Jackie Dana I write 10,000 meaningful words every day.
I just read Honoree Corder’s Prosperity for Writers and it fired me up to make some new affirmations and goals for 2016 so that I can become a prosperous writer. Writing 10,000 words a day is just one of them.
My first novel, By Moonrise, is now available for pre-order on Amazon.com.
Wow, did I really write those words? I need to stop and pinch myself. I can’t really believe this is happening to me.
My book (By Moonrise) is done. The cover is done. All that’s left is a final review of the galleys (the pages as laid out for printing), writing up the acknowledgments, and the back of the cover book blurb.
The blurb.
The ever-so-important summary that is meant to tease and inspire, describing just enough that it piques a buyer’s interest. It’s the text on the back of the book, and the text that glows in neon on Amazon.
You’d think that 150 or so words wouldn’t be that hard to write, especially for someone who writes novels and also is a professional copywriter.
You’d be wrong.
Check out my latest post on Medium (for a change of pace):
“How I Rewired My Brain & Made My Writing Career Possible“
Read moreHow I Rewired My Brain & Made My Writing Career Possible
Once upon a time, I stood at the edge of Jumping Rock at Waimea Bay in Hawaii.
My friend and I had watched dozens of kids climbing up and jumping into water below. I laughed, thinking they were crazy. Then my friend said he was going to do it too, and for some reason, I didn’t want to miss out.
There was no way I could ever do such a terrifying thing myself. The rock was 35 feet high. But as I watched everyone do it, temptation sunk its evil hooks into me. I scaled the rock in my bare feet, knowing that I could never get back down without hurting myself.
Then I was there, like so many people before me, looking down at the water way below me.
It was easy, right? Just jump. It didn’t seem that risky. The water was clear, and sufficiently deep. The bottom was sand as far as the eye could see.
But jumping from that height was madness, especially for someone with a moderate fear of heights. How could I ever do it? What had I gotten myself into?
Once again, I have embarked on the journey of invention and self-discovery that is NaNoWriMo.
This will be my third National Novel Writing Month attempt. It also marks my first year as a Municipal Liaison (for the Austin/Central Texas region), a position I volunteered for because I love NaNoWriMo so very much.
Here are a few of the lessons I learned from my first two “wins” (successful NaNoWriMo challenges):
