Lent

The Season of Lent: 40 days of Prayer & Writing

With bloganuary completed and lent right around the corner, I have taken a bit of a break from writing. During Bloganuary, I completed all but two topics and posts, and for lent, I will be engaging in 40 days of writing and 40 days without social media. In the past, my decision to give up social media has not conflicted with my life. It was a chance to detox from the endless scrolling, focus on my writing, and reconnect with what matters most. But this year things will be different. Last fall my husband joined the rec baseball board. Because of my work for our travel team, they put my husband in charge of the rec social media accounts. While he does a lot, I am the one who creates and posts most of the content. After Valentine’s day this year, which just so happens to fall on Ash Wednesday, he will take over the posts. I’m curious to see how things go.

My goal this season is to take those endless hours of mindless scrolling and polish off Angelic Findings. For more than a decade, this manuscript has haunted me. However, I am glad that I have spent that time working through all the learning curves. Angelic Findings is the story I started after college. My brain felt broken after five years of academic writing. Creativity was staunched as I wrote analytical essay after analytical essay. The first ten drafts of Angelic Findings were so dry I could have started a fire with them. I didn’t hate it, but I discovered something. Every time I reworked the story, Cassandra evolved. Which is normal and should happen, but she wasn’t just reflecting on the events happening in the world of Angelic Findings. She was a mirror of my emotions. One that I wasn’t aware of was pouring onto the pages. I discovered this about nine years ago when my first marriage fell apart. I was back from Brazil, not knowing if Florida would be my home again, when I read the manuscript as an audience member, not a writer. Witnessing Cassandra being manipulated by someone who claimed to care for her was unbearable. So I shelved the project. 

I abandoned that world, needing fresh eyes and a healed soul before I could revisit it. I dove deep into writing for myself. Short stories that soothed my soul before weren’t enough. I was searching for something. Something that would let me feel whole again. I think that is when I started to blog, needing to get my feelings out. But, I always felt journaling was ridiculous. I don’t know why pen to paper was an alien concept for me. I have bookshelves filled with journals. But those are for stories. Not my pain. Maybe I feared that seeing my thoughts in black and white like blood on a page was too much.

One night I was texting with a friend about my writing. I told him how things were different. Writing fantasy has become difficult. For such a long time, it served as my sole source of solace. But I don’t need that anymore. I am happy with my life. I didn’t need the worlds I used to create to escape anymore. Yes, I still get depressed, but I turn to my husband. I live in reality to heal myself. Writing fantasy had to become something more than just a bandaid for my emotions. It needed to become a world I would want to visit while I am happy. 

Ravenmaster was a happy place. It’s why I could finish my book and not totally hate it. Could it be better? Yes. The second book will be much better…and longer. I am also using the season of lent and my 40 days of writing to work on the Motivation that drives Molly and Liam outside of just surviving. I want them to achieve their goals and fall in love. To heal with one another because they just survived something that should have killed them.

So while I may not be sharing my post on social media, I will still be writing. Sometimes WordPress works with me and the share button actually shares things. Which is great. But be sure to stop by from time to time to see what I am writing because from February 14th until March 28th, there will be radio silence from me. 

Writing

Do what terrifies you

Bloganuary writing prompt
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

I’ve taken bold steps like skydiving, leaving my old life behind to live in a foreign country where I didn’t speak the language, and transitioning my career from something I’ve done since I was fifteen years old – to teaching teenagers. However, I find nothing as terrifying as sharing my writing with the world. If skydiving takes a wrong turn, I’m dead. If living in a foreign country doesn’t work for me (which it really, really, really, didn’t) I could just return home. And my students will eventually graduate, leaving whatever memories of me to just that, memories. But when I bare my heart and soul into my work, I am leaving myself exposed to criticism from the world. I am allowing strangers a chance to read my work and comment on what I’ve shared. 

Growing up, I would write short stories and scripts. I didn’t know how to write in proper screenplay format, but that didn’t stop me. I would warn whoever read my work that I was still learning, and they were my friends. They didn’t know any better. But something happened when I reached college. I still wrote as an escape, especially from math class, but I stopped sharing my work with nearly everyone. I went from sharing my work with anyone who had an email address to just a very select group of people. I became terrified of two things: 

  1. People not liking my writing and telling me it was trash.
  2. I didn’t want anyone to know I had severe dyslexia. 

I was an awful speller and had atrocious grammar. Part of me feels that the public school system failed me. However, after working in the system, I know it did, but it wasn’t the teachers’ fault. So much red tape ties their hands that it is nearly impossible for them to actually teach. But that is a story for a different day. I didn’t become secure with my writing until I graduated from college. Even then, I had to break out of the technical academic writing and return to the creative style I love most. 

My biggest breakthrough was working with my writing life partner that I’ve tortured for nearly the last decade. We would spend hours going over my work in google docs. Watching him live, edit my writing, and explain what I’ve done wrong was better than any degree I could have achieved. He helped me understand the points that I missed in school. I’m sure they were taught at some point, but my young brain didn’t absorb the information. Another thing he did was tell me when my work was trash. But he didn’t just say, “Alex, this is shit.” He would say, “Alex, this is shit because….” and we would work on expanding and correcting the issues. Our edit sessions have whittled because of time as we have grown older. Kids have gotten in the way of my hobbies. He, apparently, has something called a life. However, he has not been released from his blood oath of helping me finish my work 🙂 

Time, care, and attention is what pushed me through my darkest moments as a writer. I’ve learned time and time again that the masses may not enjoy my work. However, I learned to appreciate those who like my work. Maybe one day I’ll be a famous author. Maybe I won’t. But I won’t let my fears trap me again. 

Bloganuary

What Brings Me Joy

Bloganuary writing prompt
List five things you do for fun.

In no order here are my top five things

that bring me joy!

1.) Reading: If I have a good book to read, I am lost to the world. I will tell my husband I am going to bed early. Which to him means he gets to play video games and I am immersing myself into a fantasy world. Reading is my escape from reality. Sometimes I need to go on a wild adventure after spending most of my time locked in a classroom. I am just thankful that my classroom has windows and I get to see the sun. It makes work a little more bearable. I fill my Kindle with self-published authors and love getting fantasy and paranormal recommendations. Bonus points if they are KU and indie authors.

2.) Writing: My favorite thing I do is write. Now, it can be a challenge to find time to write. However, when I can seek time away for myself, I love putting my thoughts on the page. Sometimes those thoughts are a jumbled mess, but as long as I get my thoughts out, I am happy. 

3.) Being outside: My best friend calls me a flower because I need sunshine to keep me happy. I don’t really care what I am doing outside as long as the sun is shining. When I was younger, this meant going to the beach and surfing. In college, it was day drinking in the sand, and now as a parent I spend most of my time outside at a baseball or softball field. Now, with the tiniest one being able to run around and climb things, it means we will be returning to parks. There is just something about sunshine that fills my soul with happiness. I really want a nice patio set so I can read outside burning the sunsets or sneak away and write. But I will take my sunshine however I can get it.

4.) Watching TV/ Movies: Surprise! The TV production teacher likes watching TV/Movies. Right now I enjoy TV shows over movies. I appreciate watching character arcs develop slowly over seasons as opposed to being rushed over a two-hour film. However, when watching movies I love looking for tiny details and beautiful cinematography.  

5.) Spending time with my family: I am a needy human and if I could crawl into my husband’s skin and live there, I would. I love spending time with him and my kids. Watching kids learn and grow, being there for tears and meltdowns. It can be exhausting, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. In my twenties I traveled a lot. But all I could think about was being able to do this with my family and share these moments with my future kids. Now my kids are here and we are exploring our state, going on road trips, and just sharing the positive aspects of life. We want them to grow up to be well adjusted humans. I’m not sure how that’s going to work out but they will have the love for traveling and family connection.