It’s Saturday and the wind is blowing like crazy. Ahhh, Spring in the Colorado Mountains. It’s really not Spring yet. It’s Wind. Spring won’t come for another month or two. Usually the end of May, right when school lets out. Even then, we get a few snowstorms. Sometimes all the way through July.
Today I’m fighting a headache, probably from dehydration because water sucks and I subsist mainly on coffee. I often wonder if I’m burning the candle at both ends with that. I have edits to do, and yesterday was frought with editing a single scene, which took up most of the day, but I think it is completed for a second (if not third) draft. I feel very satisfied with the scene and even took a few risks which felt great once I incorporated them.
Today as a method of procrastination, I have been trying to get into the zone and noticed a post from 2019 which had made its way into my Facebook memories. BTW, Facebook is getting worse. I see maybe four or five friends on my feed now and the rest is choked with ads. So, mainly I’ve been looking backward.
This piece got a lot of recognition.
The writing was pretty good too. SO much that I wonder if my book shouldn’t be written more like this. I don’t know. Maybe the book needs to be written like a narrative instead of a diary or whatever the heck it is I’m doing here. It’s hard to not compare your own personal bests as you go, and having written for a while now, I have more than one voice in my repertoir to use. When I was published in Big Life Magazine last summer, I had the option of writing it like a list of places to go and see along the PNW coast, and instead it turned into something else. Very moody. Darker. I never really got editor feedback as to what they wanted, but the story ran and I got paid, so I guess that was really all the feedback I needed.
With travel writing, I’ve learned there is travel writing, like you’d see on Globetrekker or the Travel Channel (before it was nothing but Pawn Stars or ghostfuckers or whatever the hell they are showing), and there is travel writing like you see in the Years Best collections. That stuff is usually very introspective, and less about great places for dungeoness crab.
I posted on a forum I belong to today for the agency which I have been writing for. My complaint was seeing my writing with someone else as the byline. I ghost-wrote it. I got paid for it. But they took the credit for my ideas and words. Not much I can do. Gotta pay child support. Another writer reminded me that lots of people don’t make it this far. I’ve written a couple books, I’ve been published in several magazines, online (which counts as internationally), and I have avid readers here as well. I’m not doing too bad. What’s one or two articles? Well, mostly it’s the credit for clips. When you ghostwrite, you don’t get to share clips, and clips are what editors look at when they are considering paying you for your work. The more (and better) clips you’ve got, the longer your story will stay on an editor’s desk instead of the recycling bin.
So, I’m drinking my third cup of coffee for the afternoon and diving into edits. With subsequent drafts, I can figure out how I want to say things, since I’ve already said it. I have been missing the creative process of putting ideas down on the page instead of just hammering and molding and reshaping them. Both are important. One is more fun.