Sunday, September 6, 2015

A Few Words on Writing...

I’m sitting down to write my sixth book. You’d think it would get easier, right?

It doesn’t.

It gets harder.

People actually read my books now. A lot of people. WHICH I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR, by the way. :)

But it’s an added pressure. Because I want to please them. I want to satisfy them. I want to make them happy so they’ll KEEP reading my books. So they’ll tell all their friends about my books. So they’ll come find me on social media so that WE can be friends and chat about my books.

Of course, for any of that to happen, every new book needs to be good. Damn good. At least as good as, if not better than, the last book.

And here’s where the fear comes in…

What if I can’t write a book that’s better than the last book? What if I can’t finish on time? What if something happens in my personal life that sets me back unexpectedly? What if…? What if…? What if…?

Whenever I start a new book, I have the same fears. It helps to write them down, to face them, to stare them down in print and recognize them for what they are. Little paralyzing demons that want nothing more than to kill my creativity.

I’ve been doing a lot of writing lately—journaling as much as story writing. Just about everything that comes into my head these days ends up on paper. I carry a notebook wherever I go in case I need to vent or if inspiration strikes at an inconvenient time, as it always seems to, like in the produce section at the grocery store.

A friend recently suggested that I carry two notebooks around: a pretty journal for all the good positive thoughts and story ideas, and a boring legal pad or basic spiral notebook for all the negative rants so I can rip those pages out and burn them each night.

While I loved this idea at first, and it worked well for about a week, I noticed that I felt nervous when I wrote in the pretty journal. Like my words had to be good enough to live up to the prettiness of the journal. Like I couldn’t just write them down without judging them first.

What if I couldn’t think of anything positive to say that day? What if I couldn’t think of any story ideas for the new book? What if I couldn’t think of anything to be thankful for? What if… What if…? What if…?

But when I wrote in the other notebookthe boring oneI found I wrote more. I wrote longer. I wrote faster. I wrote harder. There were no boundaries. No judgments. No expectations. I figured, hey, there’s a good chance I’m going to burn all this crap anyway so why not just write it down?

This is what my other notebook looks like.

There’s not even a picture of a cute puppy or a vase of flowers on the front. I chose it because it was the least expensive notebook in the school supplies section at Target that day. There’s nothing sexy about it, but I gotta say, I kind of love it.

Because, right now, to me, it holds everything.

All my thoughts. All my to-do lists. All my gratitude lists. All my horrible, negative rants. It holds all my story ideas. All the random snippets of dialogue that pop into my head during the day. It holds quotes from books I’m reading that I want to save and read again later. It holds names of songs I hear on the radio that I want to look up on iTunes later.

My friend’s two-year-old daughter even created some art in there last week. (Go wild, Audrey.)

It comes with me to town. It comes with me when I run my errands. It comes with me to the yoga studio, to my friends' houses, to the park. It even comes with me to bed at night.

I think I like this other notebook so much more because it’s honest. Because it’s a real reflection of who I am right now. And, really, aren’t we all just a rumbling, fumbling mass of positivity, negativity, confusion, hopes, dreams, joys, successes, failures, happy memories, sad memories, and regrets? Maybe the less seriously we take ourselves, the easier it will be to be honest, to be authentic, to be true.

I don’t know…

All I DO know is that this other notebook makes me feel free. It drops all the pressure, all the “specialness” that cripples my creativity and stunts my writing. It helps me forget about the task ahead—the daunting task of writing a new novel—and focus instead on writing. About anything. And everything. Every day. As much as I can.

In a few weeks, when the notebook’s full, I’ll go through it. I’ll rip out the gratitude lists and the quotes and the songs and put them in a box so I can look back one day and remember what I was doing then. I’ll burn all the negative stuff and let it go. I’ll sit down at the computer and begin transcribing all the random story ideas I came up with and, as I sort through all the madness, I’ll pray that there’s some stuff I can build on.

I’m planting seeds, folks. Some of them will sprout. Some of them will grow into something beautiful. A lot of them will die. But I’m not judging them yet. And neither is my boring, spiral notebook.


  1. As everything that you write, Sophie, this glimpse into your psyche as a writer and as a person is exceptionally done.
    I have no idea why we writers constantly doubt ourselves, but I think it helps us to produce our best work. It makes us strive. It makes us not be satisfied and that makes us better.
    I'm more than 50,000 words into novel #4 and feel all the same doubts as you, especially since this is a new(isn) genre for me. Right now my worry is will I ever finish it and when will I know that it's reached "the end" or will I leave readers wondering why the story's over. Ah, well.
    Continue on, friend. Your talent shines through and the muse will be there when you summon her.

    1. Thank you, Harriet! And good luck with your new story. :)

  2. Oh, yes! I adore beautiful, leather, bound, attractive journals...but they just look great on my shelf. All my best work and notes are to be found in the basic, spiral bound, narrow lined notebooks! Keep writing, Sophie, and enjoy it!

    1. So I am not the first to discover this phenomenon. ;) Thanks for the well-wishes and happy writing to you, too!

  3. I always get my best ideas down in a spiral notebook and then change most of it when it goes on the computer. I get more work done on paper.

    1. Me too. Lots more done on paper than on the computer. Seems to flow so much better that way. Thanks for commenting!

  4. I have almost as many notebooks as I do reading books! I also used to opt for pretty, sparkly pads. Recently, I discovered that a local shop stocks cheap leather effect notepads - I was hooked. I have one in every colour! Keep sowing the seeds, Sophie. Great post :)

    1. Thanks, Shelley! Happy writing to you too, and enjoy the leather notepads!

  5. Normally I buy the pretty ones as well and then I am afraid to use them, and they kind of just end up sitting there. You've really given me a different perspective on writing in a journal. Glad I stocked up on all the plain notebooks :)

    1. Thanks so much for commenting! Happy writing! :)