Write in Your Own Unique and Magical Way

We writers try to get our hands and eyes on every piece of information regarding the myriad of ways, forms, and fashions in which well-known writers write/have written. We try to imitate, emulate, grasp for any minuscule scrap of inspiration in which to awaken our creative muse. Stop and think about that for a minute. WE are looking at THEIR stuff to awaken OUR creative muse. And then we wonder why we have writer’s block?! Maybe it’s because we are trying to be more like them to get at what they have. We want what they have. We need to embrace what WE have.

We will never shed the skin of incompetence if we are trying too hard to grab onto what someone else has. It’s like comparing ourselves to them, trying to study them, trying to be like them. Don’t misunderstand – it’s all well and good to study and read and enjoy the works of others. It does feed the creativity and inspiration bug. But studying more on how someone else does something to improve your own writing might stifle your efforts just a bit. You can take all the creative writing classes in the world and study the works of every NYT best-selling author in your genre and still fall flat on your face.

Face it. You want to be the next J. K. Rowling. C. S. Lewis. Tolkien. No. You want to surpass them. Your first step in attaining this goal? Stop trying to be like them. Stop trying to write like them. Stop trying to beat them. Be yourself. Write from your own unique perspective.

Each person on the planet was born into a unique set of circumstances. We each were born with a mission, and we each have many purposes. We were not placed here to be someone else. We were not replicated. We are not clones nor robots. We have our own mind, behaviors, imagination and quirks that no one else has. We are each unique and special and it’s from that uniqueness you should find your writing groove. There is no one else quite like you. No one else has what you have. No one else has your voice nor can write like you. Own that. These are TREASURES!

Do you find yourself stuck quite a bit on your writing journey? There are so many reasons for this: Trying to be like someone else. Trying to be as good as… Not enough self-worth, not enough faith in ourselves, overthinking everything, the thought of “One day, I’ll be published. I’ll be famous. I won’t have to worry about how to pay the bills ever again!” All these things block us, psychologically and creatively, as well as emotionally, spiritually and mentally.

So my advice? And this goes out to me, too. Write from your own heart, your own soul, your own mind. Don’t wait for inspiration to strike, or for your muse to awaken, or a free hour in your day to show up, to actually sit there and write. You make the time each day, wherever you can. You do it because you cannot live your life without making time to do that thing you love – writing, imagining, playing/conversing with your imaginary friends. Get up 2 hours earlier. Stay up 2 hours later. But work it in somehow. Write during your lunch hour. Write instead of watching 3 hours of tv.

Make your inspiration:

Use a coffee cup that inspires you – either sit it on your writing space & fill it with writing tools or fill it with coffee/tea.

Fix yourself a glass of wine, or two, or three, if that helps with your flow.

Put on a “magic shirt” or “magic cape” in which to stir your muse.

Buy a “magic quill” and bottle of ink and sit it on your writing space. Or just a photo of it.

Heck! Go break off a limb and craft your own “magic wand” if that’s what gets you inspired! Or turn your pencil into a wand by decorating. Point it at your screen or tablet of paper or your brain and command, “Wake, Creative Muse! Create! Work through my mind and fingers! Make my writing great!” LOL (Go check out this cool page I found on creating your own magic wands out of pencils!)

Find something fun and add it to your writing routine. But make it your own.

And don’t focus on the end goal of being published. That’s putting way too much pressure on yourself. Just write because you love it. Do it for the fun of it. And if, one day, you finish the book and you revise and revise and revise and proof and proof and polish, then perhaps you can attempt to get it out into the world. But even if it never gets there, you have accomplished a great feat! You finished what you started. And that’s big. HUGE!

Ciao for now. Smooches! xoxo

-Carol

Catching up – everything and the kitchen sink

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So I realize I’ve been absent a while. Many of you know I started a new adventure – my family etsy store. Not only have I been busy creating, filling custom orders and managing the biz, I have been studying up on other items we will soon be adding. (By the way, the store is http://www.etsy.com/shop/cedarcreekhaven and if you want a 10% off coupon, one will go out in the upcoming March newsletter, and you can sign up for it here.) Also thinking about adding a blog related to the store and creating/crafting, perhaps showing how-to’s, perhaps how-to instructional videos, step-by-step how to’s…I don’t know…it’s just a thought. Not sure if people would be into or open to that. What do you think?

But my absence is not only in relation to being busy with our store. I’ve been working, of course, with my clients (non-store related) and, admittedly, I’ve not made much time for writing. Like everything I do in life, I put it off. I put off what’s important to me. I push it off the plate, talking myself out of it, as if I have no time for it, or I tell myself I’m not a good enough writer or look for some sort of way to self-sabotage because that’s what I do. It’s what I’ve always done. Okay, maybe not with everything. I mean, I have run businesses that I started myself and ran for years and actually loved it and was quite successful. I question myself there, too. How could I have been?

***I had an idea. I didn’t spend a ton of time planning and thinking about it. I just thought about it for a day or two, made a quickie 1-day plan, started finding ways of drumming up business, got booked for a couple of months making more per hour for myself than half that working for someone else, put my 2 weeks notice in at my regular job that I hated, and POOF! I was running with it and I ran with it for years.

Then the recession hit the fan and I was offered a full-time gig working for one of my clients, so I took it while the taking was good and before I ran out of work. Girl’s gotta pay the bills. Plus, firms were slowing down on calling my freelance legal service. After years of being highly sought after, the calls stopped, but I could still pay the bills because I opted for the full-time gig. Smart, right? I mean, sure, the money was good and I had benefits but isn’t there more to being happy than that? It can’t be all about the money and benefits package.

What about the inner-most callings of your heart? My heart?

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be a writer. A writer of books. Of course, I didn’t know when I was 5 or 6, it was about books. At that time, it was about making up funny songs and imaginative, adventurous stories to tell my dolls (Patty, Lisa, and Tender Love Baby Doll) and stuffed animal (Peaches, the Wonder Dog!), and oh my, how they loved hearing them, as they sat on the edge of their seats, gripping the covers, wide-eyed and gasping, on the edge of my bed, and sometimes couldn’t even contain themselves, as they fell right off.

And then time passes by and your stories have become private – your innermost secrets not shared with anyone. Not even your dolls because they are packed away.

And then time passes and you’ve lost all belief in yourself, so you stop writing. Anything.

I sat one day thinking I used to write great imaginative stories that my teachers loved and asked to keep. I used to write poetry and songs. I even wrote love letters to my beloved one-day husband, or who I wished to be my husband – not that I had anyone particular in mind but more of a dream of what I wanted him to be… I never met him. I married once, had the daughter of my dreams and lifelong prayers, and happily divorced. My daughter is still the child of my dreams and prayers, and I’m happy being single, but deep inside, very very deep inside, I still wonder what it would be like to have that best friend, that confidant, that man that actually listened when I had something to share, and actually remembered what I said. That man who knows how to make me laugh when things have become too serious and knows how to make me laugh just because he knows I love to laugh. That best friend who shares his soul and allows me to be heard, respected and treasured. I still wonder if he exists. Who knew I had any sense of being a hopeless romantic?! I surprise myself. Or maybe it’s just me living in my own little dream world bubble.

Even the thought of the love letters drifted through the years and I had resigned myself to never marry, adopt my daughter when I turned 35 and live happily ever after as a writer or secretary. I knew one thing for certain. I had to have my baby girl. Thankfully, love is blind and I married and had her and she looked like me, which made me appreciate my looks for the first time. Since then, she’s brought me to appreciate so much more about me and about life and about humanity and God. Actually, she brings out the best in me. She helped me to appreciate my mother more and to see everything differently. I treasure every second with my mom and daughter.

And I was a secretary for over 20 years.

More time passes and you start writing again because if you don’t, you’ll just burst! The voices in my head could no longer be stifled. I had to let them have their say before I lost my mind. I tried to ignore them for years. They were just not having it. I’d start a book. Then, at 2 am, I had a nightmarish idea for another book, so got up to write everything I could remember about that dream. Then, I’d start another book from another dream. Other voices showed up. It was a nightmare! Creation overload much?! Some might be thankful for the outpouring of such creativity but I was easily overwhelmed, I have to say. I told the voices that I have a job and a family and I need sleep, so the voices stopped again. The cool dreams stopped. I worked, I was there for my family. And then I wrote articles and sold them to magazines. And I ghostwrote stuff for clients, which worked well. I edited for them, proofread, a little of everything really, but I still, deep in my soul, was unhappy. I just could not understand. I gave up writing books, even though it made my heart so full of joy, and I’ll tell you why…

It wasn’t earning me any money. It can take years to write a book, especially when you are working full-time hours and taking care of a home as a single parent and raising a family. It just didn’t seem feasible. And I was giving myself negative self-talk such as “You aren’t a writer. You’ll never be any good. What are you doing? Why waste your time? You have no talent.” Actually, I was looking for ways to sabotage myself. It’s what I do.

I go back and forth with this all the time and I don’t know that this time will stick but I’ve been making small steps lately, making changes, trying to simplify my life. I realized and I’ve known for a long time I’m a hypersensitive person. Everything affects me. I cannot watch the news or read it or even hear about much of it because I will go home and cry my eyes out. I cannot see graphic pictures and videos that hurt my heart, mind, and soul, so I am careful what I view and I’ve been in the process of deleting Facebook “friends” who choose to post such crap and say stupid stuff like “Oh, I should have warned this video was graphic. Sorry, not sorry.” Some of my friends call me an empath. I don’t know what I am except I am going to be careful what I let into my brain because I am a very sensitive and emotional person. I feel deeply and I think it sucks. I guess that’s one thing that can possibly make a writer good – you can feel the feelings of every character easily. And since I’ve been so unhappy not writing what’s truly in my heart, I’ve decided to get back to it. I did participate in Nanowrimo in November, so that was a step in the right direction for the book I’ve worked on for the last 2-3 years. It’s more than half finished so that’s another perk. Much of the research has been done. I’ve talked with several experts in various fields, so there’s much truth to my fantasy adventure YA novel series. No more am I going to focus, at all, on ever having it published. I may continue to get my finished children’s book out there – I have been submitting to agents for a little while. From now on, when I write, I will write for me. I will act as if never another set of eyes will grace my typed pages and when it reaches completion, once I’ve revised once and twice and polished and proofed and final, I will then, and only then, take it to my Beta readers and decide if it’s meant to be out in the world.

And since I’ve been so unhappy not writing what’s truly in my heart, I’ve decided to get back to it. I did participate in Nanowrimo in November, so that was a step in the right direction for the book I’ve worked on for the last 2-3 years. It’s more than half finished and books 2, 3 and 4 all have a bit of work done so that’s another perk. Much of the research has been done. I’ve talked with several experts in various fields, so there’s much truth to my fantasy adventure YA novel series. No more am I going to focus, at all, on ever having it published. I may continue to get my finished children’s book out there – I have been submitting to agents for a little while. From now on, when I write, I will write for me. I will act as if never another set of eyes will grace my typed pages and when it reaches completion, once I’ve revised once and twice and polished and proofed and finalized, I will then, and only then, take it to my Beta readers and decide if it’s meant to be out in the world.

But until then, I write for me.

***(reading back over this, I think I need to return to this plan – not the legal thing but the 1-2 day brainstorm/planning, 1 day of going with the plan and taking action, getting the word out, getting clients booked and just go, go, go!) Stop thinking. Start doing. Thinking is my biggest problem. It’s always been my biggest problem. I overthink everything!

Anywho, sorry for my rambling on. Just wanted to catch you up on everything and I got carried away. But now you are all caught up. Did I leave anything out? Sounds like I put in everything but the kitchen sink. Oh, guess I just added that. Huh?

I hope you are all well as are your loved ones. Drop me a line and let me know how everything’s going. I’ll attempt to do better on updating more regularly. And I’ll try not to be too wordy.

Love, hugs and smooches,

Carol

 

Strength

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Meet Strength. Have strength. Make strength. Find strength. Be strong. My latest addition to the store. It’s a pocket/purse pal. I can also turn this into a pendant.

http://www.etsy.com/shop/cedarcreekhaven

More writing posts to come shortly…

Smooches!  xoxo

 

Check out my published article

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Hey guys! I think some of you knew but I don’t remember posting it on here. I had a piece published in parent.co and I’d love for you to check it out and share it with your friends on Facebook.

The link is in my Facebook Writer page and the article is pinned to the top of the page.  Let me know what you think? The title was changed but everything else is mine. I’m posting through Facebook, because shares and likes are being recorded by the magazine.

https://www.facebook.com/adjustingyourfocus/

Hope you’re well,

Carol

Sorry for being MIA – Have a Fabulous Turkey Day!!

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Just wanted to drop a line or two or a few…

Sorry for being MIA. I have been working on NaNoWriMo and updating more on Instagram (@carolblakesessums) than anywhere else lately.

I will be more present and updating more regularly to the blog come January. December will be even crazier than November with Christmas and revising/polishing my book, so if I don’t see y’all on the blog, hopefully I’ll catch you on Instagram or I’ll see you back here in January. I haven’t forgotten you or the blog, so just know you are loved and special and thought about and I hope you have a fabulous, fun, filling Thanksgiving with all your favorite foods, family and friends! That’s a lot of F-words! The good kind! Believe it or not, I did not actually plan it that way. Ha! Just one o’ them things…

Go out there and make some memories. Don’t forget to take pictures!

*smooch*

Love ya,

Carol

Holla! Please let me know what you think of my #HuffingtonPost Piece

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Hey guys! I’m interested in learning what you think of my HuffPo article. Please check it out and like and/or comment and/or share. I’d truly appreciate your feedback. Thanks!

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/letting-go-of-pains-from-the-past-by-learning-the-lessons_us_57c5a181e4b024fca58cfb40

Love ya!

Carol (a/k/a C.S. Blake)

Breaking up with Tech

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Final Day of our 30 day Challenge!

Day 30 of Happily Ever After and since I’m a bit late in the evening rather than this morning, you can postpone doing this until one day that you are off work, like next weekend, since many of us have to have tech when we work.

Day 30 – Give tech a rest.

If you wrote down the time you spent on social media or reading emails or reading stuff online, I bet it would add up to hours over a day’s time, if not your entire work day, and then some. Get away from tech for one day! It won’t kill you. If you have to stay in contact with your family, use it for emergencies only or to know when to pick someone up but other than that, give tech a rest. And as far as that goes, TV too. Play board games, talk to your people, play with your pets, read a book.

I know tech keeps us connected and for many reasons, it’s a good thing, but we have become too dependent on gadgets and gizmos and living our lives completely around technology. Sometimes, we need to get back to nature, shut off electricity, live by candlelight, live by daylight, embrace the freedom from being tied up with tech for what seems like 24/7.

Break up with Tech, just for 24 hours. You might actually like it and it could become a new staple in your household, like one day a month, no tech, only connecting with each other and nature and the natural sounds around you.

Hope you guys found some happiness within some of these challenges. Let me know?

Until next time…

😉

#happilyeverafter