TODAY I HIT 58,000 WORDS!!!! What a crazy week trying to finish my first draft so I can submit it to Alberta Foundation for the Arts, but now it’s 96.66666667% complete! There to celebrate this momentous milestone (and keep my lap warm) was my ever helpful furbaby, Tex. Now I’m trying not to pass out on the couch while watching Rescue Bots with my preschooler 😂
Happy New Year everyone! Now that the holiday high is over, are you feeling nostalgic or excited for a new year and all the possibilities?
I’m currently paying for slacking off over the holidays. My deadline for my grant project is looming, and I admit writer fatigue set in when December hit. There were days I sat at the computer for close to five hours and only wrote 1000 words. Ouch!
But it’s a new year, and I’m back in the swing of things and going full tilt. Yesterday and the day before I wrote 3000 words per day! I’ve gotten back into the story and I’m enjoying the research process, which has largely consisted of scouring Pinterest. Check out this skoolie interior – doesn’t it make you want to hit the open road?
I especially love the trough bath! It’s hard to see in this picture (thewaywardhome.com), but it looks like the faucet at the kitchen sink can detach to fill the bath or be used as a handheld in order to shower. I’m also a huge fan of the barn doors on the kitchen cabinets, since it’s a tight space and kitchen cabinets that swing out could present a few problems.
It’s January 4th, and I’m dreaming of summer, and road trips, and camping… Time to stop looking at Pinterest and get back to work!
Last weekend Trenton and I went on our first kid-free trip in four years (five if you count the time I was pregnant)! We chose Vegas because it’s a quick 2.5 hour flight, the weather is warm enough to go to the pool during the days, and it’s a surprisingly mellow place to visit as a couple.
I know, the words “Vegas” and “mellow” don’t belong in the same sentence. What we like about Vegas is that there was always so much to do, so many restaurants to eat at and shows to see, that we didn’t really didn’t even have to think—a win for exhausted parents.
Leaving the kids was hard. Not just because I knew I was going to miss them, but because the logistics of going on vacation without your kids takes just as much preparation as bringing them along.
To get my family on board and disrupt their schedules as little as possible, we brought the kids to them, which involved the following: setting up a playpen at my sister’s, dropping toys and bikes off at my parents, teaching everyone how to install car seats, packing individual bags for daycare on Friday, a suitcase for their weekend clothes, and yet another bag full of toys they picked to take. I wrote a group email with a “schedule” that included when my sister would pick them up from daycare, when she would take them to my parents’ the next morning, Max’s nap time, Owen’s skating lesson time (including what to do with Max in that half hour), sleeping routines, and fun activities they could do together to fill up their time.
We were asleep by the time the plane left the runway.
Just kidding. We were pretty pumped to be on a plane and actually able to watch a movie. The novelty of it! Such luxury!
Before we took off, I admit I was nervous. I stood at our gate scrolling through pictures of the kids. “Look, here they are in their matching pajamas! Aren’t they adorable? Does anyone else at the gate want to see this picture of my kids sitting all cute together in their matching pajamas, not even hitting each other or crying?”
After we took off, we went back in time. We didn’t worry about the kids but fell easily into our old life as a couple. Since it was a special trip, we splurged and saw a show every night: KA, Absinthe, and the Vegas Strong benefit concert, which included a variety of Vegas acts with proceeds going to the families of victims of the October 1 shooting.
On the last night, we tried gambling and tripled our money before losing it all. (Which really means we put a dollar into a slot machine in Caesars Palace and our money shot up to $3.08, but then we cashed out and moved to a bad luck machine. Boo!)
It was such a fun trip!!! The perfect first quick getaway. To any parents reading this who feel guilty taking time away from your kids, I can’t tell you what to do, but do it! As long as they’re being well taken care of while you’re gone, it’s okay for you to have time to yourself, and you will come back a more relaxed parent.
Here we are at Absinthe:
Winning at the slots:
Relaxing by the pool:
Two cuties in matching pajamas:
I’m super pumped to announce that I now have an agent!!! I’ll be working with Hilary McMahon at Westwood Creative Artists, and I couldn’t be happier.
I had a terrible cold over the weekend, so when I woke up to Hilary’s email, I thought I was dreaming. Or hallucinating. I ran downstairs to tell Trenton (who is the best husband ever and was taking care of the kids so I could sleep in), and we all broke out into a happy dance. Even Owen, who had no idea why were celebrating but who never turns down a good dance party!
I started writing The GMO Twins in 2015 and finished the first draft just in time for my second son Max’s birth. I submitted an early draft—a very early draft—to Pitchwars in 2016 and received some requests and feedback, which I used to create my second draft. Then I hired one of the Pitchwars mentors for a developmental edit and revised again. The writing group I met after Pitchwars was a huge support—it’s very inspiring to hear their success stories and there’s always someone to cheer on the little milestones writers sometimes don’t get to celebrate, such as hitting a word count goal!
At the end of October, I took my manuscript to the Author in Residence and Writer in Residence, who both told me it was ready to send to agents. Huzzah!
Now I’m busy working on my next project, which I’m about halfway through (the first draft, anyway). My goal is to have it written by next spring so I can revise, revise, revise away.
More exciting times ahead! Thank you for reading 🙂
This morning I watched Neil Gaiman’s speech “Make Good Art”. I’d recommend this video to everyone, not just people who consider themselves “artists”. After all, we’ve all been artists at some point in our lives and in various fashions. The child forced to participate in a school art class is an artist. The adult picking out their outfit for the day is an artist.
Neil said he doesn’t think of himself as having a career because that would have implied he had a career plan, and he never did. Rather, he had a “bucket list” of what he wanted to do: “write an adult novel, a children’s book, a comic, a movie, record an audiobook, and write an episode of Doctor Who“. He says he didn’t have a career, he just moved to the next thing on the list.
When we were in grade one, we didn’t think about everything we should have accomplished by grade three. We accepted the grade we were in at the moment, and then we moved to the next grade. That’s what Neil’s list reminded me of: feeling content with our present developmental stage rather than beating ourselves up for not being bigger and better.
Lately I’ve been feeling overwhelmed balancing a few projects: working on revise and resubmits from publishers, writing an adult novel through a grant process, compiling ideas for self-help sites that asked me to contribute, and beginning work on a technical writing contract I recently picked up. Now I recognize it’s all a journey, and I don’t need to do everything at once–I can simply make my way down the list.
The other night I watched the documentary Minimalism: A Documentary About the Important Things. While it didn’t make me want to give away all my belongings, I enjoyed it for what it was: a reminder on the benefits of living a simpler life. While perhaps the message has been delivered before, I still found new insights to take away.
I’d never heard of the term “fast fashion”. For those who haven’t either, it’s cheap and trendy clothing meant to be worn for a week or two before being discarded for the next best thing. The footage of dumptrucks throwing away piles and piles of clothes made me sick to my stomach.
I identified with the criticism of buying furniture just to fill up a new house, though I couldn’t help but think the documentary favoured those who could afford large homes and had the disposable income to waste furnishing underutilized rooms. How many people have 3000+ square foot homes that this is even an issue?
Still, a lot of us are fortunate and do hold onto or hoard items that other people might put to good use. Again, it’s a good reminder to not let these items sit in your closet. One man’s junk is another man’s treasure. Also by sharing items, we all do our part to reduce the strain on our overflowing landfills.
Perhaps what stuck with me most about the film was that “The Minimalists” come from difficult backgrounds (abusive fathers and crack addict/alcoholic mothers), so they grew up with the drive to become wealthy only to realize it wasn’t bringing them the happiness they expected. One man spoke of selling five year olds cellphones to make 50K a year. Life is a learning process and it can take us years to find the right path, but it’s so important to never stop searching and to choose the one that feels right in your bones.
If you haven’t seen this documentary yet, give it a watch and let me know your thoughts!
I’m at my dining room table, looking out the window at the tiny birds toddling across my front lawn, the swing hanging from its pine tree softly swinging in the breeze, and the sun-soaked flowers in the neighbour’s garden. This has been my writing view for the past month.
Every Friday, I write.
It’s so nice to have this weekly ritual, this precious time to sit down and do what I love. In fact, carving out this time is a necessity in our crazy busy household! Owen and Max’s current game is to take all the pillows off the couch, stack them up into a tower, and then hurtle themselves off it and onto the next couch. Max just turned 16 months.
But on Fridays, the house is quiet. Trenton drops the kids off at daycare on his way to work, and I gather up all my writing essentials—coffee, laptop, breakfast, COFFEE—and make my way into the dining room, where I might sit down and immediately feel inspired, or I might spend a half hour trying to find the right music playlist.
Some days, I easily write 2500 words. Some days the people walking past distract me and I let them distract me. I used to think I had to push myself to write a certain number of words a day (Stephen King aims for 1000), but now I recognize some days are more productive than others, and that’s okay.
When I first started writing, I used to force myself to sit and write when I wasn’t in the mood, and the result was I got very little done. Now I give myself permission to relax. I find that if I give myself that break, the words will come more easily the next day. And when they do, I put the kids down and madly type whatever idea was percolating while I was driving to a friend’s for a play date, or riding the train at the amusement park, or changing a poonami.
Fridays are for writing, but the writing process isn’t just about getting words down. It’s about letting creativity flow—giving your imagination the time and space to allow creativity to flow.
I’m so thankful that I have this time every week to dedicate to my writing and to myself, and I highly recommend all writers give themselves this gift. We all live hectic lives with jobs, family, and other commitments, which means we don’t find as much time as we’d like to write.
TGIF everyone! I hope you find time to do what you love this week.
Yoga Inspiration posted this Instagram photo a few days ago, and I think it fits with my Tiny Buddha article coming out tomorrow!