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The Diary of a Writer Girl



I originally created The Diary of a Writer Girl category to share with you my struggles in editing Natalie. Well, it’s been six months since I posted the last installment of Natalie and I’ve only gone back and reedited the first two chapters šŸ˜³

For my birthday, I asked for a proof of Natalie from a print-on-demand, self-publishing website, Createspace. It arrived in the mail on Saturday.

photo 1 (12)photo 2 (11)

I’ve already found a couple of mistakes. I flubbed the last sentence šŸ˜› Ā and somehow the Chapter Twelve title line ended up on the last page of chapter eleven even though I checked all the chapters before I submitted the forum. Submitting and formatting was rather easy…waiting was the hardest! The back cover is a little bit blurrier than it is in the picture (hard to believe!). It might just be the cover type I picked…I love the paper. It’s not printer paper. Its cream, book paper! šŸ˜€

I hope to post one day soon that I’ve approved Natalie: Volume I for publishing!

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The Diary of a Writer Girl



I can’t believe that I took off over a week from this blog! When I signed in, it was totally different! Ā My blog admin has changed and I barely know where anything is anymore šŸ˜¦ ! I guess that’s what I get for neglecting this blog.

I have some bad news. Episode I of my Crazy Life isĀ taking a short hiatusĀ until further notice. I’m takingĀ a short break from writing all day. I took a three-day weekend break, but IĀ think I might need a little bit more time.Ā I’m not going to say that I’m NOT going to write because in the middle of my break I may have a breakthrough, but I’m just going to (try) to forget about the bumps I’ve hit and enjoy my free summer days.

Lately, I haven’t been liking anything I’ve been writing. Even this blogĀ post is a struggle for me. For some reason, I’m stressed about everything I try to write. Currently, I have three novels in ‘main’ focus. Maybe, it’s a little much but I don’t want to give up on one of them andĀ I don’t want to have to resort to putting one or possiblyĀ two of them aside for now.

To tell you the truth, for this past week I’ve been focusing on my latest book idea (I came up with it on my three-day weekend break). Since Monday, I have only written thirty-two words for the novel,and I’m not even sure if I’m going to keep those words! Nothing is coming naturally to me. I have to put deep thought into every word. I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with putting deep thought into a story, but that’sĀ just not usually how my stories work. When I was writing Natalie, the words just spewed forth and I liked what I was writing. Maybe that’s because I was Natalie. Natalie reacted the same way I would if I was placed into those situations. In this book, I’m switching between two characters point of view. OneĀ of the characters is a girl and the other is a boy. I haven’t had a lot of practice doing that. The only time I’ve switched from a girl’s point of view to a boy’s point of view was when I was writing Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys mysteries! Maybe, I should go back to writing those for practice.

But what’s really been on my heart lately is giving to up all to the Lord. He’s the One thatĀ has given me the ability to write and He’s the One that puts the words in my heart. He knows the beginning from the end. SometimesĀ I’ll do something simple like put a piece of gum in my mouth and I’m instantly reminded that God knew I was going to do that! And then I sit in wonder for a couple of seconds.

I’ve gotta stop worrying if my books are ‘perfect’ or not and just trust that God’s got it.

I’ll sign off with these words from Matthew 6: 25-27: “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?