Ooh, I’ve got a hottie for you this week. Not only am I sharing my own little quirks for finding writing inspiration, I have drafted in more sassy writers from my sparkling new Facebook group Chick Lit and Prosecco, to share their precious secrets.
More about the group and these sizzling writers later, but if you haven’t joined the group yet, get on over there! We want you.
More About this Writing Inspiration
Aha, so writing inspiration; I had always assumed it was a given. But from hanging out in the virtual world of bloggers, I was surprised to learn this: there are two types of writer. The type that cannot stop thinking of ideas and will never have enough hours to write them all down. And the sort who live in a perpetual panic as to where the next snippet of writing inspiration is flipping well hiding.
Could there also be a hybrid? A being who bounces between the extremes, depending on what life throws at them? If you are one of these in-betweenies, please tell! Maybe this happy medium is in fact where sanity lies. Hmm, now there’s a thought…
Writing Inspiration – Too Much or Not Enough?
Anyway, I am of the too many ideas ilk. I’m bombarded by these little inklings day and night. I can scarcely take a peaceful shower without my muse jumping in with a back scrubber and shouting, “but what about this?” (Yes, bugger off, fella. You can see I haven’t brought my quill.)
And then there’s the sort who struggle for writing inspiration. They have deadlines lurking, but those words are often shirking. Ideas evade them, running for the hills like naughty badgers in the night. You may see these poor writers dancing through the streets with coloured nets, trying to catch their next whimsical notion before it bobs away on a breeze.
Chatting about chick lit. Sipping a nice glass of Prosecco. Hanging out with like-minded, bookish friends and adorable, witty writers. You may even be snuggled in your PJs, as you coo over Kinsella or have a craic about the latest Keyes.
Where is this fabled place, I hear you cry. Club Tropicana? Are the drinks really free? Tell me more!
It’s a brand new, sparkling Facebook group called Chick Lit and Prosecco. It’s for readers and writers of the genre to come together, share gossip, and have a whole lot of fun.
And what’s even better? If you’re in love with reading or writing chick lit, it will be bursting at the seams with your soul people.
The ones who get why you haven’t slept for days because you can’t put that fantastic book down. (But you don’t even want it to end! ) The ones who know the thrill of a book sale when you can’t stop stroking and snatching like a kid in a sweet shop. You need these books. You must have them all!
You may have caught my Mother’s Day post, in which I apologised to my mum for a lifetime of being a bit of a selfish toad. So staying topical, I have a Father’s Day poem for you. It is from my little boy to his Daddy. Yes, he’s very advanced for a toddler, don’t you think! It’s all his own work. (So excuse the formatting – he’s just a kid!)
I’ll let you into a little secret…. Now and again I forget to take my contraceptive pill, and all hell breaks loose. Suddenly I’m back Googling early signs of pregnancy like it’s 2014. Only this time it’s with a mild panic.
Don’t get me wrong, if we had an accidental pregnancy I’m sure we would welcome it with open arms. (Unexpected second child, if you’re reading this, Mummy and Daddy think you’re amazing! Thanks for rocking up.)
It’s just that I’m forty this year, it took us a very long time to have a successful pregnancy, and realistically my body doesn’t have a great track record at staying pregnant (you can read more about that here).