Two Weeks In

Two weeks, 30 pages.

We’re in this for real now, people.

Just to clarify, I have not cheated. I have not skimped. I have not even cried real tears yet. Although there was that one day I got really cranky, but I think that was when the toilet broke. Or was it when our town was well into Day 3 of the fog that has enveloped us like a big…giant…fog-like thing? Seriously, hanging in this part of Virginia lately feels a little like living in Forks, Washington. (Twilight, ok? Yes, I’m referencing Twilight, even though I’m more of a True Blood fan.) You drive around in your big old minivan at night and I swear you expect a vampire to jump out in front of you at any second. It’s been that gloomy, and cold, and just plain creepy.

Anyway, like I say, I’ve been faithful to this challenge. Even though it’s kicking my ass. But I do have 30 pages. Did I mention that? And I do feel like I’m doing something, even if it’s all convoluted and crazy and going in many very strange directions.

My problem with this one is structure. I have five different characters speaking in this book, and I’ve never done that before. I’ve always been too lazy to try to imagine different points of view, and now I see why. It’s like writing a whole bunch of different short stories. And it is HARD.

So the other day I just sat back and thought, what could help? What could guide me? What could give me some basic tips here?

And then it hit me. A BOOK.

Yeah, a real, live, published piece of fiction that actually works.

So I found one on my trusty bookshelf—one that uses multiple voices to tell a story. And I started reading. Not to steal ideas, of course, but to learn something, to absorb the nuances and the rhythm of each character and how the author made them each completely distinctive, and how the events in their lives overlapped and wound apart, and came together again.

It helped. So I guess that’s my message this week. Dust off the books if you feel the need, go back to the basics. Unclog the toilet. Find your way through the fog.

Just do the work. It should, with any luck, all come together in the end, right?

So how goes it for you guys? How far in are you? What’s been hard? How’s the weather your way?

Write well, my friends. Only 50 weeks (or however many YOU have left) to go.


Soul, Sister

So, I’m thinking a lot about “voice” these days. With the first draft of the two opening chapters of my new tome almost finished, I’m paying a lot of attention to what the writing sounds like, to what kind of world I’m inviting a reader to enter.

For me, voice—that sustainable tone and mood set by the subtle interplay of language and observation—is what makes a story. I’m a pretty charitable reader of other people’s work. I forgive the occasional narrative line bumbles and rough spots, if I feel like I’m reading something that is compelling and authentic, and it’s showing me something new about the world.

Errors and bumbles can always be fixed, and, hey, nothing’s perfect. But voice is different. I think of voice as the “soul” of a story. And without a soul, what have you got? Just a lot of noise.

Let me give a shout-out here to novelist and super-blogger Amy Sue Nathan whose forthcoming debut novel, The Glass Wives, will be published by St. Martin’s Griffin in May 2013. Amy kindly allowed us to post as guest bloggers on her terrific site, Women’s Fiction Writers. We’ve connected with a whole new bunch of cool writers as a result.

So please check out Women’s Fiction Writers and pick up The Glass Wives this spring. Keep the good vibes going round.

— Karen


Feeling the love–or not

If you’re a writer, you’ve been there. You’ve got a story to tell. You’re full of ideas on how to tell it. Interesting characters and scenes have been unfolding–just not today. I once read an interview with a highly regarded novelist who admitted that she, in fact, did not write every day. The reason being she didn’t have something to say every day. Yeah.
There are days when what I write is bad, forced and uninspired, and you can almost hear my teeth gritting as I try to engage my brain. It happens. Other days the process is almost effortless. Those are the magic days. Most of the time my efforts fall somewhere in between. And that’s okay. I’ve come to learn that even on crappy days, time logged on my writing is valuable. Thinking about the story, thinking about the characters, even if I can’t string a sentence together, is valuable. I hit on things, realize things on those slow days that help feed what I write the next day and the day after. Sound familiar to anyone?
So take it easy on yourself on the crappy days. Just keep showing up. Writing is a job. We’re not all at our best every day on the job. But we keep showing up. We keep trying. And in the end we get paid.


Yesterday I nearly blew it. After a day of tearing down my pitiful decorations and packing them up in my moldy old boxes, I completely forgot about my 20 minutes. Just as hubby and I were settling in at 11 pm for our nightly Lost episode (Carla, too funny that you’re watching it too!), I suddenly yelled out an expletive and slapped my forehead.

Hubby sighed, hit pause. “Go write,” he grumbled. So I did. And I got in the 20, but it was unimaginative and rushed.

(BTW, I loathe the word “hubby” but have not yet come up with a clever pseudonym for my spouse. Drawing on his stoic tendencies, his superfluous intelligence, his disregard of all that is “illogical,” I think I will now refer to him as Mr. Spock.)

What happened with the writing the day before, though, was noteworthy. I had an idea for a character and a situation, but not much more than that. I plunged in anyway, and after a few lines, this person emerged, fully formed. I heard her voice, I saw her kitchen and the food she was making, I watched as she moved around and related to others and faltered and struggled and told her story.

I LOVE it when that happens. It’s rare for me, but it usually ends up being my best stuff. Once it occurred with a short story I wrote in a mere two hours (for me that’s like lightning fast), and it ended up being one of the few pieces I’ve published. Call it inspiration, muse, whatever. When it happens, I go with it—let it completely take over the writing. Because I know I can always change it up later, although that hasn’t happened yet. When characters come to life on the page and dictate their own scenes, I figure it’s because they know best.

What do you think? Has this ever happened to you?

Quieting the Mind

Carving out time–actual minutes and hours–to write is really only half the battle when it comes to establishing a regular writing routine. At least for me. Tuning into the writing means checking my “lifely” concerns at the door. The stuff of my real life buzzed all around my brain today: the two big pieces I’m writing at work; my son’s first day back at preschool after the break (I forgot his backpack); the new kitchen counters we’re installing; the cat’s vet appointment; the outrageous price of gas at the pump this morning.

When I sat down to write, I took three deep breaths and pushed all the noise out of my mind. I switched frequencies to the page before me and all that it had to teach. After I hit “save,” I returned to the world, calmer and more centered. Not a bad habit to get into.


Not So Lost?

So today I got my best gift ever—an extra day off from work! And of course I used it to write like my hair was on fire and completed 25 full pages of my new book. And I already have an agent. And…uh…it’s soon to be published…by Knopf.

Yeah, that’s the ticket.

In reality, I wrote for 45 minutes and completed two whole pages. But I did feel excitement instead of the dread I was feeling yesterday when I had this awful sensation that this book is garbage but this writing challenge we’ve created here is now going to force me to stick it out anyway. I calmed myself by watching an episode of Lost (this is how behind my husband and I are in our TV viewing) and then reminding myself that this challenge is about the work itself, not so much the final project. And while next January 1, 2014 I’d love to say, “Look how much of this book I wrote!” I may only get to say, “Hey, look at this half a book I wrote and then these two short stories I wrote, and this essay I finally finished and…”

You get the idea. We stick with what works, and if it doesn’t work, no harm no foul. Just keep plugging away, people! We’ll get something out of it.

By the way, I found the iPod around midnight last night. It was balanced precariously on top of my exercise ball in the basement.

I have no idea.


Day One…

Happy 2013 everyone! A new year, a fresh start, a blank piece of paper–it’s all exhilarating and terrifying. And, oh, the possibilities.

Day One of Write Despite opened for me with sad goodbyes to relatives we don’t get to see nearly enough. And then a sluggish, sleepwalking day that required much caffeine, TV staring, leftover cookies and cake, and finally a nap (yes, I did do New Year’s Eve up right last night). Then it was dinner out using those Christmas gift cards my lovely MIL gave us, a last-minute dash to help my daughter complete a Lakota teepee project (because of course we’ve only had two weeks off to do it), and a still ongoing search of the house to find her lost iPod. Finally, at 9:35, I sat down to write. I stopped exactly 20 minutes later. Because I not only have to find that damned iPod, but I also have to get my head on straight with this new book. Who are these characters, what dramas are happening with them right now, and is that really the best place to begin their stories? Am I really doing first person? Alternating voices? Should I choose past tense or present?

It can all be worked out. Tomorrow awaits. And another 20 minutes, at least. This should be a piece of cake, right? (Mmmm. Cake.)

Thanks for visiting. Write well, everyone!



A stomach bug that left me feeling wrung out and listless (Happy New Year!) did NOT prevent me from rising to Day One of the Write Despite Challenge. I put in forty minutes on the brand new novel, the one I’m just starting. You know how the beginning is—the characters emerging, their faces and voices coming to you through the mist, the urgent longings of their hearts knocking on yours. Right now, it’s more like listening than writing. It helps that my son drifted off to nap land, just as I was preparing to write.
Back to work tomorrow, to my “real” job, the one I get paid for. All the realities of life are gathering around after the floating ease of the holidays. Twelve days off. I’m not complaining. And going back to work this year feels kind of right, kind of good even. It’s time to get back to business across the board. So keep writing.

Welcome to Write Despite!

Write Despite…The Movie

 So if you’ve landed on this blog, you must be interested in writing.

Hey, so are we! And we’re glad you’re here.

We are Karen and Cathy, and we’ve decided to begin work on our new novels by finally taking the advice of all our writing teachers and our favorite authors. You know, the ones who tell you to “Write every day!”  Like these:


‘Write every day … with a pen that’s shaped like a candy cane.’

―David Sedaris

“I only write when I am inspired. Fortunately I am inspired at 9 o’clock every morning.”

―William Faulkner

“Being a writer is like having homework every night for the rest of your life.”

―Lawrence Kasdan

“If I waited till I felt like writing, I’d never write at all.”
―Anne Tyler
“In twenty years I’ve never had a day when I didn’t have to think about someone else’s needs. And this means the writing has to be fitted around it.”
–Alice Munro

Every day, every day, every day I write the book”

 ―Elvis Costello


With this in mind, we’re going to launch a simple and insane project:

We’re Going to Write Every Single Day.

For at Least 20 Minutes.

For One Year.

At least once a week we’ll blog about our progress—how we’re writing, where we’re writing, what obstacles presented themselves to try to keep us from writing (other people’s needs be damned!). We’ll offer up quotes, tips, links, prompts, and various inspirations to keep the words coming.

At the end of one year, we’ll see if we’ve accumulated anything, if we’ve gotten ourselves into a real writing habit, if we agree that this writing every day thing is, in fact, all it’s cracked up to be.

We know what you’re thinking. Well, we can guess. So we’ve created these nifty FAQs just for the occasion.

Q: Are you high?

A: Absolutely not. Not today, at least. We did cook this up one night when we were both swilling the sauce, but we’re still on board. And, for the most part, sober.

Q: But how are you going to accomplish anything in only 20 minutes a day?

A: You know how intimidating that jigsaw puzzle looks when you first dump out those thousand pieces and that weird puzzle dust is flying everywhere, and you think, this will never happen? But pretty soon the pieces come together don’t they? And if you only put in one piece a day, you’d still finish the damn thing in, um, a thousand days. Okay, that’s a long time.  But it would be finished.

Q: But what if I want to write MORE than 20 minutes?

A: Absolutely not. All writing must stop at exactly 20 minutes.


Of COURSE you can write longer. In fact, picture us cheering you on from the sidelines: “Go writer! Go writer!” We only stipulate that you write AT LEAST 20 minutes. What happens after that is your personal achievement. And, by the way, you’re welcome.

Q: What if you’re already in the middle of a writing project?

A: Great! Start anywhere, anytime. The goal is to make progress from whatever point you begin at.

Q: What if you’re just not feelin’ it every day?

A: Not to be rude, but just get over yourself. Books comes from work, not divine intervention. To quote Jack London, “Don’t loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club.” Inspiration will happen WHILE you’re working.

Q: But what about Christmas Day? You can’t write on Christmas Day!

In his lovely book On Writing, Stephen King tells of how he once lied to a reporter who asked him how often he wrote. King told the man he took Christmas Day off, because he didn’t want to seem like a writing-obsessed freak. But, he admits in his book, he does actually write on Christmas Day. And we can too! Hey, who doesn’t need an excuse to sneak away from the piles of wrapping and the children who’ve turned  from bleary-eyed little angels to sleep-deprived demons the minute that last ribbon came off? Retreat to a room–the bathroom if you have to–and write. Because it’s only 20 minutes!

Q: What if you have the flu?

A: Ask your hubby, your kids, a neighbor to deliver a laptop and Nyquil to your bed. Set a timer. If, in only 20 minutes you write a mere paragraph in between nose blowings, you can drift off into that Nyquil coma feeling at least a wee bit better. We promise.

Q: But life intrudes! What if the kids are whiney, the hubby is crazed, the wine bottle is empty?

A: Kids must be put to bed, along with hubby, and emergency wine run to 7-11 must be made. Even if you’re the only one up at midnight and your bed is screaming your name, come on, you can last until 12:20.

Q: Okay, but what if …

A: Enough already. We’ll talk more once we get started. Just remember that whatever you have to do to write despite, it can be done because…and here’s the beauty of it…



So join us.

Write along with your own work, draw inspiration, tell us how it’s going, bitch, compare notes.

And let’s see what we can do in 20/365.


Gather your ideas and your courage:


JANUARY 1, 2013!