I’m writing this blog Saturday night, in San Jose (two hours from home) because my oldest daughter has a weekend-long volleyball tournament.
They played six matches today (lost four, won two) and will be playing a minimum of four tomorrow. The team is new–most of the girls haven’t played together before, but by the end of today they seemed to have developed a rhythm and camaraderie that was lacking at the beginning. Tomorrow should be a lot of fun for all of us.
We got back from dinner with the team at eight, and I knew I needed to write this blog. So now I’m sitting at the computer and have no idea what to write about.
I wrote five original blogs and answered two interviews for my January blog tour to promote LOVE ME TO DEATH. I’m kind if empty on the blog ideas.
Should I talk about my digital-only novella, LOVE IS MURDER, that was released last week? No, too self-promo.
When I’m stuck at home, I look at my book shelves. Just look at them, remember the books I’ve read and what I liked and disliked about them; books I haven’t read and why. I look at my desk and see work or a drawing from one of my kids. I skim through my iTunes thinking about music or the television shows I recently watched.
Should I talk about my two new favorite crime shows, DARK BLUE and DETROIT 187? Hmm–no, because I vaguely remember that Brett . . . or someone else . . . recently blogged about t.v., which was the reason I downloaded DETROIT 187 in the first place. I don’t know if I should kiss or curse whoever told me it was a must watch show. Fabulous.
Or, maybe I could talk about research . . . the research for my current WIP, Lucy Kincaid #3 IF I SHOULD DIE, or that I’m participating in another SWAT training session . . . I don’t know yet whether I’ll be a victim or a suspect! That’s in March. I’ve blogged a lot about research, so I’m kind of burned out on the subject. (But I will blog about SWAT after the exercises!)
The big problem? I’m not at home. I can’t just look around my office or go into the house and pour a margarita or pull a book off the shelf to jump start the muse into inspiring me.
So I asked Twitter.
One problem with Twitter is that first, I have just less than 2000 followers. Second, it’s after 9 p.m. on a Saturday night and I’ve learned that Tweets slow down at night and on the weekends. Hmm . . . does that tell me people Tweet at work? No! Can’t be! Or maybe people have lives outside the Internet? Really?
In the twenty minutes since I posted my plea for a blog idea, I’ve had four:
@jennspiller suggests death by volleyball.
* Does this mean I’m suppose to write a short story about a murder at a volleyball tournament? Who’s the victim? Why? Where? How? With the net? Strangled? Even a short story would take a couple thousand words. Next?
@kendraelliott says “I don’t know how you write so many blogs. And you always keep them fresh.”
* Thanks, Kendra. I really needed that pressure tonight.
@APMonkey suggested “How you balance the toughness of your female leads with their femininity?”
* I do? Really? Wow! Great news. I’ll go ask my characters and get back to you.
@rrsmythe wrote: “how about…how writers pick their genre…or does it pick them based on their personalities…;)”
* Is that a loaded question or what? But I think I can answer it fairly quick. I don’t think personality has much to do what writers write. I don’t think romance writers are naturally more romantic, or mystery writers naturally better at solving puzzles. I think genre comes partly from voice, partly from personal interest, and partly from talent–i.e. what they’re good at.
Because if my personality shaped my genre, I must be a very curious, very odd, very morbid person. (As well as cynical and hopeful a the same time, which is just too much like a split personality.)
So thank you Tweetheads for helping me tonight. I now have over seven hundred fifty words about nothing. I would be upset, but Seinfeld–the show about nothing–seemed to do pretty well for many years.
Sometimes, ideas just pop into my head and I barely have to think before I write; other times, the ideas take longer to percolate. Both for blogs, and books.
Since I don’t have any good questions for you all, why don’t you ask me something? Or maybe something you’d like me to write about in the future? I’ll have my iPad courtside during the volleyball tournament ready to answer. And, if you’re stuck like me, go out and have a great day.