Wednesday Deadlines

In the spirit of finding ways to balance writing, blogging, and reading, I’ve done some thinking these past few days and think it might be a good idea to keep up with 1 weekly blog post. I’ve been inconsistent and I’m striving to be consistent with a writing routine so I’m hoping this might help.

Over the past few years I’ve read so many different articles and blogs on what to blog about, how to blog, what to do, what not to do, how to be a certain way, etc. etc. It overwhelmed me a lot. Like, REALLY a lot. To the point I didn’t feel like I should even have a writing blog because there is so much information out there, sometimes it seems like what’s the point? My brain felt fried every time I read up on “how to’s”, so I lost interest. Hence the long gaps in between writing.

I’ve picked up recently, trying to get 2 posts a week. But even that felt like too much. In the back of my head I keep thinking, I should be working on my story, not worrying about how much I’m blogging!

So I’ve decided to take a different approach and commit to 1 post per week. That gives me a deadline to work with, I get to use the other days to only concentrate on writing my story, and I get to build my blog at the same time.

Wednesdays will be posting day. It’s the middle of the week and gives me 5 or 6 other days to focus on my other writing. I’m a little ashamed to say that I spent a lot more time worrying about what to write and how often than actually doing it. And worrying delayed my story writing, which is a sad thing. So let’s see how this works.

Next week: probably posting about books!


Writing Break


I graduated!

I now officially have my Paralegal Certificate. In the making since the fall of 2015 (1 1/2 weeks after getting back from my tropical island honeymoon nonetheless). With the classes and what I learned still fresh in my mind, I updated my resume a few weeks ago and I realized how much I actually learned and know – it’s kinda cool!

But this post isn’t about paralegal studies, it’s about how I’ve had so much more time on my hands to write, now that I don’t have homework looming over my head every week and classes to attend on Saturday afternoon and Wednesday night.

I’ve recently been forcing myself to write a little bit at lunchtime every day. I found a smallish notebook that fits perfectly in my bag that I bring to work. I decided to see if I could concentrate on writing a page or two at work during lunchtime. Surprisingly, I got right in the zone despite sitting at my desk with work and deadlines looming just a foot away on my computer.

Side note: since posting last, I did not get a paralegal job, but got a new job at the company I’ve worked at for 6 years. It’s in a compliance related area. I still want to be a paralegal (who writes novels on the side of course!) but for now I’m happy where I’m at – and it’s only been 7 months. The point is, the pace is very different from my old job that I had for 5 ½ years. When the pace picks up it moves extremely fast, leaving almost no time to breathe (good practice for paralegal work though). Whereas at my old job, the pace was fast BUT more constant and not as rushed.

So that being said, I often find myself working through lunch more often than not and it’s difficult to pull away sometimes. I’ll admit, I’ve become more of a perfectionist over the years and find myself wanting to do everything and anything and all of it RIGHT the first time. And if I don’t get it right, I’m unnecessarily hard on myself and it eats away at me. Not the healthiest, I know, but that’s where writing comes in.

These past few weeks I’ve taken more time away from work at lunchtime than not. I turn my seat around to the non-computer portion of my desk, munch on my food and write a few pages in my notebook. I finally feel like I’m getting somewhere with that manuscript I’ve been wanting to write for years. The only way to get it done is make yourself write. I recently read in a writing magazine that you need to make time rather than find time. It’s forcing yourself to do it regardless of life’s circumstances rather than sitting and waiting to see if a good moment comes your way.

Now, if only I could keep up regularly with this writing blog… until next time whenever that may be.

Peace out.

For the Sake of Writing


What do you do when you don’t know what to write? Do you stop or keep going and write whatever comes out? This is what I’m struggling with right at this moment. For the sake of creating a daily writing habit I’m here typing out a blog post on nothing specific, but to just write.

I have a few writing exercise books that I could put to use here, write random fiction or non-fiction just to keep up the habit in the future. I think I’ve only used the books a few times so it’d be nice to put them to use.

But this isn’t a blog for fiction/non-fiction writing excerpts, it’s to get myself out there as a writer and hopefully establish some sort of online presence in the writing world. All the while writing my story. So I’ll try to keep those to a minimum.

I almost didn’t sit down to write this. I thought to myself, I don’t have anything to write about so why write? Then I second guessed myself and said, yes, I need to do it in order to kick the habit of NOT doing it.

So, I think I can say that day 4 of writing daily is complete!

I Finally Did It!

I did it! I finally started writing a story!

I know this sounds odd to someone who probably writes regularly, but this is a huge accomplishment for me! 

Remember yesterday when I said I had a story idea and started writing down thoughts during my lunch break? Well, I got so bored towards the end of the day (even though I actually had work to do but decided to ignore it for a bit) I decided to take 15 minutes and start writing from the perspective of one of my characters. After writing for about 20 minutes or so, I had to force myself to put it away since I was at work and really needed to get work done (end of year nonsense). 

(I had also gotten fed up with a few things at work too. Is it just me, or is a communication about a communication about a communication nonsense?) 

Anyway, when I got home last night, after working out, cleaning, folding laundry, sending a quick email to a friend, clipping my dog’s nails, playing with my dog, and then showering, I sat down and decided NOT to turn on the TV with my glass of wine. Instead, I got a notebook and continued to write where I left off earlier. Also with my glass of wine.  

I wrote for about an hour until I started to get crazy sleepy. I really wanted to fight through it but I decided to throw in the towel, take my dog out to do his business one last time, and go to bed. I tried to read a bit before falling asleep, but only got through a page or two until I couldn’t keep my eyes open for more than a few words. 

I really really REALLY want to keep writing tonight, but I’ve REALLY got to start doing that homework I’ve put off the last week. I only have about a week and a half to read and analyze a case (which takes WAY more time than anticipated), answer 25 questions or so about a citation book, read 3 chapters (and make sure I actually know the material because I’m quizzed on it), and then finish up about 5 Connecticut Statutes research questions. And then probably start on one of the 5 independent research assignments that are due at the end of the term (in February). 

And this is only ONE class! I honestly don’t know how I managed 4 classes when I was getting my undergraduate degree.  

Well, depending on how quickly I can get some homework done tonight, maybe I’ll write for a bit. 

I’m going to get my story down this time, I really am.


Weekend Blurry

My weekend was a bust for writing. Sunday night came and I had no idea where the time went, I was completely baffled! I was occupied all weekend, which is actually something very new to me. Normally, my Sundays have been the day where I have all the free time in the world, but now, not so much.

Also, I haven’t had a car for the past year, and literally stuck at home with nowhere to go since my husband works all day on Sundays, noon to whenever the work is done (sometimes very late at night when I’m asleep). So that scenario has sort of laid the last year’s foundation of having Sunday Free Time, but I’m realizing Sunday Free Time is no longer a thing.

This makes me sad, and makes my pug even more sad because he requires crazy amounts of attention, which in turn makes me even MORE sad because I hate seeing my puggy sad.

Okay, I’m done with my pug rant/sadness.

Let it be known this is the face I deal with. Every day. If this doesn’t pull on your heartstrings, you probably have zero feelings.

Anyway, I’m going over the events of yesterday, and I think there were a few times where I could have squeezed some writing in:

  • In the morning before I went for my 8 mile run;
  • The 45 minutes I watched an episode of Criminal Minds on Netflix;
  • The 20 minutes towards the end of the day when I sat on the couch and just closed my eyes from being exhausted from my run/being awake.

And Saturday I had even less time to do things like that. I was in bed by 9:15 Saturday night I was so pooped! (And I knew I needed rest before my long run the next morning, but that’s besides the point.)

So here I am again, with still nothing written. The last few weeks at work I’ve been working through lunch just to keep up with the load that I got unexpectedly hit with, so I haven’t been able to do any sort of writing on my break. My commute on the bus has also been taken over by reading/outlining chapters for my Saturday morning class this past week, and I’m thinking will continue to do so.

The window of free time is closing in on me faster than I thought.

This week I need to get at least SOME writing done, so I’m going to keep that 2 pages of character development on my perpetual To Do List and hopefully find time to start it and continue with it throughout the week.

Okay, back to learning about legal research and analysis. Then collapse into bed.