Buffalo Gal

For half of my career I wrote news (which still, in most circles, is produced as non-fiction). I won awards instead of livable paychecks, but it perversely underlined the romance of not selling out.
The intersection between nobility and single parenthood is not a large one. For the rest of my career, I specialized in the weaseled words of marketing and public relations.
At which was I better? I don't ever want to know.
These days I'm still getting comfortable in the cloak of fiction writing. The fear of treading new waters after so many years in familiar pools, as well as the lack of firm deadlines have made me ... shall we say "less productive."
A few months ago I was offered the chance to jump back into familiar waters and assist on a non-fiction book that is currently overtaking my office and my mind. The project is solid, as are the people behind it. It's a great opportunity for all involved.
Following the example discussed by Robert Parker at a recent conference, I planned to work the day on the real world project and escape the evenings into the world of the overdue novel.
Unfortunately, it seems I'm missing the switch. It's like those cartoon train wrecks with the collision of two speeding engines avoidable only by the hero hitting the switch and diverting one train just in time.
I'm not getting to the switch in time and the mental carnage is apparent in the novel.
It's not a surprise to find out I don't have Parker's discipline and facility. But apparently my husband is right, I HAVE a one-track mind.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-04-19 8:25 AM Genre whiplash For half of my career I wrote news (which still, in most circles, is produced as non-fiction). I won awards instead of livable paychecks, but it perversely underlined the romance of not selling out. The intersection between nobility and single parenthood is not a large one. For the rest of my career, I specialized in the weaseled words of marketing and public relations. At which was I better? I don't ever want to know. These days I'm still getting comfortable in the cloak of fiction writing. The fear of treading new waters after so many years in familiar pools, as well as the lack of firm deadlines have made me ... shall we say "less productive." A few months ago I was offered the chance to jump back into familiar waters and assist on a non-fiction book that is currently overtaking my office and my mind. The project is solid, as are the people behind it. It's a great opportunity for all involved. Following the example discussed by Robert Parker at a recent conference, I planned to work the day on the real world project and escape the evenings into the world of the overdue novel. Unfortunately, it seems I'm missing the switch. It's like those cartoon train wrecks with the collision of two speeding engines avoidable only by the hero hitting the switch and diverting one train just in time. I'm not getting to the switch in time and the mental carnage is apparent in the novel. It's not a surprise to find out I don't have Parker's discipline and facility. But apparently my husband is right, I HAVE a one-track mind. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top