Wednesday, December 26, 2018

2018 Reading Challenge: The Stats

I read 38 books this year and as per blog tradition--and frankly, the entire reason I keep track of my reading habits at all--is so I can do stats at the end of the year!

So first, from Goodreads:

I read 3 more books compared to 2017 and 1339 more pages this year than last.

Of 38 total books:

25 were fiction (65.79%)

Of the 25 fiction:

8 were contemporary romance
2 were historical romance
2 were historical steampunk romance
2 were historical/contemporary time slip novels
1 was alternative historical fiction
4 were fantasy; two of these were supernatural
3 were children's novels
1 was an epistolary novel
1 was literary historical fiction
1 was contemporary fiction
1 was contemporary women's fiction

Of the not fiction (34.21%):

1 was a cookbook
2 were travel memoirs
1 was about the creation of Hamilton the musical
1 was a short poetry book
4 were history
1 was a psychology book about introverts
1 was a human sexuality book about asexuality
1 autobiography
1 was a collection of short vignettes and short stories of awesome women

Of the total 38:

28 were written solely by women (73.38%)

2 were co-written by women with men

7 were written solely by men

1 was written by a man all about women

Out of 38 books:

19 were written by authors of color (50%)

20 books starred a non-white protagonist or main subject or were set in places other than Europe or North America

Saturday, December 22, 2018

Monday, December 10, 2018

Where's My Writing Been This Year?

So recently, I read a post by a writing acquaintance. She was a self-published author but she's one of the few self-published authors who got picked up by a publisher and now her series is being reissued in trade. She was talking about how she couldn't keep up with the quick release dates necessary for self-publishing success and how having a publisher means more distribution for her work. Which is great! I'm so happy for her!

But it made me think about what and where I've been with my writing, because if I thought I was unfocused last year, then this year's been worse. Granted, until I quit one of my jobs in September, I was exhausted and working bizarre hours and stressed out and depressed, which is not a good recipe for being creative, at least for me.

I've written and finished two short stories this year--one is in my files, waiting for a home, and the other entered into a contest. I'm tinkering with a third short story. I have the half-written, half-organized creative non-fiction project on my computer, though I'm not sure if I'll ever go back to that. I have the beginnings of a contemporary romance, one of my Broadway romance stories. I have plot bunnies.

I'm...not terribly interested in actually writing any of them, though. And that's fine. Writers go through cycles and phases and inspiration and wanting to hibernate and read rather than write. Maybe it's time to fill the inspiration cup rather than piece it together in a creative piece.

I've had the inkling for a few years now that as much as I dream of being a full-time author, I'm probably not actually cut out for that, at least not now. I've enjoyed self-publishing the little bit that I've done, but I'm a slow writer even when the writing's flowing, so "success"--whatever your definition of that is--is unlikely to catch me as a self-published author. And whatever, that's fine. I'll be thrilled when I actually finish an entire novel and self-publish that dang thing.

But I can't write and release a book every three months. And though I'd LOVE to be agented and published by a publisher, that's a fucking crapshoot and it comes with its own set of pressures and expectations.

So as usual, here I am going against received writing wisdom: I'm not writing everyday, I'm writing when I feel inspired to. I'm not writing for a daily word count or daily page count or writing for a specified amount of time each other; I'm writing for as long as I feel like writing, pausing and changing and mulling over where the characters can and should go next in their story. I'm trying not to obsess over story structure or the plot too much and just letting the characters lead me around their world. Because getting back to the basics of "I'm creating this character and they're doing things in a world I'm making up and omg, wouldn't that be cool if I wrote that into this story" is the magical bean of storywriting.

And maybe that sounds like creative writing is more of a hobby at the moment than a "serious" attempt at crafting a fictional story, but if that's what it is and that's what I can manage right now, then so be it.

Millennials are known for monetizing every hobby and interest we have because we've come of age in this recession-induced gig economy. I will finish a longer piece of writing that I'm mildly satisfied with again, at some point. And I'll probably decide to self-publish it because I'm impatient and the publishing industry takes too damn long. And maybe some people will buy it and review it and tell their friends. That'd be cool.

I mean, it'd also be cool if a few hundred people bought it and liked it and reviewed it and then told a few hundred of their friends and so on...

So clearly, my thoughts of world domination via story aren't completely gone :-)

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

IWSG December

It's the first Wednesday of December and time for the last IWSG post of the year 2018! The Insecure Writer's Support Groups posts of their writerly insecurities every first Wednesday of the month, founded by Alex J. Cavanagh. Check out the group here. 

This month's IWSG question is fun:

What are five objects we'd find in your writing space?

1. My laptop

Also the instrument of my greatest distractions, my laptop is where I write in spurts.

2. Notebooks

I like to jot down my story ideas by hand on paper, so I have notebooks for separate story ideas and a small one for carrying around with me and jotting down ideas on the go. They live on my nightstand, right beside the recliner in which I perch.

3. Mug

Usually filled with either tea or water.

4. Books

Said recliner is wedged next to a bookshelf, where my ever-expanding book collection is. I don't re-read my books as much as I used to, but they are shelved right next to me and I can grab one quickly if I need to look something up.

5. Lin-Manuel Miranda candle

On my desk, less than a foot away from my recliner, there's a lot of junk. But the Lin-Manuel Miranda candle is not junk, though I've never lit it. A friend bought it. I look at my Lin candle and and remember how much writing he gets done. My life is significantly less chaotic that his, so I can very well not play CandyCrush this one time and get some writing down.