Author Melanie S. Hatter on Writing & Time

Melanie S. Hatter lives out east, and I imagine her smile lights up the city today the same way it did a tiny island last year when we met. Melanie and I both attended the 2013 Salt Cay Writers Retreat in the Bahamas, and one of my favorite photos from the entire week is one I took on the day before we all left for home.

Melanie & MeI’m grateful to have met Melanie and honored to host her on the blog. In her post, she talks about what I always brood over: time.

The Time to Write, Eventually

by Melanie S. Hatter

“I never put off till tomorrow what I can possibly do the day after.”
~ Oscar Wilde

When I changed careers a couple of years ago, my goal was to create a more balanced lifestyle that allowed me to work on my fiction writing. After 10+ years in corporate communications, I had burned out and decided it was time to make a complete change. So I waved goodbye to the corporate world and headed off to massage school.

Yes, massage school.

I wanted something completely different, something that would be fulfilling but still provide an income while I completed my second novel. (My first, The Color of My Soul, was recently released as an e-book.)

In the first few months after graduating from massage school, I worked at a nail spa that also offered massage. I started by giving free chair massages just to get clients familiar with me, and eventually I was paid for each massage I booked. I was required to be onsite every Saturday and most weekdays to sell massage to clients coming in for a manicure or pedicure.

Being a lousy salesperson, I mostly ran errands and generally played girl Friday, providing free labor for the spa’s owner. I grew frustrated that I was spending most of my time standing around a spa without getting paid when I could have been at home working on my novel. Though I was grateful for the experience, I started searching for a more lucrative job. Very quickly, I found a position as an independent contractor at a massage center where I only had to be there when scheduled to work on a client.

I slowly built a clientele and have been there now for almost two years. I achieved my goal in finding a regular income but also found a supportive work environment. I know my physical limitations and do massage on a part-time basis, so to supplement my income, I continue to do freelance writing, manuscript editing and attend the occasional book fair to sell my novel.

Without a doubt, I am living the life I had designed for myself: balancing writing with massage and continuing to pay my bills without the stress of a regular nine-to-five office job. That doesn’t mean I have no stress – being self-employed has its challenges (paying my own taxes and healthcare) but I love the freedom to create my own schedule.

That said, this lifestyle has not made the writing process any easier. I do have more time to write – I spend most mornings writing while working at the massage center in the afternoons and evenings three days a week and every other weekend. Now that I have the time I used to complain about not having, I still procrastinate. It’s an affliction most writers have. Just since starting this blog, I’ve put a load of clothes into the dryer, checked the freezer for what to cook for dinner, and folded sheets that have sat in the basket for more than a week.

One of the best methods to keep me on track was having a writing buddy. We would create a schedule each week for when to write – as much as two hours and as little as 15 minutes, depending on our schedules. We would call each other to begin then call again when the time was up to discuss what we had done. It was the best accountability and I credit this system for getting me to finish a first draft of my novel-in-progress. Unfortunately, my buddy switched jobs and, not having the same free time, has since left me to my own devices.

As a result, my attention to my novel has been a bit sketchy of late. I like to think that in my state of procrastination, my unconscious is mulling over a particular scene or formulating where the story must go next. Thinking is writing, I tell myself. It’s part of the process. And inspiration can come at any moment.

But while most writers are procrastinators at heart, we also have a resolve that keeps us pushing forward. There’s a determination inside me to get this book finished and see it blossom in the world. We possess willpower, quiet as it may be, to finish what we’ve started. We must keep sitting at the screen or staring at the notebook. We write because we must.

So, once I finish the laundry, load the dishwasher, check Facebook and catch up on episodes of “Criminal Minds,” I will open the laptop and write.

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Melanie S. HatterMe_0913 lives in the Washington, D.C. metro area. She has a background in newspaper journalism and corporate communications. She also is a licensed massage therapist and practices in Maryland.

Her novelette, “Taking the Shot,” was published in electronic format by Etopia Press, and her short stories have appeared in,  The Whistling Fire, The Lipstick Pages and Diverse Voices QuarterlyHer short story, “Obsessed with Claudia,” won the First Annual Romantic Tales Writing Contest.

Born and raised in Scotland, UK, Melanie is bi-racial (rumor has it there’s some Cherokee in the bloodline somewhere down the line) and is pleased that the US Census now allows individuals to identify as more than one race.

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COMS_1Check out Melanie’s website for more information on (and links to purchase) her novel, The Color of My Soul, and her novelette, Taking the Shot.

Naomi Elana Zener on Writing from Experience

We hear it all the time, write what you know. For today’s guest blogger, Naomi Elana Zener, this is a paramount step to beginning a story, but it isn’t the key to the end. 

Write from Experience

By Naomi Elana Zener

“Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.”
– Albert Einstein.

NEZ HEADSHOT (2014)I’m an attorney by training and trade, having studied in depth Trusts and Estates Law, but my practice has been focused on Entertainment Law. My debut novel, Deathbed Dime$, delves into the underbelly of the dark world of the greedy survivors, who’ve outlived their dearly departed “loved ones,” deciding want to do with what’s left in the corpse’s coffers, after all debts, taxes, and the funeral have been paid off. Greed, set against the backdrop of the glitz and glamour of Hollywood, are the hallmarks of the world in which Deathbed Dime$ is set.

The novel’s protagonist, Joely Zeller, is a young lawyer in her thirties, navigating the choppy waters running through the world of beneficiaries, hopeful, intended and otherwise, trying to get their hands on the deceased’s money, while trying to have a life herself. The themes of being a young woman trying to carve out a place for herself in the world, establish a successful career, find love and marriage, while maintaining a semblance of self, are all themes with which most women can identify. I would be lying if I said that these were not themes I’ve addressed, analyzed and grappled with in my own life.

Apart from the area of estate litigation and the fact that Zeller comes awfully close to reading as Zener, the similarities between the protagonist and myself end there. However, this is the entrée point into my personal belief as a writer that the best writing comes from writing what you know. Write from your soul. Mine your experiences. Open the floodgates and express yourself free from inhibition. In the end, editors are there to help you sort through the words to help you find the forest through the trees.

I started writing Deathbed Dime$ in 2009, as a bucket list item. After sharing it with a very close-knit group of people, which obviously included my parents and husband, all of whom gushed over my talent (very little of it existed in the first draft, I assure you), I decided that maybe writing was something I should pursue. My manuscript made many trips back and forth, to and from the proverbial shelf and desktop computer, before I finally decided to take it seriously and work on in it in earnest, when I went on maternity leave in 2011. Somehow, after my first child was born, a creative switch flipped on in my brain, and thankfully the writing has consistently poured out of me ever since. So much so that I started my satire blog, www.satiricalmama.com, which I fill with short stories intended to humour and spark discussion.

It is on my blog where I really expose myself, for I satirize everything taboo that we are raised never to discuss in mixed company: religion, politics, sex, money, and anything else that would light a fire under controversy’s proverbial tush. In my four-part series entitled “Scenes from a Marriage,” each one of those pieces came to me as a result of something that arose in my own happy marriage – not verbatim of course, but rather my husband would say something funny or irritating, or leave the toilet seat up, and inspiration would be triggered and I couldn’t stop myself from writing if I tried.

Kosher Pickles” was written as a reaction to a manifestly misogynistic religious dictate stating that in Judaism (for the record I’m a Jewish woman), a husband can take a ‘kosher concubine’ when his wife either cannot or refuses to procreate and will not grant him a divorce. The wheels churned in my mind about how would it feel for men if the shoe was on the other foot. Furthermore, I believed that it would be funny if I flipped the situation on its head by placing it in the context of speed dating for a ‘mancubine.’

Hell Hath No Fury” was inspired by my mother, who is a well-respected psychiatrist, and what would happen if Satan was undergoing analysis.

Guess Who’s Coming to Seder” was a spoof on the famed movie with a similar title starring Sidney Poitier and many a family’s struggle with interfaith marriage.

Last, my piece “What a Messiah You’ve Made” was roused by both going through my own birthing experiences and what would’ve happened if the alleged omnipotent one was not the only one to divinely touch Mary (she was married to Joseph after all).

At the end of the day, with everything I write, I take a piece of me and start from there, whether it be a personal belief, a reaction to something I’ve read or experienced, my family, the legal profession, or anything I read and how it makes me feel. My works are a combination of writing from what I know and have lived, and whatever happens to inspire me in a given moment. Then, like magic, my creative spirit embellishes upon that catalyst, spicing up the story with the right ingredients, allowing it to marinate long enough in my mind such that the words flow through my fingers and on to the screen (or page if I’m writing in my notebook, which is often the case with a first draft). I don’t know how to write any other way. The idea of not using my personal experiences doesn’t lend itself well to my being able to continue to write and entertain. So, here’s hoping that my life remains rich and colourful, rife with characters from all walks of life, which enrich my world, and most importantly, my imagination.

© 2014. Naomi Elana Zener. All Rights Reserved.

Naomi Elana Zener is a new writer with a fresh satirical voice. Naomi writes satire and fiction on her blog, Satirical Mama. Her vociferous blogging has been read and appreciated by industry bigwigs such as Giller Prize winner Dr. Vincent Lam and New York Times best-selling author and journalist Paula Froelich. Naomi’s articles have also been published by Erica Ehm’s Yummy Mummy Club. Naomi is also a practicing entertainment attorney and lives with her husband and two children in Toronto. She’s currently working on her sophomore novel.

About the book:

Deathbed Dime$ Final CoverDeathbed Dimes exposes the reality that if you can outlive your relatives, friends, and sometimes even strangers, your odds of hitting the inheritance jackpot are better than playing the lottery.

Joely Zeller is a beautiful and ambitious 32-year-old attorney who is the only daughter of a Hollywood firm royal. She’s determined to build a successful career, find love, and get married, all without her family’s help. To emerge from under her parents’ cloud of notoriety, Joely fled to New York upon graduation from Stanford Law School to practice Estates and Trust law at a blue-chip Wall Street law firm. Enduring 90-hour workweeks for the next eight years, she sacrificed her love life (jilted by her fiancé for his best man) only to have her career efforts foiled by her incredibly incompetent male counterpart.

Joely then sees her golden ticket to self-actualization. A serendipitous encounter with a former professor reminds her that with the impending, inevitable demise of aging baby boomers, an unprecedented wealth transfer is beginning to take place. With her experience and her Hollywood connections, she could start her own law firm back in Los Angeles. Alongside her two best friends and former law classmates as partners, Joely sets about helping the recently disowned, dispossessed, and penniless sharpen their claws as they stake their claims to the fortunes of their dearly departed.

CLICK HERE to purchase Deathbed Dimes.

Amy Shearn on The 5 Stages of Not Writing Your Novel

201304-orig-botw-shearn-284xfallAmy Shearn | @amyshearn is the author of two books, the most recent being The Mermaid of Brooklyn (which I read and loved!). She hosts Lit at Lark, a monthly reading series in Brooklyn, and she’s the mother of two. She does a ton more, which you can read in her bio below, but I tuned in on the mother writer bit. To live in Brooklyn is one thing; to be a writer in Brooklyn, watch out; to be a mother writer in Brooklyn? I want to know how she does it.

Turns out, she does it like the rest of us: sweat and tears and sometimes a little denial.  

The 5 Stages of Not Writing Your Novel

By Amy Shearn

I’ve always believed that if you want writing to get done, there is only one way to do it: ass in the chair. (Okay, well, Nora Roberts said that, but I share her workmanlike sensibility and admire her ability to curse with nonchalance.) So you get up every morning, whether you’re busy or not, and you write like a motherfucker. (Okay, well, Cheryl Strayed said that, but I covet her moxy and admire her ability to curse with nonchalance too.)

And yet for the past year – oh, it pains me to type that but it is really true, it’s really been a year since my last book came out, which was when I thought I would truly get to work on this new one – I have not, with any regularity, been working on my novel. And in this painful year, I have learned that there are, as with mourning, five stages of not writing a novel.

Stage One: Denial.

I’m not not writing the book. I am writing the novel, I’m just not writing. Everything is writing, right? Walking down the street and noticing the world is a kind of novel-writing, isn’t it? I mean, I don’t do that either, I check my phone and yell at my kids to not knock over old ladies on their scooters, but I think I used to look around and notice things, right? I started a Pinterest board one night after the kids went to bed, so that’s part of the creative process right? I have this awesome outline, and a bunch of notes and a handful of chapters, that means something! I’m essentially done! I’ll make another cup of coffee. That’s like a little mini novel!

Stage Two: Anger.

This is all my husband’s fault. Who does he think he is, going to work all day to support me and our children? That’s just rude! And when I need to start Chapter Six, or at least stare at the screen for 3 hours and try to remember what this novel was about! And why do these kids keep needing so much parenting all day? All day with the food and the attention and the irreplaceable magic of discovering the world and whatnot! And if one more writer friend posts a picture of a laptop indicating that she is writing right now, I’m going to punch her right in the glasses. It’s all America’s fault. People, stop watching the well-written television shows that give you so much pleasure and send me some money because I happen to enjoy crafting sentences about feelings! No one respects writers anymore, when in some vague imagined past I assume they did! And why didn’t my last novel sell enough to allow me to retire to a seaside home with a writing garret and a live-in au pair? What in the fucking fuck, actually?

Stage Three: Bargaining.

I just have to finish this essay and that listicle and this other side novel and one more short story and then this thing I’m writing right now about how I’m not writing this novel, and then I promise I will start working on the novel again. Yes I know that someone wise said you don’t step out of your life to do your work. So as soon as I get the apartment clean and get back on track with the green smoothies every day THEN I will be ready to get serious about writing this novel. Maybe if I post a picture of a laptop indicating that I am writing right now, the universe will get my message.

Stage Four: Depression.

Writing is stupid. Novels are stupid. What I have written of this novel so far, in addition to every other word I’ve ever written, including these words I’m typing right now, are really, really stupid. My brain is boring. It’s stupid in here. I feel hollow and stupid when I’m not writing fiction, or in the middle of a creative project. Oh, that’s why I started writing in the first place. I remember now. How stupid.

Stage Five: Acceptance.

Oh well, who cares. Not writing is actually pretty relaxing. It’s like I suddenly dropped a really hard AP class. I’m like a regular person now! I don’t have homework to do on nights and weekends, I can just chill out like regular people do! Hm! What do regular people do? Enjoy leisurely brunches and outings with their families on Saturdays? Watch well-written television programs on weeknights? Go to social thingies with friends? This is fun! No wonder regular people are so happy. Hey, that gives me an idea. Oh, that’s a good one. I have to write that down! Okay, let’s see, opening file: Novel Draft: Chapter Six. This feels great! Writing is totally fun! This novel is going to be terrific!

Repeat as necessary.

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AmyShearnAmy Shearn is the author of the novels The Mermaid of Brooklyn and How Far Is The Ocean from Here. Her writing has appeared in The New York Times, Poets & Writers, Real Simple, Martha Stewart Living, The Huffington Post, BuzzFeed, The L Magazine, The Millions, Five Chapters, Opium, Oprah.com, xojane.com, and elsewhere. She teaches writing in New York City and online, curates a monthly reading series called Lit at Lark , and occasionally updates her blog, Household Words. Amy lives in Brooklyn with her husband and two young children and one elderly dog. She is allegedly at work on another novel. Visit her at amyshearnwrites.com.