I am a bit sad today, since it is my late brother’s birthday. I’ve been thinking about my mother a lot, now that flowers are starting to show up here after our long winter. My mother didn’t pass her green thumb down to me, but I love flowers and work hard to keep them flourishing. I remember that my mother planted iris like the one in the picture along our garage.
Despite my slight sadness, I had a good week, and I must admit I could get used to this new trend. Last Sunday evening, I crashed the local NaNo group writing meeting. Well, not exactly crashed, since I was invited by Eden. Also, I did sign up for NaNo in November of 2013, and was still somewhat a member of the group, even though I crashed and burned spectacularly that November.
During three 20-minute sprints, I managed to write over three handwritten pages, which is stunning for me, especially given the word count is closer to 300 than the standard 250 per page. During the fourth sprint, I did some world building, which was still more than three-fourths of a handwritten page. It felt good, empowering, and proved again that I do not need perfect conditions, since I am definitely a lark, and writing from 7-9 in the evening is not optimal for my circadian rhythms.
This revelation helped me glide through almost a full week of frustration and having to redo work documents four and five times. The week did end on a positive note, thank goodness.
I decided to resurrect Lapidary Prose, a long moribund blog, posting a First Friday Photo in a blog hop set up by Eden Mabee. If you are interested, check it out. No one needs to be a professional photographer, but merely to enjoy it.
I also had let Elizabeth Anne Mitchell, my other blog, fall into disuse, although not as long. I posted a Friday Laugh, to get myself back into the swing of things. I also spent some time yesterday queuing up posts.
In the past several months, I have seen a fair amount of push back against the common wisdom that authors have to blog often. The argument is that blogging is fine, but if it interferes with writing, it is counter productive. The proponents of blogging cite the admonition of those who say authors must create their own platforms to garner interest from traditional publishers. To be honest, of late I have blogged only for accountability, but then I have only been writing for the day job, so I can’t say blogging has gotten in the way.
Have any of you noticed a change in the past couple of years regarding the advice about blogging versus writing? I’d love to hear your comments.
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