Of course then they seemed to me to be doggone incredibly nice boots that just had unfortunately developed a few holes that once fixed would be even cooler boots. Immediately I started to think about what great taste I had in boots, and began planning to take them out on the town as soon as they were fixed. The boot buyer in me was overwhelmed with her ability to find perfect boots, possibly even classic boots, when what I should have been paying attention to was how much it was going to cost to fix them. I never did ask. Now whatever the boots cost, I have to grin and bear it and write a check.
And you know what? The little universe I’d just entered would make a great story. I should have been taking notes. Listening to conversations filled with talk of shoes, and the biker guy in front of me in line, whatever he was saying. But no, I was overcome with, “My gosh I have great taste in boots, don’t I? Let’s see. What else about me is great? Maybe I should stop off at Party Town and pick up some crepe paper and horns and spend all day having a party for myself.”
The way to write a novel is to show up every day in front of your computer and sit there. Put your hands on the keyboard and see what happens. If nothing does, read over whatever you wrote the day before and tinker a little with it. Writers need to warm up just like athletes. If you can’t think of one thing to write, try one of these starters:
Mary (insert your narrator’s name here) regretted…..
Five things Clarence remembered:
Words will arrive. They might be not so great words, but if you read my initial blog entry, you will know that you have
Something to work with
- Jillionth rejection letter just arrived and you are skipping a meal to pay for stamps
- You’re poor and your crappy job doesn’t allow you time to write
- The good ship “Relationship” is filled with holes and sinking
- You are not, nor ever will be “a great writer”
- Other, less talented writers are having success.
Ta ta for now,