#MayWritingChallenge
I know, I know–it isn’t May yet! And here I am blogging about May stuff already! But let’s face it: May […]
I know, I know–it isn’t May yet! And here I am blogging about May stuff already! But let’s face it: May […]
My writing process is sometimes (okay, a lot of the time) full of fits and starts. I’m sure you know how it goes: the ideas in our heads are sometimes stubborn to make the journey to the page. What I find the most helpful for making headway on a project is having an outline in place.
I’m thrilled to introduce my first guest blogger, YA fantasy author Christa Conklin!
Christa recently went through the querying process to land an agent for her debut fantasy novel, and graciously agreed to write about the ways that her perspective has changed as she’s gone from querying to now being agented.
So, without any further ado…. here’s Christa Conklin!
I’m borrowing this idea from YA author Kayla Olson, who published a blog post like this one last week. She got it from another author, who got it from another one… seriously, it’s like a rabbit hole tracing this thing back to it’s apparent origin.
Anyway, I love this idea and I’m hoping to do a post like this semi-regularly. Probably once every month or two. Without further ado, here’s what I’m currently up to.
On an earlier blog post, I talked about feeling frustrated with my superhero/urban fantasy project. I took a step back from it and started working on something else, thinking that a little space would help me get past the block I was facing with that story.
Being right feels so good sometimes, especially when I’m right about myself.
I was in the middle of writing a blog post for today when my phone rang. The number on my cellphone was one I didn’t recognize, and the area code was from another state.
Despite these things, I answered. And surprise surprise, it was a robocall.
I used to work in a coffee shop. It didn’t do particularly well, not in a town like Bountiful in the early 2000’s, and not tucked away in the back corner of Colonial Square. I honestly can’t remember if I quit or if the place shut down, because if it seems like the two events happened right on top of each other. In any case, it’s not there anymore.
A few days ago, an old friend and I were talking about being an adult over a couple of apple ales. In particular, we compared where we are in our lives today with where our parents were at the same age. I’m 31 years old. At this point, my parents were deep into the process of raising my older brother and me.