[blog post] j.a.m’s top tips for burnout-free drafting

The results of my recently conducted Twitter poll came up a draw between Garden of the Gods teasers (the first of which can be found here) and insights and tips from my writer’s life.

Despite being full-time worker with a wide and varied list of hobbies, I’m just as serious and dedicated to getting my writing published as any other indie author. I’ve never been one for NaNoWriMo–something about the pressure makes me crumble–so getting through my first draft has been a laborious three-year feat. Slowly and steady wins the race, right? Perhaps not, but at least I’ve remained (relatively) block- and stress-free. While there certainly is no one way to be a writer or publish a book, here are some tips and pointers that have helped me survive the daunting first draft.

Old vintage typewriter

The hardest part is getting started. Or is it? Source: http://www.writing.com/images/typewriter.jpg

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[teaser 01] the morning of

 

Ami watched the sun rise over the swell of mountains on the horizon. The golden arms of morning spread dawn’s embrace across the sleepy castle town below. The Holanian capital, Adria, would soon be waking. Her still-made feather bed beckoned, though she would not be joining it. The young princess sipped the wine left on the drawing table along with the remnants of her uneaten evening meal. The dark Bararnite vintage was a sharp assault so early in the morning but Ami welcomed the wetness on her tongue.

            It was the Day of Blessing—a humble day of virginal simplicity to be enjoyed in the presence of her betrothed. A day of tradition, of ceremony, of celebration—a day Ami would not see through to completion. Had it been Tallas, she would have endured. Tallas, heir to the neighbouring throne of Bararn, had been her promised one, not his snivelling, unctuous little brother, Reminas. Even before Tallas’s cruel and untimely death, Reminas always believed himself entitled to everything his older brother possessed—his titles, his birthrights, his armies. Now he had the impudence to name himself successor to the Holanian marriage alliance as well. But he would not have Ami. She would not be Reminas’s bride. He would not be her king.

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[blog post] the freedom(?) of the unemployed

After five years teaching English in Japan, I have packed up my belongings, my soon-to-be husband, and marginally overweight cat and made my not-so-glorious return to Australia and unemployment. Hooray(?) for me!

I suppose the one good thing to come out of the fruitless task of tracking down work in rural NSW is that I have endless time to devote to my writing. I should be jumping at the prospect. All through my full-time working life I whinged and bitched about how I didn’t have enough time to put into writing or reading or updating my damn blog; this morning (day twenty-five in Australia) I turned on my computer, made a mammoth cup of coffee and proceeded to organise files in My Documents, dating back to 2008.

Score 1, Procrastination.

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