Purpose driven blogging

Warning: I don't edit blogs. You get what I think as I think it. Proceed at your own risk.

I've spent hours lately thinking about blogging.

It has become a necessary evil (imo) for up and coming writers who, all too often, are already juggling a dozen or more time consuming things while still indulging (yes, for the unpubbed it can be considered an indulgence--especially by friends and family who resent this use of time) their desire/need to write. Time better spent on their wip is squandered thinking up, writing, and posting to blogs as we (yes, me too) struggle for a following, name recognition, a web presence, etc.

My blogs have become a place to let my mind ramble--ad nauseum--when the whim suits me. Talk about time wasted. Thus the endless ruminations about blogging.

As I have wasted, and all too often enjoyed, time examining other blogs, I realized most were either themed or purpose driven. I like purpose; having a reason to be justifies time spent. Themes are nice, but there is no validation in being entertained during time set aside for work.

Therefore, Future Musings will become a purpose driven blog given over to topics that will, I hope, set synapses sizzling with ideas for good Futuristic, Fantasy, Paranormal and/or Science Fiction stories.

With words like pandemic screaming from headlines, leaps in technology leaving the most saavy panting to keep up, and medicants more concerned with maintaining than healing (healing doesn't fill coffers, after all), bureaucratic idiocy with potentially devastating consequences for our child and our children's children into infinity (unless they commit the ultimate idiocy), activists with causes from global warming to saving the mayfly, genetic research----well, the list is endless and all fodder for excellent sci-fi and fantasy and, thus, this blog.

My own Sci-Fi stories tend to concentrate of the consequences of biogenetic engineering. Not by choice, I might add; it just happened, and the more I learned, the more I wanted to know. Others have themes that resurface in their work as well. In truth, most writers find a core theme or themes within their body of work--appendages do count without incorporating the whole--whether intentional or not. Some themes are universal, some are personal, all touch upon humanity's need to survive whether at a very basic level or upon a more esoteric plane.

It is to be hoped that Future Musings will become a technologically powered Muse; a starting point for some, a jump start for those who have stalled, and/or a place to come for new fuel to feed a working engine--combustion, jet, nuclear, anti-matter, you will find it here. That's the goal.

Ready?

Nourishing your Muse

Friday is coming! Yay!

No, it isn't that it's the end of the work week that has me so exited. Friday will see me driving (forever, on roads I hate) to Woodbridge, NJ for my annual foray to the NJRW conference.

A writer's gotta do what a writer's gotta do.

NJRW was one of the first conferences I ever attended. I keep going back because I've yet to be disappointed in what it offers, and it offers a great deal more than the agenda you'll see on the website. It offers comradery, understanding, encouragement, friendship, and nourishment for the writer's soul--and muse.

Published and unpublished mix and mingle, talking about a subject only we, as writers, understand. Conversations in the lobby alone include things like: "And then she stabbed him!" and "Well, the sex has to be hot or it's not for me." Or "Well, I'm not sure if I should kill him. If I do, then I have to decide how, but I know it won't be poison--that's a woman's weapon. Maybe I'll throw him off the battlements. That would work."

I can't begin to imagine what the other guests at the hotel must think hearing those snippets. I can, however, report that people passing a cluster of writers often look as if they've found themselves on the wrong side of Alice's looking glass.

Writing isolates us. We write alone with only our characters bearing us company. Most of time, those characters are enough. But not all the time.

I have a wonderful friend who doesn't write, doesn't read romance, and is a cheerleader extraordinaire. She hasn't a clue about my process, but she'll listen. I'll start talking about a character who's giving me fits, and she'll say, "Stop. Is this a REAL person or one of yours?" (Real to me doesn't count.)

As much as I love this friend, as much as she allows me to use her for a sounding board, she really doesn't understand the call of my muse, why I'll spend hours on a paragraph, or work into the dawn when I'm on a roll so, no matter how much she would like to, she often can't help me. I need another writer's take on an editing problem, for info on an editor or agent, and a host of other things.

Writers aren't plentiful where I live. There isn't even an RWA chapter within an hour of the house. Online groups are wonderful, but being overwhelmed by email isn't. Conferences fulfill a need for all writers, but are a necessity for writers who have no immediate support group. While surrounded by others like ourselves, we network, we laugh, we discuss, and we argue. We talk writing until the parched creative gardens within each of us are awash in a refreshing, fulfilling rainshower of new ideas and differing slants.

By the time the weekend is over, we're all ready to sit in solitary splendor (I can dream, can't I?) once again, answering the calls of our individual muses. We have nourished them, and they, too, are ready to get back to work. The blank screen looks like an adventure waiting to happen again, not a forbidding wasteland.

I can't wait.