I have written at all times of the year. The most busy time of the year as far as writing is the holiday season. On a recliner across from the Christmas tree I attempt to weave new Christmas classics into the fabric of tradition. December 22nd, I am most productive, in remembrance of my Grandpa's birthday. My Grandpa once told me I could do and be anything I wanted, so with the dream of being a successful author I find it fitting to write on his day.
As far as how? Well I tend to plot out all my books before I even touch my mac. I have a diagram of events. Wait. No. Diagram sounds far too organized. I have scribbles of the plot line scattered through out my black journal. The plot points arrive in my brain at all different places, a few have dropped in while at theme parks, some in bed, and school when I should be teaching. Anywhere inspiration is scheduled to visit with me I scribble. Never neatly I might add. Neat enough. Oh and the scribbling doesn't always happen with pencil in hand, sometimes, I have to hound those around me to remember what inspiration gave me.
So with all the plot drudged up, the action chapters mulled over, I fasten my seat belt on the recliner and pound the keys. I have written for 15 hours straight at one point. I have to get it all out and I need to have little or no distraction. Sometimes no distraction can be achieved but then hunger, thirst, my dog Poof, and Bing Crosby movies set in.
In conclusion, I am a binge writer with a spot in inspiration's appointment book. I admit it. Okay I am done now. Or shall I write for a few more hours on the subject?
That's why I took my son out of school. The teachers are too busy dreaming about being writers. Only slightly kidding!
ReplyDeleteIs the dog pictured the one who HOUNDS you to write? (Poof?)
ReplyDeleteI love your dog. I'll post a picture of my furry distraction too.
ReplyDeleteA binge writer with a spot in inspiration's appointment book. Terrific!
ReplyDeleteI identify with your ways! Watch out for bedsores, or "recliner sores" and clots in the legs if you suddenly find yourself in that recliner writing away for days. I would like to hear more about the mood you set for these stories--is it Christmas all year round at your place, even in just one small corner, or is it just in your head? love the Poof.
ReplyDeleteYes recliner sores would be bad! Well the other times of the year the setting is in my head. But Christmas is always nestled near the Christmas tree!
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