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Jessica Park

Today I am excited to have a dear friend of mine guest blog. She also happens to be an awesome writer. Jessica Park and I have never actually met in person, but we have one of the best friendships I've ever had with anyone. It all started when I received an e-mail from her letting me know that my book Silenced by Syrah had kept her sane during a night of food poisoning. She said that she would find herself laughing in between bouts of paying homage to the porcelain god. I personally thought that was a wonderful compliment, so when Jessica asked if I would read the lastest book she'd written with her mom Susan Conant, "TURN UP THE HEAT" (highly recommend" I jumped on it. I loved the book and I love Jessica. We live on separate coasts but that does not keep us from talking almost daily. When things get rough in this writer's world, I pick up the phone and JP straightens my butt out. She lifts me up and shakes me around and tells me that I can do this! I try and do the same for her. If I never sell a bazillion books or become the next J.K. Rowling (hmmm...mutually exclusive, right?), it'll be okay, because I've got something even better-- A friend for life, and trust me--every writer needs a friend for life. I think you'll enjoy a page out of JP's life!



A Day in the Life of a Brainstorming Author

7:00 a.m. : Awaken filled with positive thoughts that today will be the day fabulous, bestselling book idea will hit. Just need nifty hook. Shouldn’t be tough. Am smart, funny lady with excess creative energy. Onward!
8:15 a.m. : Continuing to stare at blank Word document. Perhaps more coffee will help fuel genius. Shouldn’t expect immediate success, right?

9:45 a.m. : Have been sucked into Twitter game by actual bestselling author. Have spent 1 ½ hours titling “failed children’s books.” So far have come up with numerous inappropriate/offensive titles, including: The Bi-Polar Express; Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Lay; Charlotte’s Web of Deceit; and There's a Wocket in Pocket (and I'm Just Happy to See You!) Considering this an exercise in creativity and method of setting proper book brainstorming mood. Certainly not procrastinating….

11:20 a.m. : Okay, have started list of potential book ideas, but just realized have no interest in writing about vampires, ghosts, or psychics. Also, paranormal market is so saturated that my perfect story would get lost in the shuffle. Obviously. Hm….what hasn’t been done…?

1:16 p.m. Aha! Have not heard of novel about teen ogre and family that must relocate to snake infested planet in order to reverse time and save earth. Will include teen ogre romance, of course, and perhaps incorporate Romeo and Juliet storyline: heroine ogre longs to run off with ogre son of enemy family.
2:32 p.m. : Have accepted stupidity of ogre story, and have made and eaten vat of guacamole and entire bag of Tostitos. Avocados are lovely. Perhaps should become avocado farmer. (Are there avocado farmers? There must be, since we have avocados. But are they called farmers? Harvesters? Growers? Will research this.) Oh, idea! Will pen novel of thirty-something woman who packs family into car and moves to lush avocado land where she discovers magical method of producing higher volume of avocados….. Crap. Simply need more coffee to fuel brilliance.

3:23 p.m. : Have taken break from hard work to paint nails. Am sure that if nails were dry, would be typing like mad and plotting fascinating, never-been-done plot.

4:02 p.m. : New concept: Thirty-something woman and best friend win two-billion dollar lottery and move to fancy beachside home. The hot women spend their days sipping mojitos while scantily-clad male dancers provide massages under linen canopies. Well, if decide to become erotic writer, will be all set. Sigh.

4:36 p.m. : Work day should officially be over soon, so must hurry to meet goal. Teen pop star is kidnapped by frazzled parent who forces pop star to perform top hits until even pop star hates her songs. Will keep moving here. Frustrated writers eats too much guacamole and turns pale shade of green. Found slumped over laptop with scent of cilantro permeating air. Not upbeat enough… and obviously unhappy ending.

11:02 p.m. : Falling asleep when book concept hit. This time, it’s a good one. Foresee being up until the crack of dawn getting it out on paper. Will be worth it. Lesson learned: Stop trying so hard and just let it happen.


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Comments

Mare F said…
ROTFL. I particularly love the children's titles. I suppose it's good that you haven't written those because I can guarantee you that I would buy them....it just wouldn't be for my child. LOL. And good luck with the guacamole.
Gink said…
I'm so with you. I can't tell you how many things I suddenly realize I need to get done before I can allow myself to start writing. I mean it would be criminal if I began writing before I took my vitamins, washed the dishes, checked stock prices, tweezed my eyebrows, cleaned out the vegetable bin, checked my blog stats, looked for a job, cleaned the cat's litter -- I could go on forever.
A.K. Alexander said…
It's 4:00 and I'm still in my pajamas, if that tells you anything about being a writer. I wrote a sentence, deleted and then gave up. It's been a slow writer day.

Thanks JP for making us laugh!
Dru said…
Very enjoyable.
Krista said…
Very funny, Jessica! But you left out one thing that happens to me.
11:03 PM Convinced that I have great idea, I relax and doze off.
7:00 AM Wake and wonder what that great idea was . . .
Okay, Krista.... you caught me! Brilliant ideas usually vaporize following sleep. Argh!

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