Monday Motivations; Eight of Wands

Hello friends and welcome to another wiry week of writing.

If you called on me every Monday to name a theme for my upcoming week, this time it would definitely be trimming the fat.

After what felt like eons with nothing to do, the freelance work has definitely picked up and suddenly I’m awash in assignments. It’s all a little bit daunting if I’m being totally honest. How am I supposed to squeeze in all this extra work around… all the other work. (Also I literally signed up for this; what was I thinking?)

For a good while now, probably the last 12 or 14 months even, I’ve been wanting, yet struggling, to finally let go of, well, time wasting activities. A lot of it is social media. Twitter, Reddit (the AITA page is a particular productivity suck), the usual. I also have the bad habit of coming home and throwing myself on my bed and not moving again until the alarm goes off the next morning.

Which is fine every once in a while. But it’s not really a sustainable way of life for a wannabe working writer.

I know this. I’ve known this, yet kicking the bad habit has been, up to this point, impossible. That’s because when it comes to self motivation, I’m as weak-willed as my 11 year old son in his first year staying home after school standing in front of a stocked pantry with no adults around to tell him to have a cup of applesauce for snack rather than five bags of goldfish and half a gallon of chocolate milk.

But! I am very, very motivated by outside expectations. Give me a deadline and I’ll work breakneck to meet it, even if that means giving up some of my precious doing-absolutely-nothing time.

So, yeah, maybe this influx of work is a little overwhelming. For the moment. But I don’t think it’s outside my capabilities. I just need to trim a little fat in my time budget. And that’s my motivation this week.

Until next time friends.

Kerry Share

Monday Motivations; The Magician

Hello friends and welcome to another wishful week of writing.

I’ll be real honest friends. I was not feeling it this morning. It’s been a discouraging couple of weeks. My freelance endeavors are stalling, my personal writing has been sluggish and uninspired, and I’ve just had a sense of malaise settle over me that has been difficult to shake.

I keep trying to console (and cajole) myself out of this slump but it feels like my self-motivations have increasingly diminishing returns. That culminated this morning in a point blank refusal to accept any platitudes or promises that I’ll eventually crawl out of this slump.

Now, normally a mood like that would call for a mental health / self-care / don’t think at all about writing day, but honestly I think that would just make things worse. I want to be writing and working right now. But I can’t force it to come. Or can I?

I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of a “writers block isn’t real” debate and I don’t know which side is right. Do I allow myself a guilt free moment of respite or do I push through the mental barriers?

And that’s where I’m stuck. There is no motivation this week. Just a lot of conflicting advice.

Until next time my friends.

Kerry Share

The Itch

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

Friends, I’m in a bit of a lull writing-wise right now. Yes, I know, I just talked last week (actually two weeks ago oops) about how my goal is to be prolific and I need to be writing an effing lot if I want to get there, and I still want that. In fact that’s one half of my problem this week. 

I’m itchy, friends. I want to write. I want to be elbows deep in a draft or revisions. I want to feel the ideas radiating off the inside of my skull and through my fingertips. I want the joy of that moment when things finally click together, and I even want the agony of being stuck. I want the thrill of a deadline and the rush of a submission going out.

Trouble is, I’m between projects at the moment. I submitted two pitches on Friday and have yet to hear whether either of them have been accepted. I’ve also been sort of at odds with my current personal project, Seekers of Empyrean. I ran into a mental block mid-outline so I decided to start drafting a few scenes to see if any ideas shake out for later down the line. So while, yes, I do have a draft I’m writing, I’m taking things deliberately slow. I do not like operating without my outline, but just sitting on my hands waiting for the aha moment wasn’t helping my anxiety, so here I am.  

However, being without paid writing work for the moment isn’t the sole reason for my itchiness. I was rejected for the editorial assistant position I applied for last week and while I was pretty confident that would be the outcome (and definitely understand/have no ill will about it), the denial has left me a little out of sorts. Again, not because I expected any different, but because for a moment I imagined what It would be like to be doing words for a living. I want it. I really want it. I mean, I’ve always known that quitting my job and being a full time writer was my end game, but the editorial assistant job posting helped me realize that there’s more than one way to reach that goal. In fact, there’s myriad.

So, I hopped on google this morning and looked at more open positions in publishing. Dissatisfied with the results, I broadened my search to freelance writing in general. I found a few postings, and I applied for them. Because I was serious when I said I want to be prolific, but what I probably should have said was I need to be. 

Without writing I would just itch until I wore myself down to my bones. 


Some blog news: I reached 100 followers! I still can’t believe it. Thanks to everyone who has put their eyes on my posts, gave me encouragement along the way either through I simple like or a comment here or there. I’m planning a major essay to celebrate. Please look forward to it. 


That’s all from me this week. Until next time, my friends, may your writing be plenty and your struggles be few. 

Kerry Share

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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

Monday Motivations; Queen of Pentacles

Hello friends and welcome to another wild weekend of writing.

I decided almost as soon as I sat down at my desk this morning that the word (and mood) of the day would be: proactionary. I have no clue if that even is a real word, but the idea is the opposite reactionary.

With as hectic as my life has been these last few weeks/month (what year is it again?) I feel like I’ve spent a lot of time on my back foot. I’ve heard many people thrive in such chaotic environments, and while I am proud of myself for keeping my head above water, I’m ready to lean forward now. To stop reacting what life has been throwing at me and start tackling things my way.

What does that mean? What is “my way” anyway? I’d be lying if I said I really knew, though I do have some ideas.

Firstly, I’m going to stop waiting for opportunities to fall in my lap and start creating my own. The freelancing gig I landed last year I stumbled across purely by luck, and I honestly think that spoiled me a bit. It’s not always going to happen that way and it’s high time I remember that. If that means swallowing my irrational anxiety about Patreon and selling my own e-books, then that’s what I’m going to do.

In a similar fashion, I’m giving up on the “slave to the muse” lifestyle, especially since mine likes to take long, extended vacations when it is least convenient. For too long I have waited until inspiration struck (or NaNoWriMo rolled around) to buckle down and bang out a draft, and, as a rather unsurprising result, I haven’t written many books. It’s time to take a proactionary approach and, hopefully, finally break out of the cycle.

Lastly, I’m through with excuses. I’m always finding a reason to abandon my carefully laid productivity plan for the day. Sometimes those reasons are good, like my child had a difficult day and needed to be consoled. Sometimes, they are dubious, like I had a tough day at work and deserve an evening free of obligations to recuperate. Sometimes, they are downright bad, like I forgot or just didn’t feel up to it.

Take this blog post, for example. I usually write them Monday mornings. But today, there was just so much going on that I could only write one sentence at a time before being pulled away to something else. Then, after I got home, there was a bad storm that kept me distracted. Then, once the kids were all in bed, I opened my phone and saw the half written post still waiting to be finished. I thought… does it really matter? Is it really important for me to write and post this blog today? What would I really be sacrificing if I skipped out?

Only the chance to flex my willpower. To keep a promise made to no one but myself. To take another step in the formulation of a habit. To stop accepting such flimsy excuses as acceptable. So, here I am, at almost nine o’ clock, writing out a blog post that wasn’t supposed to be that deep but took a surprising look into my mental health.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t imagine that changing my entire mental outlook on work and opportunity will be something I can do simply because I made up a word and wrote a blog about it. It will be hard and it there will be failures. But every challenge, every stumble, will only be proof that I took a step forward.

And that’s my motivation this week.

Kerry Share

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Monday Motivations; Two of Cups

Hello friends and welcome to another wicked week of writing.

Friends, readers, spam bots. It is a no-bones day. I barely had enough motivation to get out of bed this morning, I haven’t the faintest idea where I’m supposed to find more in order to write. And if I hadn’t taken off most of last week to account for parenting obligations and the resulting strain on my bandwidth, I’d probably give myself a break.

But I can’t. And life is just like that sometimes. It can be overwhelming and back breaking, and you just want to crawl under the covers and wait til it all goes away, but no matter how long you wait the work will still be there.

This all sounds very doom and gloom, but in its own way it’s kind of comforting. The world keeps turning. It didn’t end because I woke up feeling like jelly. And having obligations to meet doesn’t mean abandoning leisure or self care. In fact, by getting my work done today I’m not putting an undue burden on the Kerry of tomorrow. Or the Kerry of the day before this manuscript is due.

So that’s my motivation today. Wish me luck.

Kerry Share

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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; Two of Swords

Hello friends and welcome to another weird and wonderful week of writing!

On Friday, the holding pattern I’ve been in with my freelancing came to an end as the new pitch guidelines for the first quarter of 2022 came out. I had been anxiously waiting for that email for over a month, but as I reviewed the new guidelines my heart sank a little. What my publisher was asking for… well, it was all just a bit outside my comfort zone writing wise.

I confess, I went to bed discouraged.

But then I woke up and said to myself, “screw that.”

This is going to sound crass, but to be perfectly honest I didn’t apply for this freelancing work to write strictly what I wanted. No, I signed up so I could make money off my writing. That’s it. I needed cash and the opportunity was there. Was I a romance author before I landed this gig? Hell no. But that’s what the market (and my publisher) wanted and so, to earn some money when I was in a dire financial pinch, I became one.

Now, it turns out I love the work and find the experience in and of itself just as valuable as the money I’m making, but point is this job has been stretching my limits since day one. To hang my head and wonder if I’m able to step up to this new challenge goes against everything I’ve learned about myself this last year.

So, if keeping my freelancing gig means learning how to write steamier, cliche-ier romances? So be it. I’m gonna do it. If my imprint wants cozy mysteries, guess what conventions I’m going to be studying up on? Because, for me, this opportunity has shown me what I am capable of and it sure as hell doesn’t stop at writing fantasy whenever I feel up to it.

Sometimes writing is a business and dammit do I love my job.

Kerry Share

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So, You Want to Write An Urban Fantasy

Hello friends and welcome to a fantasy-writer problem oriented edition of Just Another Struggling Writer. I’m just another struggling writer.

Well, everyone, it finally happened. After 22 months of diligent, tedious, downright miraculous pandemic-dodging (considering both my partner and I both worked in office throughout it all, and my kids were in on campus school), the old ‘rona got me. My partner started feeling ill last week, and my symptoms started Saturday. Thankfully we’re both vaccinated, so things haven’t been too terrible.

That being said since we last spoke, I have done a great deal of laying around the house with little else to do except, what else, do prep work on my upcoming novella series!

It’s actually going really well so far. I’ve already progressed to the notecard phase, which is the step right before I draw up my working outline. I’ve got my main characters, the over-arching plot for the entire series and ideas for several of the individual entries, and even a handful of scenes.

The thing I’m struggling with the most is the setting.

Now, one might think that because my roots are in epic fantasy, where stories are set in custom-built worlds with their own maps, their own races, their own language, their own culture, and everything in between, that an urban fantasy idea like Wonderland would be a snap!

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But, truth be told, the prospect of being confined by the rules of the Real World is kind of daunting to me. Even something as simple as choosing what urban area to set the story in is paralyzing. Should I choose a real world metro area? If so, it should probably be one I’m familiar with so that it feels authentic. But there aren’t too many of those and it would feel kind of weird to write about a place I’ve lived or where I’m currently living. But it feels equally weird to write about a large metro area in the US that doesn’t actually exist. Where would I put it? Is this then set in a post-modern US where this city just sprang up? That presents a whole new set of questions. And now I’m breathing rapidly into a paper bag, brb.


But the question of where isn’t even the most important one I need to answer. There’s also the how. As in: “how will magic work in this Wonderland series?”

I’m going to say something else that might surprise you: I haven’t really put a lot of thought into the magic of my previous fantasy projects either. 

I know, I’m like the worst fantasy writer ever.

This is partially because my fantasies tend to be low magic, character driven sagas. The arcane and mysterious exist in my worlds, but isn’t necessarily what is moving the stories along. Even when magic does play a crucial element, it tends to be on the softer side. It’s less defined and deliberately ambiguous. 

With the Wonderland series I’m taking the exact opposite approach. The story demands that the rules of magic be very clearly defined and even outright explained, which means for the first time I actually have to think about what those rules might be. 

I have some ideas, but I’m worried that it’s not hard enough. There aren’t enough rules. I’m not making it believable.

Someone remind me that I’m writing fantasy again. Oh, and also, if you would be so kind, through in some recs for urban fantasy stories so I can see what I’m up against. Cheers.


That’s all from me this week. I’ll keep plugging away at it, until I eventually get so frustrated that I just start drafting out of spite. Speaking of which, I am legitimately hoping to be drafting soon, maybe by mid-February. I can’t wait to be in the trenches with you lovely writers once more! 

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

Kerry Share

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Do I Want It Bad Enough?

Hello friends, and welcome to a self-interrogative edition of Just Another Struggling Writer. I’m just another struggling writer.

Despite my New Year’s bravado, the first two weeks of 2022 have not been as productive I had hoped. I could fill this space with all kinds of excuses ranging from the understandable (my purse being stolen) to the weak (the Nexus needs to go back in the percolator guys, no really!), but the truth is I have always struggled to push myself to meet self-imposed goals and deadlines.

This week I’ve been wondering why that is. I have no problems (well, fewer problems anyway) cranking words out for my freelancing projects, so why, when it comes to my fantasy ideas — my supposed passion projects — do I struggle to summon even the smallest modicum of energy to write consistently?

Am I one of those writers you sometimes hear jocularly referenced, the the kind that spends more time talking or fantasizing about being a writer than actually getting words out? Am I destined to be that one author in your critique group who never can move off the first chapter and finish the rest of the draft? Will just another struggling writer cease to be a tongue in cheek moniker, and become my ultimate definition?

Do I not want it bad enough?

It seems I’ve got some re-assessing to do. Until next time friends, may your writing be plenty and your struggles be few.

Kerry Share

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