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          Outspoken
     
     

          by Lora Richardson
     

     

         
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On Writing and Not Letting Self-Doubt Win

It took me two years to write my first book, Outspoken.  The biggest reason why it took that long was self-doubt.  I'd hit a place in the writing where something in the plot eluded me, or my dialogue was crap, or I was just sure it was never going to come together.

What I did during those times was to put it away.  I'd close the file and go watch tv.  Or read a book that somebody better than me had actually finished.

Two weeks or maybe even two months later, I'd get back to it.  I'd go along merrily for a while, until I came to a place, again, that challenged me, and I'd quit for a while.  Repeat until the first draft was done.  That took eighteen months.

Then I discovered the joy that is revision.  I'm not being sarcastic, I love revision.  Reworking the words, plumping up the words, building the words into something I loved.  Revision is where it's at for me.

For six months, I worked nearly every day on the book.  I had a little self doubt during those months, but instead of being discouraging, that particular self-doubt was borne of a reader's eye and let me know when a scene wasn't working.  So I listened to it and revised until I had it right.

So, that book is done.

Which meant it was time to write another book.  

Before I began, when I was just at the stage where ideas swirled around my head and my fingers itched to get started, I thought about what would make the first draft less painful this time.  I wanted to ensure that I didn't take two months off because I was discouraged or simply couldn't think of anything to write.

I decided to plow through the tough stuff so I could get to the golden delight of revision.

I set the goal of writing 1,000 words every single day of July and August.  I printed out a calendar to cross out the days when I succeeded.  I used a purple marker.

There were days when I wanted to skip it, there were days when it took me more than two hours to squeak out those thousand words, and there was one day I decided to skip but then at the last minute decided I couldn't and came in under the deadline at 11:54.

I haven't taken down those calendars yet.  I may leave them up forever.  At the end of August, I had 65,000 words written.  I probably won't leave the ending where it is, and it's messy.  Very messy, even for a first draft.  But it's a mess I can clean up.  I can do the organizing and the scrubbing and the tidying.  

It will take a long time, but it won't take two years.  

In writing my first novel, I learned not to take the first draft too seriously.  I learned that personally, I need to power through the first step so that self-doubt doesn't have a chance to grow roots.  

Eleven and Seven

My kids are eleven and seven.

And actually, my son is almost twelve.  This year he marched in the Fourth of July parade with his bagpipe band.  He has been taking lessons for almost two years, and is just about ready to get on the pipes.  You learn to play, and practice, on a practice chanter.  Anyway, here he is marching in the parade holding the banner.

The man on the far left of the picture is Ully, his teacher.  He is patient and encouraging, and after spending so much time with him, like another grandpa.


My daughter is seven.  She has developed a passion for gymnastics.  She's always jumping and flipping and bending in crazy ways.  Here's a video.

We are still homeschooling.  They are in sixth and second grades.  It still works really well for us, and we love the flexibility.

It's Sunday today, so we will spend it reading, writing, playing, and working on projects around the house.  

I Wrote a Novel. It feels amazing and also scary.

Hi.  Long time, no see.  There are various reasons why I haven't posted here in two years.  The biggest reason is that I began to write a book.

That endeavor took my daily allotment of writing energy and time, that's part of it.  But mostly I didn't want to tell people that I was writing a book.  I wanted to keep it to myself to see if I could actually accomplish it.  Writing my blog but leaving out such an important part of my daily life didn't feel good to me.  So I apologize for my long absence.

Now that the book is finished, and published, I feel like I can write here again sometimes.

So the book I wrote is a young adult coming-of-age fiction story.  It contains romance, family, friendship, and general life things.

Here is the back cover blurb:

Penny Beck is a girl who says yes when she means no.  She keeps to herself, follows the rules, and does what she’s told.  After a disastrous experience with her boyfriend, she's determined to change from the spineless person she’s always been into the strong woman she wants to become.  All she needs is a little practice.  

On a cross-country trip to check on her grandpa, she strives to become bolder and more outspoken with the strangers she meets.  Penny's plan is to practice saying and doing what she wants without worrying about what anyone else thinks.

Then she meets Archer, an introspective loner to whom she finds herself drawn.  She realizes she does care what he thinks, very much.  Will Penny be able to stick to her plan, or will she revert back to her people-pleasing ways?  

Here is the link to the Amazon page, if it sounds like something you'd like to read.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0140D86OY/ref=s9_simh_gw_p351_d0_i1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=desktop-2&pf_rd_r=1N1C467RYAC5A7H6WF4J&pf_rd_t=36701&pf_rd_p=2091268722&pf_rd_i=desktop


Soon I will do an update post on my life, and tell you how things are going.  It feels good to be back!

New School Year

On Monday, we started a new school year.  We took pictures by the boxwood out front, as usual.

My kindergartener!

Fourth grader!

After our first day, both kids were completely exhausted!  I'm talking droopy eyelids and sluggish movements, and they fell asleep before 7:30.  Last night they both slept 12 hours.      




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Yep, he has long hair

So, my son has long hair.

It's true.

When he was little, I kept his hair pretty short.  It was easy to wash and comb, and for a kid who hated to have his head touched or to get any water on his face, that was important.

He's 5 in this picture.

When he was 6, he asked to grow his hair out, so that he could stay warm the following winter.  We said, "Sure."

It grew.

It got about this long:

7.5 years old.

Then he wanted it cut.

Age 8, with dear Alice.

Then we started reading Harry Potter, and he wanted to grow in out like Dumbledore and Sirius Black.  So he grew it again.  More than half of his friends have long hair, so he probably didn't deliberate long over his decision.

So now it's long.


Sometimes he combs it:

Sometimes he doesn't:

Sometimes he is mistaken for a girl.  He does not mind at all.  He says, "Well, I know I'm a boy, so why does it matter what they think?"   I love that attitude. 

He recently got an inch trimmed off, then went back yesterday and had another inch cut off.  He was having trouble with tangles, so he wanted it to be easier to manage.  (If he's going to have long hair, it's his job to care for it.)

What I love is that he was so inspired and moved by the characters in his books, that he wanted to emulate them in appearance.   

Hair fashions change all the time, I love that he's just doing what he feels like doing.





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Tipi

We did a fun thing. 

We went camping in a primitive tipi!  (That's how the ranch spelled it, so that's how I'm spelling it.)

It was 20 feet in diameter at the bottom.

It felt really surreal and different.  We did a lot of pretending that we were in a tribe.  It was so fun!  But you guys, when you're the grown-up, camping is hard.  It really made me thankful for all the comforts back at home.   We didn't mind the rain, because we liked the sound it made when it hit the tipi.  But it was cold.  So cold. 

 

We kept the fire going all night, which was a dream of mine:  to sleep right by a campfire.  

Here I am reading in the firelight.  I slept in my jacket.  We didn't get warm for two days after we got home.

It was a wonderful life experience and I'm so glad we did it. My memories are already adding a little shine to the actual experience. 



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