This is a blog meme. What is that, you ask? I had to find out before I attempted to add to it.
A meme is a self-propagating unit of thought spread from one host to another, an idea-gene, if you will.
For bloggers, memes can provide insight into the personalities of other writers that you wouldn’t necessarily find in their writing.
This meme was passed on to me by my friend, wild and witty thriller author, Jason McIntyre. I think he’s purposely trying to push me over the edge by adding more to my writing plate, however, I’m rarely one to pass up a challenge, so thanks Jason!
Here’s my attempt at keeping this meme alive…
Writing is like controlling a vicious beast—not literally, but some days, it sure feels that way.
My attempt to tame the beast is through meditation. The task seems simple: concentrate on one thing and one thing only—my breath. Just feel my breath as it comes into my nostrils, and feel it as it exits my nostrils. Direct all my energies toward this instinctual life force. Do it for an hour daily to attain a sharper mind and gain the ability to write with more focus. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out…
I sit perfectly still in the lotus position on the floor, eyes closed, hands folded peacefully in my lap, and the alarm clock set to go off in an hour. Ten seconds in, my thoughts wander to yesterday. Did I remember to take the laundry out? Did I send off that e-mail for my interview? Shit, I forgot to call my mother!
Rein in that savage beast! Concentrate…breathe, okay…
My thoughts skip ahead. What am I making for dinner? I need to get my teeth cleaned. Did I just hear my mailman come up the walk? Stay in the moment, dammit, just think about the breathing!
And so it goes for the next hour as I cautiously dance around this maniacal animal, coaxing it to behave, using my powers of persuasion to break its uncivilized spirit. I refuse to kill it, but I want to grab it by the neck and choke some sense into it, make it listen to me, show it that I’m the master. And yet…despite my reasoning, this feral creature tears at me with its dripping fangs, and I spin around and around to…
Fantasy time: An editor from Random House calls me. She’s read my book and would like to fly me down to New York for a meeting. She wants to discuss a series and …
Pep talk time: I can do this. I know I can. I’m strong, hang in there…
Whining time: How can one hour seem so bloody long? My right knee hurts, why do I need to sit like this? I could sure use a chair. When the hell’s that alarm going off?
And just as I’m ready to think only about breathing, I’m jolted out of my meditation/nap by the “beeping” of my alarm. As much as I’ve tried to force this wicked animal into submission, I’ve only experienced a few moments within the hour when it actually obeyed me. Those few moments were sublime—moments where there was a true connection to the present and doing what I had set out to do.
As each day passes, patience will grow those few moments into seconds, and seconds into minutes, and in time, this wild beast will be trained, healthy, and with all its bad habits happily obliterated.
I can only hope.
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So who am I asking to carry on this blog meme? Three lovely female authors whom I’m proud to call friends:
Paranormal romance writer: LM Stull
Young adult writer: Patti Larsen
Horror writer: Rebecca Treadway
Ladies, may you go the distance with this meme!