Brownies are fantastic motivators. 😀
As a writer, how many times have you felt like that guy from the new movie Limitless, pre-special medication?
“I’m working on a book, um, ah, um… well, it’s about… it starts off… what I really want to convey is this- this, uh… well it’s really a work in progress at the moment, but I’m…”
I stumble over my words all the time, and that is part of the reason why I now don’t talk about what I’m working on until I’ve at least finished the first draft. I could be asked to describe a bestselling Stephen King novel and I’d somehow manage to screw it up and make the synopsis fall flat. I’m not always like that, to be honest, but sometimes things sound better in my head or on paper than they do when I finally try to voice them. Somewhere between organizing my thoughts and speaking them, my words play leap frog and ring-around-the-rosies.
“What is going on?” I ask myself while my lips keep moving, spewing information that only mildly makes sense to me. I had it all there, in order, making sense only minutes ago and then… wham.
As an individual who wishes to make her living as a writer, this issue concerns me because while I might like to delude myself into thinking that I never have to publicly explain my stories, it’s not going to happen if I want more people to read them. If I wind up tripping over my descriptions and flustering when someone asks me a question about a character, I’m going to risk being seen as a poor writer that no one would bother reading.
I’ve decided that I’m going to have to change that — I’m half wishing I could have special, clear pills to pop. I’m going to have to dig deep and find my inner storyteller, ’cause I know she’s there somewhere hidden under the socially awkward, quiet as a cricket woman that I am. If I can manage that, publicity might not be so difficult.