Time Out: We’ve retired to Spain

Yes, retired – yes, Espana.  baby-doll-976355__340  After seven years in Dubai,  we are done.

Give me a chance to set up my writing space, and I’ll be posting again.  Miss you.  Miss it.


I have low word count

It is true.  I cannot write a full-length anything right out of the box.

Those of us with this impairment should have a disease named after us.  Or at least a test to take at that point of time when we contemplate the writing life.  Like a DNA test.

Woman, the results are back.  I’m afraid it’s bad news.  You should know before you embark on this creative endeavor that you have a challenge which is not only Herculean, but, well, embarrassing.  Many people will laugh at you behind your back.   It is also potentially (writing) life threatening.  You will need special classes, perhaps even therapy.  It is surmountable, but many do not survive.

It is easier to cut than to add.

Other people wax poetic about their 600,000 word romance/thriller/historical fantasy/fairy tale/graphic novel/western, pretending to complain about their Sisyphean days ahead when really they are saying, look at me, can I write the shit out of this or what?

I envy these people.  I bow to their gay abandon to write down whatever comes into their literate and unabashedly opinionated heads on any given day, at any given moment while I delete whole chapters like an out of control seven-year-old popping balloons at a birthday party.

Me?  I start with an outline.  I know  – control freak, right?  But it’s actually a built-in stress reduction tool because – What if I get to the middle, and I forget what was going to happen?!!!  My nightmares are crowded with multiple choruses shouting,  I forgot what happens after she laid out the poison for the serial killer in the library hefting the weight of a fireplace poker he aimed to use upstairs! (copy-write pending)

Then it’s about 20,000 words before I come up for air, thinking, Lord of Mercy, I’m on fire today.  Actually, it takes about two weeks, and then I’m done.  The well is dry.  Got nothing.

My problem is that I see my story like a cinematic experience happening before my eyes.  I get so engrossed in the action, I don’t notice the elements that make the experience rich, profound, and relate-able.

So, after much, hand-wringing, lamentation, and disassociation, I have hit upon the solution.  Actually, more like I’ve developed a method to deal with my wild, open throttle, galloping  joy ride through plot.  I pick a chapter, lay on my bed and watch it again, like a movie.  Then I describe the scenery.  40, 000 more words.  Bada-bing


Ode to my kid

She’s not me; she’s better.

I had a kid late in life.  Yes, selfish – lots of places I wanted to go, and did.  Lots of things I wanted to do and see -and did.

Then I met my husband who is different.  Because who you like when you are in a hurry, like in your 20’s and 30’s, is a different guy than who you like when you are 40 and sick of slick and shiny.

And we had a kid.  She’s 24.   And holy crap, she turned out great.  I mean GREAT. Independent, hard working, thoughtful, and focused.

Which means if I never write another book, or sell one, or get on a bestseller list or walk to the stage to receive a prize, I have done more good in one human being than any bestseller could do.


Sometimes I need to get away – from my writing room

Is it writer’s block, writer’s fatigue, or as a fellow writer confessed at group – writer’s fear?

Good ideas often come to me in the metro, or a taxi, as I wait in line at the bank.  Sooooooo, there are whole blocks of days, I make myself leave the security of my computer desk behind and ride the rails, usually with a book and my Galaxy Note.  Amazing how an inexpensive change of scene can free you from the pressure.




And I watched movies!

Because I’m a writer, and movies are another form of storytelling.

stock-vector-paper-bag-with-popcorn-and-movie-reel-vector-illustration-isolated-on-white-background-eps-128432069Here are some of those recommendations.

Jane Got A Gun  Such great performances!  Natalie Portman, Joel Edgerton, Ewan McGregor

Room  – Book was even better!

My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2  – cried AND laughed

Deadpool  –  Ryan Reynolds can act

The Revenant – Really, who hasn’t?

I could go on, but there are people who do this for a living.