The Rational/Irrational Fear that Comes with Being a Writer by Elle W Silver

Fear is such a constant and strong emotion that we evolved a way to deal with it or keep it as far away as possible. Yet, it remains a huge part of our lives. Each one of us experiences fear in some degree and a huge percentage of us chooses to ignore it, do nothing, go on like nothing has happened.

As a writer, I have found that my greatest fear is in sharing my work. I get an idea, plan, plot and map the characters and then sit down to write the story. When I am done, or nearly done. I begin to wonder if the world is ready for the story. What will people think? Will my agent, editor or publisher send it back, telling me they can’t sell this? Or worse, will I finally hit Publish (If I am self-published) or finally get that publishing deal (If I am going traditional) only for readers to give me 1 star reviews or no reviews at all?

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Plantsing for non-gardeners by Evangeline Gold

The constant battle. Plot your story or write it by the seat of your pants?

I used to pants. If I wasn’t feeling the passion, I didn’t write. Now, I do both, and it’s saved my writing. I’m choosing to share my method and madness in case it helps others. If nothing else, you’ll have a good idea of why I’m so crazy afterward.

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Beta Reading versus Critiques by D.L. Hungerford

I got myself in over my head as far as time to do things. Without losing any of my regular obligations for blogs, group moderation, posts, writing, etc., I got into a beta read situation with two wonderful authors. So this blog is going to be short and sweet. Continue reading

Holy Hogmanay, Batman! by Francisco Cordoba

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The honour of bringing the first blog post of 2017 to the Happy Authors’ Guild falls to me, and you know what? I’ve blown it.

I haven’t just forgotten to give HAG a timely hug, or omitted to whisper sweet nothings in HAG’s shell-like ear, or nipped when I should have licked between HAG’s plump and luscious thighs. No, I’ve blown it like a turkey-induced New Year’s fart that’s gonna reverberate from now until June. Continue reading

The Best of Happy Authors Guild’s 263 Posts by D. L. Hungerford

Writing blogs can be difficult. Often we are talking to ourselves because the audience doesn’t hit the like button or comment or even breath loud enough to let us know they are there. But lucky for us, WordPress keeps stats of how many people viewed our posts. Maybe I don’t mean lucky. Continue reading

A Writer’s Life

“You look crazy.”

“Huh?” I say to my well-meaning husband. His  words, while amused and affectionate, have pulled me from my world. Doesn’t he know that I have dialogue to run?

“You’re talking to yourself. Your hands are even moving.” Full disclosure: my bio-mom’s family comes from Sicily, and people who study such things, know exactly which village by my hand motions.

I roll my eyes as I lose the thread. Edie had been talking smack, but it’ll have to wait. “Do you need something?”

“No.” He’s smiling at me.

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“Do the kids need something?”

“Nope.”

“Then why are you…” I don’t want to say “bothering me” but that’s the phrase that’s attempting to escape.

He smile at me. “You look crazy.”

“And?” My patience is wearing very thin at this point.

“Well, we’re at our son’s robotics competition and you’re walking around, talking to yourself.”

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I heave a huge sigh. “There are four teams ahead of him. I  know what’s going on.”

“How’s the scene going?” I can tell he’s trying not to laugh.

“Not well. I’m not exactly sure who’s POV to use, or if I should cut directly to the action. Right now, I’m contemplating a quiet scene, and I don’t know if that’s right for the overall story. So I’m trying out dialogue.” I glare at him. “Did you need something?”

He finally laughs, soft chuckles that don’t carry far. “Yes. You. In this moment. And not looking crazy.”

My fingers drum on my twitching leg as I stare blankly at the stage where a small cube with arms manipulates Legos.

(Full disclosure: This video does not feature my kids or their robot.)

Two seconds later, Marley is clutching his guitar and flirting with Brenda. I’m not sure if this scene will work either, but I’m enjoying the hell out of their banter. Those two are always good for lightening the mood. And the book has been fairly heavy so far…

“You’re doing it again.” He’s laughing out loud, now.

“I really don’t care.” I try to hold on to the scene, but talking banishes the image of Marley laughing on the beach.

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“Do you really wander around talking to yourself outside of the house? Don’t you realize how crazy you look?”

Our youngest, all of seven, though cynicism and emotional manipulation makes him seem at least two decades older, plops into my lap. He munches on a granola bar and flaps a hand at his father. “Yeah, but, dad, mom is crazy. How did you miss that when you married her?”

My husband loses it at this point, and his big-belly laugh echoes in the gym. My two oldest children glance around the makeshift divider that has been erected. We smile and wave before turning our attention back the robots.

I make it through the end of the round, but once the setup for the next round starts, my mind is, again, in the Haven. This time, I’m trying a fight practice scene with Barb and Matt.

“You really can’t help it, can you?” My husband heavy, warm arm slips around my shoulders.

“What can I say? I’m a writer. Also, still not sure what the next scene should be…”

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Kate Whitaker writes for fun and profit from the woods of the Olympic Peninsula. You can most likely find her sitting at her kitchen table yelling at kids as she tries to figure out a new way to kill made up monsters. She has a newsletter and a comic, and you can follow her on twitter.

 

Holiday Sparkle by D.L. Hungerford

Welcome to the end of 2016! Welcome to the First Day of Winter! Welcome to Solstice, Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanzaa, and a time to meet with friends and family. Wishing you all your heart needs for the season. Writing time might be hard to come by, but keep your imagination alive and well in any way you can. Continue reading

How to beat writer’s block in 5 easy steps. By Bren Kyveli

What is writer’s block?

It’s that inexplicable dead silence in your brain when you fire up the laptop to work on a novel, a chapter, a short story… a blog post. It’s that debilitating feeling of utter emptiness where a story should be. You know its there, just moments ago while driving home you had a great idea but now you’re at your laptop and it’s nothing but crickets. Right? Continue reading