Beyond Time Book

Ater the current market gyrations of Fall 08 and saving the fat cats at the expense of the rest of us it seems that to sit down and write as if I were Mrs. Rockefeller - or Trump - or whoever has the mega-millions at this particular moment - downright irresponsible.  As a first child, it strikes me this is more a time to discard the writing and apply my creativity on how to survive the downdraft of this financial chaos.  I muse that sure it was easier in earlier times; Hemingway in Cuba, where it’s always been cheaper, D. H. Lawrence escaping the morality hounds while living all over Europe and the Orient.  And, I have a real reason two small businesses to produce income.

Again I ask, am I seeking an excuse to duck the writing because I am coming up on the final pages (I hope) of my first draft of Beyond Time and that it’s nerve-wracking and emotional and full of wondering whether I have almost 300 pages of something that stinks.   No, I’ll be honest; I don’t really think that.  I think I have something.  Yet nagging at me is the question how many drafts will it take to polish up those 300 pages before an agent will bowl me over and say, “I’ll take it!.”  Do they show their enthusiasm or do they say merely, “it has possibilities,” which is akin to someone breaking up you with the words, “it’s not you, it’s me.”  It’s a sentence that reveals nothing.  Far better an agent or ex say - ”it just doesn’t have it.’” 

Tomorrow I will definitely know more about this publishing game after I attend a two day writer’s conference at The Library of Virginia.  I have 5 minutes to give my spiel to an agent, that’s if she’s still alive after two days of listening to other panting writers. 

I’ll will report on the conference in future blogs.  I may even interview David Baldacci, give him my card, even.

Despite all the insecurity around finishing a first draft, I hope however it turns out, I can at least say that I did it. I’ve been told many times, that it’s not the best writers who get published, it’s the persistent ones.  I can’t give up now…..

One of those mornings, got the exercise in, then had to have breakfast and then check emails.

One of those days rather than writing I think I would’ve preferred being a backup singer and dancer for Tina Turner. 

whine, whine, whine….

4:30pm - Muse did not appear.  Going to James River Writer’s meeting to gain empathy and inspiration.

My web person, Brittany, suggested I write this blog on writing Beyond Time.  The idea still makes me queasy. What if I don’t finish the book? Public humiliation.  Not the first time I haven’t finished writing I’ve started.  Let me count the times. If a client came to me for hypnosis, I would ask them to go back to that fear of humiliation.  The cause would soon surface. This lifetime? Or is there such a thing as a past life, a question postured throughout my book.More later on this theme.

Why, I asked, would I blog on how it feels to write - the agony, the fewer moments of ecstasy. Sportswriter Red Smith said there was nothing to writing.  “All you do is sit at a typewriter and open a vein.”  Quite a jokester. I guess if there’s any comfort in that opinion it is the fact I won’t be subjecting others to watch. But then I have a few friends who might like to view that vein trick. 

Yes, being a bit dramatic. I should be reserving all that for my writing.  I am writing Beyond Time inspired by a confluence of synchronicities.  I believe in synchronicities.  So did Carl Jung.  Synchronicities are characterized as improbable circumstances occurring against all odds.  Ragtag soldiers winning the American Revolution against a wealthier, stronger empire and also its own citizens is one example. Tell me of others that you’ve become aware of happening.