(Pictured: Art collage by Kathy Cano-Murillo)
Today I wrapped up a three-week art-making marathon. Eight paintings, 12 fabric collage purses, 18 wood crosses, 150 magnets, and dozens of pieces of jewelry and collages. And a gob of other things I can’t think of right now!
I’m done with art! (At least for a while)
This week I’ll be in Fresno at the iLoveToCreate headquarters where we will work on the next phase of the Crafty Chica product line. (Exciting info to come!) That’s during the day. By night, I will transform into a novel outlining machine. I have an overview, but I plan to gather as many plot puzzle pieces – starting as soon as I get to the airport. I make the most of every pocket of time and put them to good use.
Sunday is the first day of National Novel Writing Month and I plan to participate. That’s how I wrote my first novel, and the timing is perfect for my second – so I’m going for it again. I’m a little worried about this second book. Wait…worried isn’t the word.
Curious. I’m curious about it. The motivational factors are different now. I wrote Waking Up in the Land of Glitter as a fluke, a way to burn off insecurities and nervous energy. Zero expectations involved. I wanted to know if I could finish 50,000 words by the deadline. I have this term I use to describe the energy behind Crafty Chica – “enthusiastic desperation”. Well, my fiction writing falls under that category too.
Writing is a hobby that doesn’t cost a penny. Just time and effort. It was my way of proving that no matter how sucky the current situation is, options and opportunities are always there!
Every night after pounding out 2,000 words, I plopped in my bed, said my prayers and then brainstormed the next night’s chapter. I kept a notebook on my nightstand to jot down ideas because I knew I’d forget them in the morning. I could not wait to get back on the keys. There were nights when the storylines flowed like water and I couldn’t type fast enough.
I thought about my characters’ plights it while driving to work, waiting in the lunch line, when I scrubbed the lasagna pan after dinner, in the shower waiting for my hair conditioner to work its magic. I kept a micro-notebook in my bra at all times and scribbled in it constantly. Little did I know 3/4ths of that effort (and three characters) would be scrapped by the final draft. Heck, little did I know the book would be published!
This time around, the pressure is ON. There is a new kind of fear. I’m under contract. I don’t have the luxury of sitting on my book for chunks of time, bouncing it off a monthly writers group or reworking it 25 times. My editor knows what I’m capable of and expects me to deliver ‘the wonderful’ on time.
That’s enough motivation for me! My manuscript is due in January. That means I have to 100% come correct.
*Cue party music here*
Tonight I’m looking for a new micro-notebook. I set my iPhone on my nightstand (voice recorder). I cleared out the useless tchotchkes from my brain. I’ve opened a kitschy cool bed and breakfast in there, dusted the furniture, and put fresh flowers to welcome these new fictional guests.
People, this chica is READY TO WRITE!
Peace, love, and glitter!