Writer’s instinct in action!

A weird thing happened to me last night while I was working on my new manuscript.

After slapping together a basic outline for the first book in what I hope will be a trilogy, I had trouble outlining the second and third. So, I decided to just start writing the first one in hopes the ideas would congeal a little better.

I started hating all two thousand words that I’d written over the last week, but I thought all first drafts are shitty—I can fix it later. So I kept on writing the next scene.

Here’s the weird part.

I’m in the process of writing this scene, and I’m hating on every word I type out. It’s not flowing, the dialogue is dragging, and my descriptions of the scene leave almost everything to be desired. I’m bitching and moaning in my head for 650 words. Then, I stop to take a break and I reread the scene.

It’s not pretty or well executed, but again, I can fix that later. What surprised me was that the whole time I was muttering to myself about how awful it was, I was also writing an important plot point into the scene.

A plot point I had not thought about. A plot point I was thinking of setting up later in the chapter.

And this plot point worked. It will serve to reinforce things that happen later in the story, and serves as a point of conflict in the scene.

It just appeared. Instinctively. Organically. Without me having to think about it once, and while I was actively thinking about something completely different.

I am amazed and disturbed at the same time. Amazed that my instinct for this story is so strong that it overcame negative self-talk. Disturbed that my negative self-talk is so strong that I didn’t realize what I was writing was actually okay, in terms of the greater narrative.

I hope that my story telling instinct stays strong in the future. I could write a whole book on instinct and finesse it later, and that would be all right.

Has anyone every experienced that kind of moment, where instinct takes over while you’re writing? Tell me about it in the comments.

Friday Favorite: It’s Raining (Period Drama) Men


Guys, you can go ahead and skip this entry. Ladies, you should watch the video immediately, if not sooner.

Happy Friday. God save Colin Firth!

Originally posted on And Then He Kissed Her:

It’s still very much the depths of winter here in Michigan, so our Favorite this week is reminder that warmer weather is on its way. That it includes a healthy dose of Georgian, Regency, and Victorian men is purely coincidence ;-)

Clips used by the video’s creator include:

Amazing Grace 2006
Casanova 2005
Emma 1996
Northanger Abbey 2007
North & South 2004
Persuasion 2007
Pride & Prejudice 1995, 2005
Sense & Sensibility 1996, 2008
The Shadow in the North 2007
Wives & Daughters 1999

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Plot Development

The following is a short text exchange between me and my authorial sounding board.

me: I’ve had a diabolical thought

friend: What is that?

me: [REDACTED] may have to die at the end.

friend: Um

me: hahahahaha
do you disagree?

friend: Of course I disagree!
I don’t want him to die!

me: i know.
i don’t want him to die either. this is just one possible ending.

friend: Ok

me: but the diabolical part of me is like “Ha! You readers thought he was safe because i pretended to kill him before, but now he’s actually dead. You oughta see your faces!”
“mwhaha. haha. ha.”
“awwww. Bye, [REDACTED].”

friend: You are so damn mean

me: I AM

YouTube, Lee Pace, and strange thoughts

The following is a text conversation, word for word, between me and a friend. Context: I’d become distracted by video clips on YouTube.

Me: YouTube has a siren song and i keep getting drawn in to clips. I just binged on Hobbit interview clips.

Me: Lee Pace is constantly slouching to be in the shot with his costars. And all you ever see of his legs are these massive thighs, because the rest go out of the frame. it’s ridiculous. he makes himself as small as possible, and I want to hug him and tell him to sit up straight.

Me: …i realize i notice the weirdest shit about actors. Tom’s* hands. Lee’s thighs. The list goes on.

Friend: Hahaha

Me: Does that just make me detail oriented? that’s what i delude myself with.

Friend: Yes.

Me: Ok good. I have decided that if I ever get the opportunity to interview lee pace in a group with shorter humans, I’m making the wee ones sit on phone books so the poor man can sit straight.

Friend: That would be very nice of you.

Me: Hahaha, I’m so considerate.

Thus ends our conversation. It occurs to me now that the conversation implies I think Mr. Pace has thunder thighs. That is not my intention. You have beautiful thighs, Lee.


Happy New Year, my doves!

*Hiddleston, obviously.