Grehan here. I’m proud of myself. Three consecutive months I’ve shown up for IWSG blog hop. June’s prompt goes something like this:
What’s harder to come up with: story titles, or character names?
This’ll be quick.
I don’t sweat over this stuff.
These aren’t dogs we’re talking about. Stories don’t have to come when they’re called. The title is a digital placeholder, a pointer that directs you to the genius tale you’re focused on creating.
Characters? Unless you’re writing biography, character names are meaningful only to you. I’ll bet my cap feathers nobody ever read the final page of a novel, and then sighed and said, “What great names.”
On the final edit, and the really final edit, and the edit that might genuinely be the last final edit, I’m still open to suggestion. If you’re planning to involve other people in your publishing journey, don’t grow attached.
Pitch, premise, synopsis, and story. Those are your bread and butter.
Not coincidentally, this month’s IWSG prompt is about Spring.
The IWSG asks: Does Spring inspire you to write more than other seasons?
My answer is no.
I’m a writer. It’s my job. And not a seasonal job. Hey, if I waited for inspiration to strike, I wouldn’t jot so much as a store note. Imagine calling the plumber and they say, “Sorry about your rusty pipes, but I’m not feeling the muse.”
Spring. Summer. Fall. Winter. I show up. Writing happens.
That’s not to say that Spring isn’t a special time of year. I live in the northeastern US. In these parts, we claw out of Winter like Uma escaping the grave.
My writing habit won’t change with the arrival of Spring, but–but–I will generate more. More energy.
You see, the Grehans are friendly with the sun.
That’s right, we’re solar.
In the spirit of the IWSG prompt, my solar panels have found their muse and, man, they are churning out the juice. In Springtime, the sun climbs higher and the days begin to stretch. These are happy times for those of us who dwell beneath the bright blue tiles.
In my part of the US, solar is still rare, though I’m lately seeing more shiny roofs. Because I’m often asked about my experience with solar power, I’ll use the IWSG prompt to launch a solar report feature.
Our panels were installed in 2016 to take advantage of a federal tax incentive, called the Investment Tax Credit, that was due to expire at the end of that year.* The ITC allowed taxpayers to deduct thirty-percent of their installation costs, with no cap. That was a decent incentive.
Beginning today and until I lose interest, I’ll post sporadic regular updates about our energy production. To make sense of the stats, it might help to know that The Grehans enjoy living small. We occupy a meager 1200 sq ft. We own one television, no cable, dish or fios, so most of the time the TV is dark. On the other hand, we’re tech heads so computers abound, as well as other smart toys. Even though we love gadgets we’re not big consumers of anything (save whiskey) and our solar is sized accordingly.
In other words, your results may vary.
Solar generation, 2018 April
I’m saving trees, baby! Except for the ten I chopped down cause they gave too much shade — just kidding! Am I?
For the first time, I’m participating in the monthly IWSG blog hop.
The IWSG provided a prompt for this month’s post. Here it is:
When your writing life is a bit cloudy or filled with rain, what do you do to dig down and keep on writing?
Clouds? Rain? Hellooo Doubt.
Doubt and I are well acquainted. He’s the loudmouth who dominates the party in my head. I’ve tried dis-inviting him but he shows up anyway, sometimes with a six pack and a bag of Doritos. We hang out, enjoy each other’s company, time goes by then I realize I forgot something critical, something I had to do, you know, write.
He’ll tell me, “Grehan, why bother? The writing’s gonna stink.”
I accept as fact that Doubt’s never wrong so I’m better not to hear him. I send him off on a task. Let him advise the people on the page. I’ve noticed they tend to have too few cares.
Okay, that’s bunk.
I can’t fool you into believing that mental game works for me, or any other writer. You can’t get rid of this guy. You can’t sidetrack him. Doubt’s a multi-tasker. He’d make a great employee if he applied himself to something useful but don’t wait for that to happen.
When Doubt comes knocking, how do you dig down and keep on writing?
Don’t you love when the answer is in the question.
Study your dog, your friend’s dog, your neighbor’s dog. Be the dog and keep digging. Head down, nose to the ground. You might not surface with the bone you’d set your snout on, but I guarantee your effort will be rewarded.