I wasn't planning on taking a break from writing here at all. In fact, I was planning on writing more. I had all these ideas in my head. And I was finally going to finish that non-existent "About Me" section and update the Who's Who page.
Things haven't quite worked out the way I was planning though and while I wasn't really planning on writing about this here yet, I've decided to share a little about why I've been absent here so much this summer.
I've been writing, and reading, and then writing even more.
I resolved that I was going to read fiction this summer, rather than just read books about how to do this or be that, which is a habit I've fallen into in the last five or so years, when it felt like every thing I did needed to have a purpose that was useful and working towards something, since there were only so many hours in the day. If I managed to squeeze in a few minutes of reading a book about how to be a super awesome wife or amazing homeschooling mom, well doing that felt useful, whereas settling in with one of the books from the complete collection of Alexander Dumas' works that Paul got me felt... lazy.
There would be time for reading those later, I told myself. But there never was.
I felt like I should be doing something else right at this moment, like folding laundry, or scrubbing a floor somewhere and oh my goodness, where is Maggie and how did she get into a container of Vaseline?
Or I should be blogging. I should definitely be blogging and not settling in to read until I finished that great post I've been brainstorming about 5 Things To Know When Your Child is Diagnosed with...
So reading fiction has been shoved to the back burner, and maybe sometimes it was pushed entirely out of my mind altogether as I started slogging through a book on home organization or how to can peaches, or amazing recipes for my dehydrator.
I still wasn't writing yet though. I might open a word document, but I would end up filling a page with latest blog post.
Maybe I should go back a little bit and explain my relationship with writing.
I've been writing pretty much non-stop for as long as I can remember. I was constantly working on a story since somewhere around second grade. When I was twelve I typed up a giant novel that filled a huge three ring binder with neatly printed 12 font words. It was massive. I could type ten single spaced pages in a day. My brain was overflowing with words.
The professor in the one elective writing course I took in college praised my work. The psychologist who did my psych eval for the CIA told me that I needed to be a writer if the CIA didn't work out for me.
And I kept writing.
I wrote a couple more novels, going over 100,000 words rapidly on the second, and stopping somewhere around 70,000 on the third.
Then I read them and hated them and shoved them to the back of the closet.
And then I had Sadie. And I started blogging.
I've been blogging since Sadie was around six months olds now. That's six and a half years.
I still wasn't writing fiction though. And it made me a little sad.
I thought that all the ideas had dried up. How was it that I'd ad 32 story lines written out when I was fourteen and I couldn't think of a single one now? Was my mind just drying up with each passing year? Where was that creativity?
Last month I started forcing myself to sit down and write... not to blog... to write fiction.
At first I was only managing five hundred words a day and it was hard. It was work. It wasn't pretty. But I wanted to push through.
About a week in I started to remember why I love writing. After two weeks the ideas started to flow and suddenly I had story lines battling it out in my head, begging to be written.
So now, every night once the kids are safely tucked into their beds and Maggie's attempts at disappearing into the forest are complete for the day, I sit down in a chair next to James and I write.
I'm hoping that after we go home, as the days develop a rhythm again, I'll get back into posting several times a week. For now I want to make sure I post at least once a week (and maybe more, depending on when inspiration strikes).
At the moment though, most of my words are going towards that fourth novel, which I'm hoping will actually be worth reading, unlike the previous three.
I think that writing every day for the last six and a half years has been incredibly valuable and I'm hoping that before too long I'll have a rough draft to begin going over again. But even if the end result never sees the light of day, which I honestly hope it does, I've realized that I need to keep writing and not just here on the blog about real life, but privately, in my notebook and on a word document, about all the worlds that I've built up in my mind that I really need to put down on paper.
Good for you!! While I miss you on your blog I'm so happy for you! Auntie MReplyDelete
I just remembered how to ADD people-- so I added you. Saves you a step!ReplyDelete
I wondered where you were! And now we know. Keep at it. Although I miss your posts, I love that you're doing something that is a part of your calling. Give your talent to write free rein. And I hope someday we'll all be searching Amazon for the latest book by Cammie Wollner.ReplyDelete
God bless. ~ Bonnie
I've missed you around here but I think it's great that you are working on a novel! Best of luck!ReplyDelete
It's good that your writing. I started writing fiction. Problem is I start to work and realize that I don't like it enough to want to read it myself so I just stop. I've got several novels like that. I've also got a bunch in outline form and some partially researched. But this current one I'm determined to complete no matter how terrible it's sounding at the moment. I threw all conventional wisdom out and just told myself to start writing. Then I periodically stop and research and think about where things are going and write some more. Currently my writing sounds stilted, but you've got to start somewhere otherwise there's nothing to edit. I think writers spend more time editing and researching than writing anyway. My writing is a Christian young adult science fiction story. What's yours?ReplyDelete
Very cool!! I hope we get a synopsis some time when you're done. (Or feel like sharing.) Enjoy your summer of reading and writing and being.ReplyDelete
Good for you, Cam! Can't wait to see the fruits... or not... whatever you way you end up doing things. I am convinced that our time blogging (even if well spent) often distracts us from even more fruitful projects. Enjoy!ReplyDelete
this is so exciting cammie! any interest in writing an article for cordella magazine? :)ReplyDelete
Cammie, this is awesome!ReplyDelete