In reading the posts, I realized the posters are the active bunch of my agency, and that I am inactive. This means that I am not only not participating in the conversation, but that I am also not producing, contributing or writing anything new. My platform is flatter than a prepubescent girl’s chest (makes me recall junior high hell). My evenings are spent trying to catch up on my housework and reading rather than writing. The only writing I was cranking out was done at work (I’m a seasoned copywriter with a penchant for editing and graphics). Writing for pleasure had ceased to be a priority in my life.
Why? Because as my agent, Christine Witthohn says, “Life happens.”
She’s right – within the last few months, I moved out on my own and am dealing with extraordinary personal circumstances that leave me tired, dragging and emotionally numb. Coming up with new material at this time seemed anything but possible. My story alone was fodder for the writing coffers. Your own might include:
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However, the spark still burned, and I found myself inspired by the graveyard that runs behind my condo complex. I felt drawn to it, and started thinking about a story that revolves around the grave stones and greenery. But I didn’t want a typical YA paranormal ya-ya story like I swore never to write. Instead, I yearned to bring adulthood to my writing. What would the story be like? What the heck was I gonna do with a graveyard?
Since I seem to come up with ideas at work, my mind went a-flutter behind the desk and two weeks ago, the idea for an adult story popped into my head. I fleshed-out the first chapter and am eager to write the story, allowing the characters to take off where my outline stops (not that I am a planner – once a pantser, always a pantser). Yes, there are no teenagers in this story. Yes, there is some paranormal. And yes, I am not ashamed of it. Oh, and the biggest benefit of adult? Better sex! 🙂
It’s like rising from the dead, resurrecting a writing career after life happens. Is it possible? Will I be able to not only write this story, but bring my platform back to life with tweets, follows, tidbits and shenanigans? Yes, I think so. Won’t you join me?