Monday Motivations

Monday Motivations; Knight of Cups

Help friends and welcome to another wolfish week of writing.

Friends, I am back after yet another unexpected week off thanks to yet another of my children coming down with appendicitis. For those keeping track at home, that’s two in two months.

Fortunately, everything went well and I am back to the grind. Best of all I was able to use some of the down time to at last finish the romance novella that had been giving me fits for the last five weeks. I’m hoping I can squeeze one last pitch in before the cut off but if not then that is a wrap on romance writing for the year.

Which puts me in the position to, for the first time in months, focus on my fantasy writing for a while.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t of two minds about this prospect. Romance writing is what helps pay the bills after all and with Christmas right around the corner, it sure would be nice to have some padding in the bank account.

On the other hand, fantasy is where my heart is at. I can scarcely pick up a book, watch a tv show or movie, or play a video game even tangentially related to a fantasy setting without getting inundated with dozens of new ideas for stories. So, having a few months break to really focus on a fantasy draft should be exciting.

If I can finish, that is.

Because that’s always the rub, isn’t it? I have too many ideas in my head to properly keep track of but not enough time, focus, energy, or some combination of the three to actually bring those ideas into existence.

So, while it sound like fun to take these next few months to blow off writing in the interest of recharging my batteries before romance pitching opens up again, I think it’s actually more important than ever to really focus on finishing up this cozy fantasy draft. At 900 words a day, less than the output I strive for when I’m under contract for my novellas, I can knock this sucker out by New Year’s. And wouldn’t that be something?


Until next time, friends!

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Monday Motivations

Monday Motivations; Two of Cups

Hello friends and welcome to another willful week of writing.

The last few weeks have been on the stressful side for me, but a reprieve at last approaches. Today is my last day writing for the marketing firm I’ve been freelancing with the last six weeks. I’ll be honest: I didn’t really care for the work and it definitely didn’t pay enough to be worth what I put into it, but I am glad I tried it. Now I know for sure it’s not for me. And I made a few bucks on the side.

With that behind me, I am feeling so light and free, and capable of anything. I mentioned a few weeks back that I felt like I had come to a turning point. It may have taken me a while to get back up to speed after making that turn, but with this unburdening coming after today, I am at last ready to go full throttle.

This confidence is due in large part to the mental labor (and it has been some serious labor) I have been putting into improve my perennial anxiety and relax frankly absurd expectations of myself. I am learning to accept that I cannot be the writer I want to be under present circumstances because I want to be a writer that stays at home and writes 12 books a year. I want to the kind of writer that has a podcast and a successful website where people congregate. I want to be the kind of writer that can subsist on creativity alone.

But, honestly, I haven’t done any of the work to earn that yet. As much as I want to be able to quit my job to write full time, I can’t. I have to put in the time and energy, blood, sweat, and tears, and a shit ton of hard work. And, yeah, sometimes it fucking feels like an oxymoron. How am I supposed to generate an income I can live off of by writing if I never have any time to write?

By paying my dues. And accepting that I’m never going to get anywhere if I keep spinning the wheels of anxiety against the mud of low self-esteem and sky-high expectations.

I’m a flawed writer. I hate drafting and I am always abandoning projects before they’re fully formed for the new shiny idea. If I don’t have a deadline, being productive feels like pulling teeth. I like talking about writing and listening to writers talk about writing sometimes more than actual writing.

I’ve spent the better part of the last five years fruitlessly trying to change all these things, and the only thing I’ve accomplished is a shit ton of disappointment and self-deprecation.

So, I’m abandoning the idea of change and embracing the concept of making my flaws work for me. Maybe, just maybe, if I spend the energy I’ve been wasting on trying to “fix” myself on more productive endeavors (like, you know, being creative), then perhaps I’ll finally see some movement in this long, arduous journey of becoming a full time writer.

And that’s my motivation this week.


I expect to have two drabbles for you tomorrow since I missed last week with all the stuff I had going on. Wednesday will mark (I hope) the first edition of WIP Wednesday, the new addition to my weekly blogging lineup, and Thursday I’ll be back again to talk about the last six months and how they’ve stacked up compared to the goals I laid out at the beginning of the year. Friday, I’m thinking of reviving Friday Feelings, and Saturday a new entry in The Ballad of Mercy May will go up.

If you think that’s a lot of blogging, it is. For whatever reason it helps me, and I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t.

Please look forward to it.

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Monday Motivations; Ten of Pentacles

Hello friends and welcome to another wily week of writing.

I’m off to a weird start this week, friends. I like to think of myself as a creature of habit (which is probably why I struggle so much to form new habits, but that’s neither here nor there), and I definitely function best with a routine. Monday mornings, in particular, I tend to think of as the foundation of my entire week and when something interferes with my regimen right off the bat, I get a little discombobulated.

Today, unfortunately, is one of those days. Or it would have been, if I hadn’t gotten a shock to the system.

I won’t go into the details as they are a little personal, but suffice it to say I realized that I really don’t have the luxury to let my whole week go because I had the poor foresight to schedule an appointment first thing Monday morning when I know I need those hours to mentally bolster myself for days to come. I don’t have the luxury of letting my delicate nerves (feeling very Mrs. Bennet now, yikes) and at times fragile mood dictate the importance of the tasks before me.

I don’t have the luxury of writing and working on a whim. I cannot, and must not, be a slave to the muse.

So, even though I feel like crap (allergies), and my usual morning routine is all out of whack, I am going to get myself on track. That’s my motivation this week.

Until next time!

Kerry Share

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The Quest to Be Prolific

Hello friends and welcome to another determined edition of Just Another Struggling Writer. I’m just another struggling writer.

Well, I did it. I submitted my resume. I applied for an editorial assistant position with a Big Name imprint at a Big Name publisher. I have absolutely no shot. But hitting send was huge for me. Not only did it represent a step I’d been too afraid for so long to take, it also helped clear my mind of some of the fog that had been clouding it of late. I’m not suggesting that by merely applying for a job I fixed my anxiety, but I did wake up this morning and I was able to tell myself to stop feeling embarrassed of myself. And that’s not nothing.

With my new found (relative) clarity of mind, I asked myself what I was going to do. The answer, of course, was write. But not just write. Not just work on my outline and do some (admittedly necessary) world building and call it a day. No.

I mentioned last week that my ultimate writing goal is not necessarily to be famous or rich or have a lot of fans even (though I wouldn’t say no two those). What I really want to be known for as a writer is writing a lot. I mean… a lot a lot. Millions of words. Dozens of books across several different series. I want to be always drafting or revising or editing or outlining my next idea. I want to be just as prolific as those writers you immediately think of when you see the word prolific.

Of course, to do that I have to increase my current word count by *checks math* a hell of a lot. Because I’m not likely to sell my first book, nor will it appear freshly drafted on my desktop through sheer willpower alone. And, as all writers know, writing is a lot easier said than done. There’s always some other obligation, some distraction, some random, unexplained, and totally uncalled for discombobulation in your brain chemistry that leaves you waylaid for days or weeks at a time.

There’s always self doubt. There’s always some secret part of you urging you to give up and go watch Netflix because that’s easier. But you can’t. Because the only way to become a writer is to write. The only way improve your craft is to keep writing. The only way to ever satisfy that itch inside you to tell stories is write until every last one of them are told.

And then you make up some new ones, and you write those too.


I’ve tended to look on my writing journey with disappointment. I haven’t come as far as I would have hoped by now, and that’s discouraging. But I’ve come to realize that is due in part to my habit of thinking much too far ahead. I’ve started a journey, but I’ve taken none of the steps. As with most things, I need to stop overthinking things, stop worrying about the future, stop trying to be perfect, and just… write.

Speaking of which, I better get to it. Until next time my friends, may your writing be plenty and your struggles be few.

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On a Personal Note

Hello friends and welcome to another aspirational edition of Just Another Struggling Writer. I’m just another struggling writer.

And I have been struggling of late. I’m pretty sure it’s the same old story: my brain chemistry acting funky again, and while that’s not very interesting to talk about, it’s a reality of my life that I resist coming to terms with. Suffice it to say, I have been waylaid by an unshakeable listlessness over the past week, an utter lack of desire or motivation to do anything with my precious time. Which is frustrating, because I very, very badly want to institute some changes to my life, via my routines and habits, but, for some reason, I just… can’t. It’s frankly horrible. Imagine knowing cerebrally that you have the strength and ability to accomplish your goals and dreams, yet not doing it anyway for reasons you don’t understand. Having immense power, yet feeling utterly powerless against a force you can’t see or name or even truly describe.

After sitting with these feelings the last four or five days, I’ve been able to come up with one just one answer to the question, “How do I do it when I feel like I can’t do it?”

And that’s to talk about it. Talk about how I’m feeling and talk about what I want to do once I’ve conquered the worst of it. So, I’ve done the first part. What about the second?


Scrolling idly through twitter yesterday, I stumbled upon a job posting for an editorial assistant with a famous imprint. It’s remote and requires no degree. I don’t make a lot of money in my current day job so the pay would actually be an increase. My first thought was that I am direly unqualified to work in publishing, having never set foot inside a college classroom before, despite the no degree required and the explicit encouragement from the poster that even those who don’t think they’re qualified should apply anyway. My second thought was, wasn’t I just sitting in the car three days ago thinking about how I wanted to give the publishing industry a go? My third thought was, I assumed I wasn’t qualified to write romance novellas but I applied anyway and I just turned in my seventh completed manuscript.

Lastly, I thought, I what’s the harm? The worst thing that could happen is they say sorry, but no. So, I’m going to do it. I’m going to dust off my resume and figure out how to write a cover letter and I’m going to go for it.

But that’s not the only thing I’m going to do. About a month ago, on a whim, I applied to the local community college. I went through a few of the steps to proceed with admission and then I stopped and wondered to myself what the hell was I doing? I’m almost 34 and the only thing I can imagine studying would be writing, and I obviously don’t need a degree to do that. So, what would be the point of spending my limited financial and time resources on classes that probably won’t do me any good?

It’s those sorts of thoughts that deterred me from going to college in the first place. The thing is though, I’m not twenty anymore and I’m frankly sort of tired of being stuck in an outdated way of thinking. The point of taking classes right now isn’t necessarily to further my career (lol what career) and make more money, but to enrich myself, which is something I do want. So I’m going to do that too. I’m gonna finish the enrollment process and get started on learning.


And all of this sounds awesome, and, yeah, it is, but working in publishing and getting a degree, while both certainly achievable and worthy goals in their own right, are not exactly what I want to do. What I want to is write. I want to write a lot. I want to have millions of words and dozens of books to my name. I want to be a writer not just in aspiration or on a technicality, but in a sustainable, life-long career sort of way.

The great news is I don’t need to apply, or pay tuition, or count on the grace of good fortune to do any of that. I just need willpower and a little bit (or maybe a lot) of time. Ironically, the time is the easy part. The will… that’s what I’ve been struggling to find.

I’ll keep searching for it. And I’ll keep trudging along in the meantime, writing what I can when I can.

Until next time, friends, may your writing be plenty and your struggles be few.

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Monday Motivations; Six of Cups

Hello friends and welcome to another wordless week of writing.

Last week I was ripe to bursting with motivation. I had more energy and passion for my creative endeavors than I rightly knew what to do with. Sadly, I don’t think I lived up to it.

I was brooding over this fact in my car this morning when two words drifted out of the podcast I wasn’t really listening to and settled somewhere deep in my brain.

Be tenacious.

Giving up is easy. God, is it easy, and I should know because I have done it plenty of times. Sticking with it despite the difficulties, internal and external, now that’s a whole other kettle of fish.

Be tenacious. Defy what my anxiety brain insists is true about myself. Keep trying. What do I have to lose?

However, that was not the only advice the universe had for me. The second part came with my tarot draw.

Find joy.

Because what is the point of working this hard if I don’t love it? If there isn’t some sense of enjoyment in what I do? Why look for reasons to be miserable and disappointed in myself, when I can be having fun?

It sounds so simple, and maybe it is. I’ll just have to find out.

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Monday Motivations; Queen of Wands

Hello friends and welcome to another woeful week of writing.

As regular readers may have noticed, I’ve been a tad absent of late, and as regular readers might surmise, that absence is due in large part to the first depressive episode since starting my anti-depressant showing it’s ugly face.

I won’t harp on it too long since there is no new ground to tread, but I continue to be so, so grateful to those who have and still stick by me even when I am at my lowest. If that includes you, dear reader, your energy is not missed and is deeply felt and appreciated.

The good news is I’m starting to come around again, and not a moment too soon because after a three month hiatus, I finally have a freelance contract and accompanying manuscript to work on again. Though I still have to fight off all the normal gremlins that come with starting a new project (why are beginnings so haaaard), my mood noticeably improved the other day when I opened my laptop and started a new Scrivener doc. Which is odd because historically writing when I’m depressed doesn’t go very well and tends to bring me down even lower.

And yet despite having an incredibly stressful year in 2021 with difficulties in my day job and as a parent, I still managed to turn in six novellas last year. Wilder still is that every single one of them was on time. While I can easily say I was depressed the majority of the year, I still got my work done.

It makes me wonder sometimes if my path to being published is not meant to take the “bang my head against an idea or three until a good enough manuscript falls out to edit and query and get rejected and try again until the right one lands an agent” route.

I like to think I write really well to spec, and while I wouldn’t say I thrive on a deadline, I’m certainly very comfortable writing with a due date in mind (and actually meeting it). While my personal projects languish in first draft — or even worse, worldbuilding — hell because I have no outside pressure to stimulate me, my freelancing projects have never been late nor been so bad as to be unpublishable.

Is there a place for someone like me in the writing world? Well, duh, of course there is. That’s why I have this freelancing gig in the first place. But beyond that there are ghost writers and those who write for IP. It’s not really a matter if the kind of writer I apparently am has a space in publishing and literature, the real question is am I comfortable occupying it? Do I have the fortitude to accept that perhaps that writing my original ideas is not the path I was meant to take?

I don’t know. Obviously, this isn’t an either/or situation. There’s nothing stopping me from doing both, except, well, me. And the confines of time stubbornly refusing to accommodate how much work is physically and mentally possible during the day. But I digress.

It’s just something else to think about. In the short term, I’m going to keep freelancing and squeezing in the personal work where I can. At least that way I can be sure I’m always moving forward.

And that’s my motivation this week.

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Monday Motivations; Ace of Pentacles

Hello friends and welcome to another wacky week of writing.

I am slow to change. I have always known that to be true. My longstanding anxiety and depression has more often than not driven me to find comfort in old, familiar habits, even the ones that are terrible for my long term well being.

Last night I realized that this extremely busy period at my day job is not likely to dissipate any time soon. In fact, between the labor shortage and the natural uptick in business my firm has seen over the last two years, things are probably only going to get worse.

The truth of the matter is I’ve been waiting for things to “go back to normal” before launching any long term ambitions. Oh, sure, I’ve paid lip service to getting back into my writing habit, and I definitely took a major leap last year when I fell into my freelancing gig. But, if I’m being honest, I unintentionally cornered myself into a holding pattern these last twelve months, by waiting for a moment in time that will likely never come.

I’ve been stuck in a state of inertia, but last night’s realization forced me to ask myself whether I would actually be happy if things went back to the way they were.

And the answer is no. I don’t want to go back. I want to move forward. And that’s this week’s motivation.

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Monday Motivations; Five of Swords

Hello friends and welcome to another wonderful week of writing.

January was… not great for me. I’m a firm believer in the old adage that bad things happen in threes, and that bore out over the first month of this new year. Starting with the theft of my purse, then my partner and I catching Covid, and rounding out with the worst (and most persistent) toothache I’ve ever had in my life that had me chugging ibuprofen just to get through the day every day for a week.

Suffice it to say, January was a test of my mental fortitude and while I am pleased to have made it out somewhat sane, my productivity suffered. To put it mildly.

Even February is getting off to a slow start, with another icy winter storm trapping me at home with three cabinfeverish children to keep entertained for four days straight (I never thought I would say I was ready to go back to work, but here we are…).

But in the end, all of these things are just excuses. Good ones perhaps, understandable even, but excuses nonetheless. And there will — there must — come a time where I have to own up to the fact that I and I alone am responsible for getting my writing and associated tasks done.

That’s not the depression monster bringing me down, that’s just the plain truth. And with the pitch deadline coming up this week, signaling the end of my vacation from freelance work, excuses — no matter how reasonable — just aren’t going to cut it anymore.

I feel like a broken record saying this (and I can’t imagine what it must be like to hear me say it), but here we are.

So. In the interest of public shame motivating me to actually get my shit done, here are the do or die tasks for the week:

  1. Submit my first pitch of 2022
  2. Blog on Thursday
  3. Finish A Court of Thorns and Roses (that’s right, I said finish)
  4. Workshop and submit my second pitch

Time to get after it.

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Monday Motivations; Pedal to the Metal

Friends, it’s been a weird seven days. After a successful Monday of writing, I proceeded to go on a five day anti-creative skid during which even thinking about writing made me want to crawl under the covers and hide.

Fortunately, the brain fog eventually lifted and yesterday I managed to put together one of my most productive days as a working writer/mom/person who needs to relax some of the time.

Today I woke up and there was still more to do. Over the weekend I got back not one but TWO projects for editing, to say nothing of the edits my current manuscript needs, I’m still two days behind in my word count, and November is just one short week away.

In short, I got shit to do.

And, truth be told, I thought I would be overwhelmed. But, honestly, it felt kind of… inspiring to be this busy. Like, this is what it means to be a working writer. And maybe it’s just because I woke up with the right brain chemistry today, but instead of feeling disillusioned, I felt… grateful. Grateful to have this opportunity and grateful that I’m in a position to utilize it when so many others are not.

So, I’m going to tackle those edits and I’m gonna write some more words, and you know what? I might even pitch an article (gulp). Because I’m a writer and that’s what I do.

Until next time, friends.

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