Yesterday’s artist date inspires today’s writing, reflections, and musings.
Yesterday’s artist date inspires today’s writing, reflections, and musings.
Instead of doing #NaNoWriMo in November, I’m going to unplug – at least somewhat. What I will not be doing (or trying not to):
What I hope I will be doing:
I also plan to delete my LinkedIn account. I only returned because the old Lynda.com was now part of LinkedIn and they forced me to rejoin LinkedIn to access it. Each time I renew for another month, they change how they work. Now you have to use iTunes to manage your payments, which I try to avoid as often as possible. iTunes – ugh! I”d like to delete LinkedIn immediately, but I still have access to classes for most of November.
Except for Twitter, I’ve deleted my other social media accounts. Even the word “social media” creeps me out – lol!
Ah, but then there’s YouTube. I subscribe to several travel Vloggers, but I’ve noticed that by watching their travel experiences, my travel experience is diminished. It’s helpful to read about places you might visit, but YouTube vlogs kinda take away the surprise, those things you stumble upon which make your experience so much richer.
And I really dislike all the begging to subscribe and share and donate money. I definitely think I need to avoid travel vloggers. At first I thought that might be the hardest thing for me to give up, but it’s getting old and I’m not enjoying the videos as much.
I have no idea how November might change me, but I hope to update you all in December.
Unplugging – it sounds so sexy to me – lol! I’ve been drawn to unplugging for some time because, like most people today, I’ve been noticing the downside of too much information, over stimulation, social media, etc., etc. And not just as a writer, but as a musician and as a person.
Working in the San Francisco Bay Area with a career in electronic publishing since the late 1970s, I was one of the first to hop aboard all things electronic, imagining something like the internet and hollering with glee when it became accessible to all. But things don’t stay as they were. Instead of being helpful, the internet has deteriorated in so many ways and don’t get me started on social media.
Anyway, it’s interesting that many people are realizing this now – people are getting off social media, studies have been studied, books have been written, and people are speaking out about the harm of it all.
What I’m leading up to is I found this post in my email yesterday – “How Online Overload Harms Your Writing Career” from Productive Writers. He quotes a book called The Shallows: What the Internet is Doing to Our Brains by Nicholas Carr. I downloaded a sample to my reader and can’t wait to get into it today.
I’m wondering if maybe this is why I’ve lost interest in writing. Is it because I can’t focus for that long these days? Have I said everything I have to say? Or did I lose interest as my readers lost interest? Once the algorithms changed from people finding me via search engines to a weighted discovery of numbers – sites and books with the most sales are shown to people’s eyeballs. So if your numbers aren’t huge, you get practically zero visibility. The more you sell, the more you will sell. The less you sell, the less people will even know about you until finally your sales stop completely. Another way the internet is all screwed up.
We’re being told what we see – it’s no longer the free space where all are equal – that’s the problem with social media – it’s controlling “information” and we see different things, dictated by advertisers and algorithms. We’re being controlled like puppets. But the scariest thing of all is how our brains are actually being changed from it.
It’s definitely time to unplug – at least somewhat. It won’t be easy because we’ve been trained to reach for our smart phone every time we get that twitch, which is practically nonstop. I’ve noticed that if I turn my phone off or leave it in another room, I sleep much better. No middle-of-the-night poetry, but I’ll just have to write it at the computer during the day. Who knows what I may actually accomplish?
I believe that people aren’t normally stupid. Dysfunction, inauthenticity makes people look stupid. Social media actually makes people do stupid. It dulls your brain, your thinking ability, lessens your communication/people skills.
Take writing, for example. It’s often been said that you need to exercise your writing muscle and write every day or most days to stay strong. So inactivity weakens that writing muscle. And if you’re inactively writing because you’re sharing photos and likes on social media, your brain becomes lazy.
And so I sit here day after day this October unable to focus on writing a scene. It’s like when I first started writing, only worse. Back then, it took me all day to actually sit down and write a scene. I had good intentions of starting my writing day int he morning. But I couldn’t get anything out of my head until about 4 p.m.
Now I’d be happy if I could do that. Instead, my brain is jello, my attention span is ridiculously short. It’s easier to flip through youtube channels, peek into Twitter, and play a game on my iPad. I might read, but even that seems like a challenge – all of that focus on understanding content.
This is sad and must come to an end. I must sit down and write every day to get that flabby writing muscle in shape. Even music has become a crutch – it’s easier to open up Logic Pro and start auditioning Apple loops or keyboard a few midi notes.
Maybe that’s what #Blogtoberfest is all about for me – getting my writing muscle back in shape. A daily blog post is the warm-up, hopefully leading to writing a sentence, a paragraph, a page, three pages maybe. That used to come so easily. But one thing I’m noticing is that I feel such peace when I’m sitting down and actually writing something… anything.
I saw this article about favorite words written by one of my favorite writer friends, Lauren Baratz-Logsted, on Twitter this morning. We were in the same Chick Lit writing group back in the day. Anyway, her post sparked this blog post about my favorite words and why.
I first became aware of having favorite words in the first grade. A classmate of mine named Lucy obviously loved the word “Lucy” because she’d write “Lucy Lucy Lucy” all over the place.
But my favorite words were “said” and “David.” This seemed really strange to me. Why “said?” Why “David?” I liked the sound they made. The beat of the “d.” It wasn’t until I met my father’s family, who happen to all be musicians, especially drummers, that I understood first of all, why I loved the drums so much (“All my kids play the drums,” my father said), and why I loved “said” and “David.” (The story of that meeting was published in Myths of the Fatherless.)
If you listen closely you can hear that “said” and “David” sound like drum beats. So my love for words wasn’t really about being a writer and lover of expressing those words. No my love for words was about the sound they made. The drums. Music. And that’s why I switched from pursuing writing fiction solely to broadening out to songwriting and learning all I can about producing modern Electronic music. So many drums. So many sounds.
I’ve been gearing up for writing 30 poems in 30 days for #NaPoWriMo this April but I’ve just learned of #CampNaNoWriMo (April version of #NaNoWriMo–Novel Writing Month). Something has got to give! After #FAWM (February Album Writing Month), I’ve decided that perhaps I should give my ears a break and write a novel and poetry instead. I can gear back up for 50/90 (50 Songs in 90 Days) from July-October.
I’ve never been a fan of these writing challenges before but, somehow, where I am in life is leading me to loving them.
I’d just joined TAXI, I still have two months of NSAI membership, recently enrolled in a Logic Pro X Music Production class and got some new killer speakers, so I am feeling a bit guilty about putting music aside to focus on other writing. But, I tell myself, it’s only for one month. I still have time for 50/90, and I still have time for the TAXI Road Rally in November.
Let’s see how this year plays out.
in honor of the 10-year anniversary of the release of Real Women Wear Red in paperback (Kindle wasn’t available back then), I’m rereleasing Real Women Wear Red with the sequel Real Women Go Hawaiian included ($3.99 on Kindle or the standalone copy of Real Women Go Hawaiian for $2.99 also on Kindle).
“In that moment, I knew I could no longer be a Wall Street monkey, and somewhere out there Hawaii was calling my name.” – Robin from Real Women Go Hawaiian
When the women of Real Women Wear Red return from their Caribbean cruise, each woman must deal with the consequences of secrets shared onboard ship.
Millie’s secret sends Robin reeling all the way to Blue Hawaii, and she finds herself chasing Moondoggie and singing the Blues. This sets off the “Millie Domino Effect.”
Millie chases after Robin and Monterey Jack chases after Millie.
Cyn joins Robin and Millie on the cruise when her “Cary Grant” gets too serious too fast. And Sandy runs to Cyn for motherly comfort when her shipboard romance blows up.
Four women, four islands, and a seven-night cruise to Paradise. Is there life after they go Hawaiian or will they end up singing the Blues?
AVAILABLE NOW on Kindle as a standalone or free with the purchase of Real Women Wear Red.
Today’s post from the Florida’s Writer Association, “The Sublime Art of the Unreliable Narrator,” got my attention, reminding me of a writing group I used to be a part of. We were chatting about something and I was offering my opinion and when, as an example for my point of view, I told of a personal incident, one of the writers said, “You’re an unreliable narrator.”
What??? No, an unreliable narrator purposely omits information to intentionally mislead the reader. I hadn’t done that intentionally – I just hadn’t told that story about myself yet. We may never tell some stories about ourselves – most definitely. It’s different with a book – you can be an unintentional unreliable narrator or you can do it purposefully if you’ve mastered the art.
Either way, it reminds me of all the arguments taking place on social media these days. Each person is set in their point of view and is not listening to yours. We don’t know everything about them and why they have their opinion and they don’t know everything about us and why we might feel the way we do.
My husband and I love to listen to Jazz and sip wine in the evenings. We also enjoy watching TV and movies set in the past – maybe because we’re both such history buffs.
So, in full disclosure after yesterday’s post about Nashville, today I’m thinking of going all retro, Jazzy, fully embracing my father’s era and the novel he loved so much, Letters on Balboa Island. Will my future books be set in the past? Any past in particular? Will my music become more Jazzy? I don’t know what this means, yet, but I’m excited to explore it.
LETTERS ON BALBOA ISLAND
“When I was seventeen, I knew two things that were true: (1) You couldn’t help but meet a man in a military uniform in southern California in the 1950s, and (2) Sooner or later, men would leave. ” – Rosalie
When Rosalie Martin chooses to spend her life with a military man in the post Korean War era of the 1950s, she can’t forget another she met during the war. And when letters surface on Balboa Island years later, she realizes she may have chosen the wrong man. So when fate offers her the chance to make a different choice, will she? Or has she lived a life of lies for too long?
In my last blog post, I wrote that when you change something, everything changes. Often, we just want to change one thing and then are surprised by so many things changing, things we didn’t really want to change. But that’s what holds people back from changing anything.
After a brief halt to the life-changing events we’d started in motion, we’re back on track for changes. And they’ve already begun. I couldn’t spend one more afternoon in that house facing the intensity of the desert sun. It’s not my natural habitat, and I’d spent almost 10 years there. It was definitely time for a big change.
But I miss waking up in that bedroom, my morning routine of Rich going downstairs first to feed the cats and start the coffee while I stretch my back so I can get out of bed, get dressed, and join him downstairs to sip our coffee together. After morning devotions and kissing him good-bye for his morning commute, I would peek into General Hospital, play with the kitties, and then head up to my office either to work on some music in my studio, write a blog post, or write a scene for my current wip.
Around 10 am, I might take a morning break walking the neighborhood, and then return to whatever I was working on until about 11-11:30 to make lunch, watch the rest of GH, and then have my lunchtime chat with Rich. I loved this routine!
But it was isolating in that big house, and by the end of the day, I was nutty – lol! So here we are, throwing ourselves into a whirlwind of change, moving across the country, moving from a suburban house into an urban apartment, ready to get back to work and see what else I jump into – writing groups or music groups – this has yet to be seen.
It’s exciting and scary as I peek into the future and the past at the same time.
In the meantime, I noticed Raining Men got a 5-star review after its recent upload of version 2.0. Thank you. It encourages me to keep moving forward, writing stories and writing songs.
When California girl Brooke Slade, looking for love in all the wrong places, is presented with an opportunity to move to the Pacific Northwest, she turns it down, refusing to leave her life in Sunny California. But when she loses her job, she decides to give the Northwest a chance for thirty days and discovers it’s raining more than the wet stuff – it’s raining men. Wading through so many Mr. Wrongs, can she find Mr. Right?
AVAILABLE NOW on Amazon.com for Kindle.