The history of my writing starts with a little brown lunch bag. Like the character of Linda in my novel, The Wednesday Sisters, my first writing teacher—at a college extension class—dumped a bag of “interesting things” out over the table and told us to write for five minutes about anything that spilled. She swore we wouldn’t have to read (just as Linda does in The Wednesday Sisters). Then she called on me to read first.
Which is the good news. If she hadn’t, I’d have ducked out before she could. It had taken all the nerve I had just to get to that class, to admit that, yes, I dreamed of writing novels. I’d have gone back to thinking writers were people who leaped tall literary buildings in single bounds, something I’m quite sure I’ll never do.
To make a long story short, I’m just going to say it: Ten Years. That’s how long it took me from dumped bag to first novel on bookstore shelves.
The thing that kept me going: writing friends.
Much like the Wednesday Sisters in the book, my writing group of four, when we first started meeting, could count among us only a single travel piece in a small distribution magazine. We can now claim seven books published or being written under contract with a major publisher (seven! it still delights me to say that!), and numerous article, essays, stories and poems in print.
The one thing we’ve all brought to the writing table is the absurd ability to believe in ourselves long beyond the time any rational person could do so.
I’ll say it again: Ten Years. TEN YEARS.
And I was the quick one.
(But the good news is that when your paperback comes out with “National Bestseller” splashed across the top of it, you REALLY appreciate it.)
My writing routine is pretty simple: I sit down and write, every morning. 2,000 words or 2:00. If I have 2,000 words by 10:30, I can eat bonbons all morning and afternoon. (Although if I have 2,000 words by 10:30, I am staying glued to that chair for as long as that blessing lasts.)
Really. EVERY MORNING.
Bobbie retold on this blog a story I tell at readings about how I sat down to write one morning and got up a few hours later with the guts of The Wednesday Sisters – really it was a blessed writing day. But I tell that story not because it was this great moment of inspiration, but because it came on a day when I would rather have been scrubbing toilets, when, if I didn’t make myself sit down and write every day, I would not have sat down.
Also, it makes a much better story than the many mornings I sit down and not much comes.
I work mostly on a keyboard, but I start most things in my journal. The beauty of a journal, for me, is that it’s not anything, I’m just doodling. It’s less intimidating than a blank Word document. For me, getting something started is the hardest part, so I start anywhere I can. I often just write whatever I’m thinking. The journal entry that turns out to be the kick off entry for The Wednesday Sisters starts, literally, with the words, “Feeling incredibly well-run-dry today.” A pity party, yes, but also ink on the page. A start.
I have lots more about how I write, the little things I keep around me for comfort and inspiration, and how I research, outline (not just yes, but in several different ways), and revise on the writing page on my website. Click on the desk drawers on the page for tips on how to get started and other resources. – Meg