whole, like a quilt is made of so many different pieces of fabric. Then I saw what one of the Harlequin Love Inspired Historical editors had on her submission wish list and realised I could use the research I’d done for this story to write something she might be looking for. And that’s what I planned and set out to write and arranged to pitch to her.

But my writer self had other ideas. What came out in the 70k followed the plan I’d carefully made, but had so much more in it than I planned. I didn’t know what I had. All I could see was my story spiralling out of control. I couldn’t possibly pitch this story, the one I wanted first drafted before the pitch day. Also, I’d thought some more and realised what I planned most likely wasn’t a fit with what she asked for, and even if it was, I had no idea how to get the story on track anyway. I felt like dropping into despair. Instead, I asked for help and guidance.

What I got was a new story to pitch, a contemporary inspiration romance. What I got was permission to slow down on the Fast Draft, but that I should keep writing on it, but just 2k a day while I planned the new story. After two days of that, I had a flash of insight.

Yes, it really was a flash. Like a light switching on. I could see what had gone wrong with the story. Bizarrely, I hadn’t just combined the two versions, the original lit fic one and the planned-for inspy romance. What came out had threads of those stories, but also included a third story, a women’s fiction with romantic elements that had a totally different focus. Something that had been merely an incidental plot device in the “plan”, a manufactured way to throw the hero and heroine together more, became the main character arc in the draft -  her finding herself as a healer, and finding her own model for what being a woman means. It’s the start of a family saga. And I also saw how to “fix” all three stories.

So instead of failing, I got a bonus! I now have three stories to carefully untangle out of that unfinished first draft.

Oh, and I got a request from the editor at the online pitch, too, so next week I’ll get moving on the Fast Draft of the new story, too. I’m so excited about it! I wanted to start drafting last week, but all the computer problems got in the way of that.

And there’s a good thing in the delay as well! After the mess that came from my carefully detailed plan last time, I decided to just have a rough back-of-an-envelope sketch map this time, an idea of the major turning points and that’s it. Well, no. I now have a pretty good plan, not totally detailed, but pieces that were big blank plot holes are now filled in. I feel more ready to write than ever before, and more scared. Knowing an editor actually wants to see what I’ll write? Eeep!

But I’ll do it anyway. I’ll just keep asking for guidance and support, and keep trusting. And keep reading this inspiring quote I found tucked away in a file when I was doing one of the multiple backups and transferring stuff from one computer to another this week. I have no idea where I copied it from in the first place. If you know, please tell me so I can attribute it properly!

God created me to write

God wants me to write

God empowers me when I write

God blesses me when I write

My writing is beautiful, because my writing is a gift from God.

I’m so grateful for that! Whatever you have been given a deep love to do, substitute it for “write”, and it still holds true.
Photo by mellicious via Flickr


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Fast Draft – finally!

Word page for Fast Draft- Autumn Macarthur

So, after a month of research and planning, I finally started the first draft of my convict ship Love Inspired Historical yesterday.  Phew!

Perfect timing, Candace Havens offered another of her Fast Draft workshops, that I’ve heard so many good things about.  I wasn’t quite finished the planning, but the opportunity seemed too good to miss.

So far, I have over 9,000 words of story, so it seems to be working!

I don’t know what it is about Blaze writers. I’ve planned the story using Cathy Yardley’s Rock Your Plot , because with such a big complex story I knew I needed to do something different to what I normally do; I’m writing it using Candace’s Fast Draft; and I’m also doing a Category workshop with Tawny Weber at Savvy Authors. All Blaze authors, all awesome teachers, but I’m writing inspy! And yes, I am a workshop tart!

Hopefully, I’ll report back in after ten days with a completed first draft. The finished story needs to be 70 – 75k, but I know I’ll add 25-30% in edits so I’m aiming for 55k in the first draft. I want that finished well before the online pitch to a Love Inspired editor on May 8. At 5k + a day,  it will be done.

But wish me luck, persistence, and motivation, just in case!


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Help! I write more ABOUT writing than I write!

Logo for 100 k words in 100 days

It’s April 10,  so the results are in for the writing challenge I joined, 100 k in 100 days.

They’re a shocker!

The good news- in 100 days I wrote 198, 183 countable words.

The bad news – my story word count was only 41,837.

The rules were:

What you CAN count towards your 100k

  • Novels
  • Short stories
  • Poetry
  • Prose
  • Creative non-fiction (i.e. self-help books, humour, histories, biographies etc)
  • Articles
  • Notes for any creative piece you write, or exercises from creative writing courses.
  • Writing related or creative blog posts. But they must be of the creative variety (i.e. writing related or related to some other interest, incl. pets, children, flowers, photography or your life as an ex-pat) and not just what you had for breakfast that morning. Unless you’re Jamie Oliver and what you had for breakfast is very interesting (so recipe blogs are fine to include).

What you CANNOT count towards your 100k

  • Twitter status updates
  • Facebook status updates
  • emails
  • letters to the editor
  • notes to the milkman
  • letters in general
  • memos or reports at work though I will allow contributions to in-house magazines or newsletters.

I stuck carefully to the guidelines, made sure I only counted permitted words. So considering things were insane at the Day Job for the first six weeks, plus I had my mother-in-law ill and was busy there too, the total word count is pretty darned good.

But the worrying thing is the story word count. Less than a quarter of the total. Sure, I was editing a story and needed to write loads of notes for that. Sure, I’m now planning another story and it’s a historical needing loads of research and working out so I have over 40 k of research and planning notes. Sure I set up a new website for a little sideline business (Vegan Water Kefir) and wrote around 10 k there, and in some related articles.

Even taking all that into account,  for every story word I wrote I wrote three or four times as many other words! I’m obviously a lot better at writing about writing than I am at actually writing! That’s scary and makes me wonder if it’s another procrastination method. The answer is a big loud “YES!”

So, I’m doing Camp Nanowrimo now, with a total story word count of 60,000. Guess how many words I have now?

Zero. Zilch. Nought. Nothing. A big steaming pile of non-existence.

Okay, I have 1752 words, if I want to count the false start, which I’m not. I started writing the story on April Fools day, and looks like I was the fool! I had a load of research and absolutely no planning, and ended up the day with a fab start to a completely different story.

Which is a good and useful thing, because I recognised straight away the story I aimed to write had headed in the wrong direction, and I love the other story that emerged. I’ll have fun writing that next month. But it wasn’t hugely helpful for my April target and the story I want at least first drafted before I pitch it to an editor for my target line on May 8! It did tell me I needed to plan. So planning’s what I’ve done for the last week. I still don’t feel “finished”, but I have enough.

Tomorrow, I start writing again. It’s my 10th wedding anniversary, so it feels like a nicely symbolic day to make another new start.

We’re off to Paris (where we spent our honeymoon) for the day. A looooooong day. We leave home at six am and won’t get home until well after midnight. I still have no idea what to wear, and whatever I wear will be wrong anyway, seeing it will be -1 c when we leave home, about 18 c in the afternoon, and -1 again when we come home. Layers, but which ones? And which shoes for all the walking we’ll do?  And which bag to carry around all the discarded layers until I need to put them on again? Decisions!

Anyway, that’s another story.

But surely somewhere in the seven hours travel time, I’ll be able to pull out my PDA and get Kezia and William butting heads and arguing about whether he should allow her to travel to Australia on his ship. I have a lot of catching up to do to get this story finished in time!


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The new idea is like an unborn baby. It has never cried, dirtied a diaper, spit up on you, kept you up all night…all the things babies do that makes you wonder why you EVER though this was a good idea. The book you’re working on right now is a three year old having a full-blown tantrum on the living room floor.

Robyn Lee Hatcher, via Fliterary


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How to be happy as a writer

What to give up- and what to focus on, by Art ~ 4ThGlryOfGod via Flickr

Shameless lift from Chuck Wendig’s blog post today- 25 Ways to Be a Happy Writer. I love Chuck. I want to marry him and have his babies.

What? He’s already married with an adorable ankle biter? And I’m already an old married lady and twice his age and way too ancient to have anyone’s babies even if I could which I couldn’t?

*sigh* Guess I’ll have to settle for just loving his blog then.

Potty mouth extraordinaire, with metaphors that will set your eyeballs on fire, for sure, but there’s so much crunchy writerly goodness in his posts.

I loved every one of his points, though this one maybe spoke most of all to where I am with my writing now. # 25- Finish Your Stuff (okay, he didn’t write “stuff”, if was another word starting with ‘s’. But I’m working on my own potty mouth right now and do not want to swear, not even quoting a swear!) -

Every time you fail to finish your work, a little girl loses another kitten. A unicorn loses his horn and becomes a regular stupid old horse. A sweet old lady chokes on her dentures. But worst of all, every time you fail to finish your work it wears another small hole in your soul. You can feel it there — that ragged tear in your cloth, wind whistling through the gap. Because you know what it means. You’re giving up. Giving in. Handing over the keys. Letting the terrorists that are your Doubt and Fear and Uncertainty win. You know what all the books published and movies made and comics inked have in common? Someone finished what they started. And finishing will give you a bliss-boost. All your happiness circuits will fire like a 21-synapse-salute. Even if it’s not the best thing you’ve written. Even if it’s the worst.

Because the best thing you never finished is always less than the worst thing you did.

I’m so glad I have a strong writing goal for April. I can’t wait to get this research and planning done and start writing!

And I adore this image by the lovely talented Art ~ 4theGlryofGod. It to me is the total recipe for happiness. Plus the last point made me smile.


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On giving freely

Birthday present. Photo by the wonderfully talented h.koppdelaney via Flickr

It feels like I’ve been incredibly busy the last few weeks, yet when I try to point to what I’ve achieved, there isn’t much there.

I’m doing a lot of research into a line I’d never considered targeting before, and feel as if I’ve come home.

Harlequin’s Love Inspired and Love Inspired Historical.  The stories are wonderful -  happy, uplifting, optimistic, a celebration of pure love. They remind me of the stories I loved as a girl, like LM Montgomery.These are the kind of stories I want to write. This is writing that feeds my soul.

God is gently guiding me back to the faith I chose in my teens, and lost for a while, stuck in my anger that certain things I wanted badly didn’t happen for me.

Coming back feels so good, so sweet, so right.

So, there’s a pitch contest on eHarlequin in May, and I have a story to write. Lots to research. It’s a historical, set in a time and place I thought I already knew a fair bit about, colonial Sydney.  Except the first story in the series (my stories always want to be series!) is set on the convict ship sailing there. Oops! I know NOTHING about the day-to-day nitty gritty of life on thar four month voyage. Not enough about early Sydney, either, it turns out. So I’m researching and working on story development now, and will write the first draft in April (I’m doing Camp Nanowrimo- Autumn Mac there). it’s fun and I’m working hard but it feels like I have nothing to show for it, because where’s the word count? It will come!

I’ve been thinking  a lot about giving, about how I can give more, to my husband, my family, my communities, and eventually my readers. I used measure my giving, keep a tally. I gave them this much and they gave me that much back. I realised, that’s not true giving. That’s just a transaction.

Today, I read a wonderful blog post by Kimberly Brock on Writer Unboxed.

I read it. And I’m thinking about how I can give, and what I can give. And I’ll let God surprise me with what I’m blessed with in return. maybe just the glow of giving. Maybe an unexpected gift, like the one Kim describes.

But I won’t be keeping a tally any more.


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Cajoling the Muse instead of “smashing resistance”

Image- take a chance painted on windows, with a missing a. Metaphor for taking risks in my writing life and dropping the boot camp approach
Photo by Travis Swicegood

Hitting resistance

I hit a wall of resistance with my writing at the beginning of the week. The Muse had run away, and she did not want to co-operate.

Now I can see why. I kept criticising myself for not doing enough, not writing enough, not being productive enough. It’s been a month now since I officially quit the Day Job to write full-time, and what did I have to show for it? All I kept telling myself was more, more, more! I was bad. I was lazy. I needed to work harder.

The Muse does not like being criticised, especially when she’s already scared and uncertain.

In the past, my response to this has been to tell myself off, to push myself harder, to judge and criticise more.

We tend to use very male language for dealing with resistance and low productivity. We treat ourselves like we’re lazy and stupid. We act like it’s a war, or a gruelling exercise class. “Power your way through”, “blast your way through”, “battle this”, “conquer that”. Books like  Steven Pressfield’s The War of Art: Break Through the Blocks and Win Your Inner Creative Battles are all about that. I own several books like that, and have read and used them in the past.

But like Boot Camp, the effect doesn’t last. It’s a fast boot up the backside that might work for a few days or a few weeks for me, but wears off. And my backside was getting sore from all the kicks I’d given it.

The biggest mystery of my life is where my time goes. I’m always busy, always doing things, and yet nowhere near as productive as I’d like. As you can see from my sidebar stats for 100 k in 100 days, I still seem to do more writing about writing than actual story writing. I like to use stats like that to beat myself up. And I do beat myself up with them. Often.

Oddly enough though, all that criticism hadn’t helped me become more productive. The more I criticised and judged and beat myself up, the less I wrote, and the less I enjoyed it.

Time to try something else

Maybe fighting myself isn’t always the best way.

Maybe it’s doesn’t have to be war.

Maybe we can love our resistance and learn from it, instead. Time to take a chance, try a different way.

My resistance was telling me I was afraid of being criticised. My resistance was telling me to stop constantly judging myself against some external parameter (like amazingly prolific writing buddies), and appreciate how much I’d achieved instead.

The truth is, of course, I’ve achieved plenty this last month, I just have so many ideas and plans it feels like I haven’t done enough. I want to do more and I want to do it faster.  I am my own toughest boss, waaaay tougher than my previous boss!

I need to make allowance for the fact that I’m working my way into this writing business, finding my rhythms and the work patterns that suit me best. When I worked for myself before, years ago, running an online bookshop, it was simple. Find books, list books on Amazon, pack and post sold books. Three easy tasks. The number of different projects I have on the go now makes the fourteen hour days I often put in back then look a doddle!

Recognising achievements

I’m currently writing three different stories, all parts of longer series. I’m working on my blogs and social media activity for both my pseudonyms ready for when I publish. I’m teaching myself cover design. I’m doing writing courses. I’m working on some non-fiction articles and learning how to use paid article sites like Squidoo and Hubpages. I’m setting up two different websites for microbusiness ideas that might bring in trickles of income. I’m working out systems for keeping track of what I’m writing, how much I’m writing, and what I’m doing with what I’ve written. I’m researching markets and publishers.

I also have a life beyond writing. I’m having a big declutter and selling stuff on eBay. I’m planting lots of fruit trees and other food plants in the garden. I’m fixing up the old cutie of a bike with front and back baskets, and sewing the shopping bags for them instead of buying expensive panniers. Plus, the trade off for quitting the outside job was that I’d support my husband more with his Mum, and she’s not been well.

Phew, I’m exhausted writing all that!

Actually, I’m very happy. When I write it all down I can see that I am doing enough, it’s just that it’s scattered over multiple projects and spread thin. Those 100 k in 100 days numbers are deceptive. I’ve spent two weeks researching and writing notes for a new story, a historical set in a period I thought I knew enough about but have discovered I know nowhere near enough about. I’ve edited a story, which is great for productivity but doesn’t show in word count.I’ve done a lot.

In another couple of months, some of these projects will be completed. The websites will be up and running and won’t need so much attention. Some of the stories or partials will be submitted and I can forget them till I hear back. Then I can go deeper into the stories I have left. And it’s not as manic as it sounds (and feels at times). I get bored easily and work best like this, when I can skip between projects. It’s just a matter of time and getting used to my unique work patterns.

Creating a life with value

So I need to stop beating myself up, beating my creative self up and making her want to run away and hide and not talk to me.

My Muse (and me too!) needs gentleness, cajoling, encouragement, not whip cracking. This isn’t Boot Camp. Cathy Yardley is right. it’s not about beating the Muse into submission. It’s about making writing more enjoyable than anything else. She talks about

following dreams and being able to sustain a living without working every second of the day, being mindful of your own style, your own process, your own voice. And not feeling guilty for being yourself! It’s possible to live a sustainable, creative life, despite the obstacles and the fear…

I like that. I want balance and value in my life. I want ways I can bring in an income and give to others, without my work consuming my life.

I want a life that’s something worth living, not a Boot Camp.


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Resistance, fear of criticism, and hitting the wall

Ancient stone wall and green wooden door in Totnes, Devon

So this is my first official week of writing full time, and  today, I’m struggling. I’ve hit a wall.

It felt so liberating giving myself this freedom from a “normal job”. Now though my nagging inner parent is busy telling me I should look for another job and I should be working harder. That nagging voice is right on one thing. I need to work harder. I’m can only support us out of savings for a year so by the end of that year I need to have some income in place. To get some income, I need to submit stories to publishers, or self-publish.

And that’s the problem.

The more I tell myself I need to work harder, the less I write. I’m terrified of actually publishing my writing. Opening myself up to be seen and to be criticized. Some people are brutal with reviews. I know I need to be tough and believe in myself and just get stuff out there, but part of me feels like it will wither and die when I get bad reviews.

Of course, inevitably, I will. It’s not necessarily a judgement on the writing. All books get bad reviews eventually, unless no-one reads then except the writer’s friends and family who  have to say nice things or else!

So I’m keeping myself safe. I’m doing a neat form of self-sabotage, where it looks like I’m doing the work but in fact I jump from project to project to project and never finish anything so I never have to put anything out there either. Instead of completing a short 10 k novella to self-publish fast, like I planned, I’ve started work on a big 85 k story that will take two months just to first draft, let alone get ready to publish.

I seriously need to work on my fear and my resistance. I know it won’t get easier. I know I have to break through this wall.

But right now, I just don’t know how.  Today just disappeared. I opened the novella, not the single title, and I struggled to dredge up 1000 crappy words of story. I’m nearly midnight and I’m exhausted. It feels like the fear and resistance is winning.

But maybe it won’t win tomorrow. I’m not stopping. I’m not giving in to this stupid crazy thing that every writer feels, and every published writer needs to overcome.

Actually, I won today. Every word of those 1027 story words  I wrote was a little win, a tiny triumph.

How many wins did you make today?


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(Unofficially) I’m a full time writer!

Writing Shed in the Snow, January 2013, by Autumn Macarthur

Officially, I don’t finish at the Day Job until Friday. Unofficially, because they owed me leave, my last working day was the Friday before last, the 18th.

The first week off work had some unexpected challenges, like the snow! Yes, I did still get out in my writing shed and write, though I needed to rug up before going out there as if I was planning a trip to Antarctica, not the other side of the garden, and my little heater in there worked overtime.

I didn’t get as many words written as I would have liked, true. But that’s okay. I played with the idea of letting myself treat the two weeks until I officially left work as a holiday, no writing apart from Morning pages required.  Instead, I decided to use it as “practice time”. No word count pressures, but time to get everything ready to start seriously writing on February 2nd. Time to make sure I got the shed all prepared and ready to go. Time to do some story planning. Time to practice and prepare for the real thing.

And that’s what I did.

I got the pieced blackout and insulating blind for the shed finished. It’s not perfect, but I like it, it gives exactly the look I wanted and cost next to nothing for materials (cute Cath Kidson style cotton tea towels from the Pound Shop, gingham from a 50p charity shop shirt and stripes from another, and the cheapest polka dot polycotton I could find on ebay).

I planned the rewrite of one story I wrote years ago and totally bungled at the time, wrote the first thousand words, and submitted them to the ITV/ Mills and Boon  Racy Reads contest under my racier pseudonym Sienna Lachlan.  I’ll have fun finishing rewriting that story some time!

I have several new ideas for novellas, but I’ve just written a few notes for those so far.

I have started setting up a whole new health related business, to keep my hand in at nursing too, but that can’t be allowed to take up more than one day a week.

Best of all, I started a new Haven Bay story, my series set in a small coastal town south of Sydney. I love it. My characters even have GMC for once! There’s lots of built in conflict and it’s obvious right from the start. I began this on Sunday and already have 6 k first drafted, and a bit of a plan for the next couple of chapters.

So my unofficial start at being a full time writer has started off pretty well. I still have the trainer wheels on, I’m still not as productive as I want to be when I really get going. But it’s a good beginning.


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Best writing advice ever?

Screenshot Jenny Colgan on ITV

I loved this short but to the point video by the delightful Jenny Colgan! May just be the best writing advice ever.

I’m also strongly considering entering the Racy Reads contest. Not that what I write could remotely be considered racy (well, maybe by a very, very sheltered nun or similar), but then neither do Jenny Colgan or Cecelia Ahern, who are two authors they featured. But then I read somewhere else they are looking for erotica. Sigh!

This may be one for my naughtier alter ego Sienna.

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