Snow, Flurries, Distractions and Writing
Lately—living in Idaho—I've had lots of experience trying to write during snow storms. What, you might ask is different about writing when it’s snowing? Well, it’s simply a distraction. How much snow are we getting? Are there big, fat flakes or tiny little flakes you have to concentrate to see? (And of course, I have to stand at the window and concentrate.) Is there wind, making the snow into whirling, swirling, abstract white paintings in the sidewalk and on the grass? Are the tree branches covered in a thin blanket of white or do the fir boughs hang heavy, like in every Christmas card?
And then there’s the big question: is it still snowing? Do I have to shovel now or should I wait until it’s completely over—adding another 2” to each load?
There's so much to consider! This is high drama. I feel like a six-year-old.
Naturally, snow is not really the issue. Keeping my writing concentration is the problem. I find when I’m really organized and know exactly what I’m trying to accomplish in a chapter, I tend to forget the outside world. My mind is content to maneuver my characters, create snappy dialogue and move the plot along. But throw one little thing off kilter and I am led astray as easily as a cheap hooker eyeing a C-note.
When I first began writing a few years ago, I was a pantser, as they say. I sat at the keyboard and typed the scene I had in mind. Everything fit together nicely and action flowed. It was all so easy. The longer I’ve been at the game, however, the harder I find it is to do that. I mean, I can still write just what comes to mind, but things don’t hang in there quite the same. There’s much more to re-write. Some text just doesn’t make sense. I’ve become more of a planner.
Normally that planning would keep me in my seat and fingers hitting keys. Today is not “normal.” Today…I’m watching snow fall. Anyone feel like joining me?
Dee S. Knight
Only A Good Man Will Do - The Good Man Book 1
Daniel Goodman is one of a set of triplets—natural, identical triplets, a rare kind of birth. He is a serious man, often feeling estranged from his wild and carefree brother Jonah and his free-spirited parents. He's also distanced from his other brother Mark, a genius who might or might not realize that he's unlike most other people and doesn't seem to care.
Daniel is a man on a mission. For years he has striven for perfection, fighting for the pinnacle of achievement in his world of academia—Headmaster of Westover Academy. Westover, established before the American Revolution, is still one of the most prestigious schools in the country. They accept only boys whose parents fit a certain mold and only those teachers who hold to a stringent set of mores, on and off campus. Jonah considers his brother a prig. Daniel sees himself as doing his best to serve his students. How much better can he serve them as headmaster? That is what he seeks to find out.
Suddenly, into his cut and dried, strictly black and white life of moral and upright behavior, comes Eve Star, formerly one of Europe's foremost exotic dancers. Her life is anything but cut and dried, black and white. Bad enough that she's enrolled her son in Westover Academy under false pretenses. More, she runs the town's most disreputable bar. Worse, much to Daniel's dismay, he finds himself drawn to her like a kid to chocolate. Nothing good can come of this attraction. Or can it? He is, after all, a good man.
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That's how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she's lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. For romance ranging from sweet to historical, contemporary to paranormal and more join Dee on Nomad Authors. Contact Dee at email@example.com.