Catégorie : Writing Tips

I always hated having a dream featuring my day job.

Dreams are meant to bring us elsewhere and to inspire us, humble writers of stories!

Granted, we may very well be inspired by our day job, the people we work with, the customers we meet.

However, being in a dream in which you’re doing what you did all day…

I kindly protest!

Fighting off day job stress is hard… especially if I keep writing about it instead of writing about something I love… like writing novels!

Therefore, here I solemnly declare to share about writing and reading, and some things that go in between.

Sooo… I better grab a book or start working on the writing project.
I’m not behind the writing goals… yet. Let’s keep it that way.

Until next time, may all the good words flow your way.

In at 11am.
Out at 6pm.

Sat only once.
I’ll let you figure out where.

Back home sweet home, drama over a beloved tv occurred.
Yesterday’s wonderfully sweet and heartwarming greeting became a memory.

Drained is about the best to describe how my heart, body and soul felt a few minutes ago while I kissed kiddo goodnight, hubby-to-be already back at work.

Then, I got comfy and opened the laptop. First thing I did was read the last paragraph I wrote before the sun rose.

Words. Words from my wanna-be novel on the page.
A tiny little bit of a story far away from the fun but still a bit mind-numbing day job I just started.

Novels, fellow writers.

Novels.

Close to nothing is better than writing or reading a novel.

It’s a lifesaver.
It’s
A way to dream, escape, discover and travel far away or understand better a reality close to yours, close to the human beings we mingle with every day without thinking twice about the vast majority of them.
It’s
A way to look at a different reality through a character or another author’s mind.
It’s
A way to connect to what it intrinsically means to be alive in this world filled with beauties and wonders and black-capped chickadees chirping around the tall blue spruce.

That’s why, for me, writing and reading is a lifesaver.

Thanks for writing your poems, your short stories, your blog posts, and your novels.
Many more thanks for sharing them.

I owe you laughter and wonder.

An old bookstore colleague of mine hated writing.

She loved stories. Novels, short stories, essays, kids’ literature of course, and the whole book world stuff.

But she had no interest whatsoever in becoming an author.

My dream career, earning a living writing novels, was her nightmare.

Changing Paradigm

I woke up at 4. Went into the living room.
Candle first, then a swipe of that beautiful before-dawn cool, fresh smell.

Tea tastes better when we’re a bit cold and ready to wrap ourselves up in a fluffy blanket, right?

Better yet, autumn is coming around here. In the trees, red, orange, and yellow are slowly taking over the dark green of the late summer leaves.
The air gets colder, and the first fallen leaves smell divine. There’s nothing like it!

Then, I got cozy on the couch and I wrote, wrote, wrote as much as I could.

Like I was taking in as much air as I could before plunging into the abyss.

I left my kiddo and hubby-to-be all on their own for the first time in 5 years.

Into the car I got. Into the traffic I got. And straight up to the retail store I’ll be working at the next year, at the very, very least.

Today, the dream career took a break from 7am to 7pm.

Today, I typed email addresses and pressed F2, F12, and ESC many times.

Not a single word was written down.

I didn’t have time to think about it, being the first day in a new place with new people.

Now that I’m here,
legs hurting factor aouchy-aouchy-aouchy-yayayaya,
safe and sound wrapped in a fluffy blanket even if really not that cold,
I declare (not too loud drumrolls because kiddo is sleeping already): it will not happen again.

Vintage Pen&Paper Mama Strikes Back!

I found myself playing video games during my half-hour break, which I spent in the back store.

Video game. Back store. Sounds and FELT like the 15-years-ago me.

Thing is, the now-me have a very big writing goals plan. I will have to find a way to take advantage of that time to do what I love: write!

Once I got kiddo in bed, and tomorrow part of the lunch out of the way, I put a pen&notebook in my handbag/backpack/not-grown-woman-classic-going-out-accessories.

The only thing left to do is find a spot in that, let’s face it, incredibly crowded back store to write in peace for half an hour.

Otherwise. … … …

Yeah, I would be scared, in the long run, to be overtaken by the day job.

The day job is not my nightmare job. However, it’s not the dream career either.

Better be careful there. Between dream and nightmare, nothingness may await.

What do you think?

Thanks so So much for being here, I’m very grateful for you.

Until next time I hope!