Robin McCormack

Tapping into the Writing Network by Robin McCormack

                It amazes me the resources available to writers these days.  The World Wide Web brings writers, authors, publishers, editors, teachers, critics and readers all together seamlessly.  The blogosphere has opened up the world of writers.  It has become an invaluable resource.

Who do you want to connect with today?

What do you need to learn today?

Where am I going to place the setting of my story?

When is the best time to contact a publisher?

Why seems like such a simple word but it isn’t. A simple why demands an explanation, an answer, a hypothesis.

How do I make, break, kill, injure, design, say whatever?    The internet is a writer’s playground. I won’t give you the negatives because we all know what they are.  *grin*

The number one thing I love about the blogosphere is that it lets us know we aren’t alone.  That no matter what stage you are in your writing journey, there will always be someone experiencing what you are.  That is the beauty of ROW80.  It has helped bring all together so we can tap into each other and learn from each other.   It’s actually heartening to know that some of the biggest authors have ‘those’ days when nothing is flowing and all they want to do it toss it and play.  That no matter how many books they’ve written, this current one is like the first and they are experiencing all the doubts that go along with it.  And they are willing to talk about it, share their journeys, and glean wisdom even from those with less experience.

When I first started writing, I did more writing than learning.  I read one or two books about writing, but didn’t want anything to interfere with creating the story.  I didn’t want to think about ‘the rules’ because you know what happens when you do.  Remember the old adage ‘too many cooks spoil the broth.’  It applies to writing as well.  You have to write freely to find your own voice and the story’s voice.  It takes a lot of practice. And I discovered something a long time ago.  The owner’s manual always makes sense after you’ve figured out how to work the machine.   Now, five years into my writing journey, I’m devouring books on craft because now they are making sense and not covering up my voice.  I can see how the rules apply.

3 craft books that have been beneficial to my journey so far:

Outlining Your Novel by K.M. Weiland:  Whether you are a plotter, pantster or somewhere in between, her suggestions are invaluable.

The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron:  This book helped me discover so much about myself, my dreams and taught me how to brainstorm and set goals.

Revision and Self Editing by James Scott Bell:   He just makes sense.

What are the top 3 books on your writing shelf that have helped you in your writing journey?

Another beauty of the internet – online writing classes.  Classes taught by authors that are inexpensive and you get to pick the author’s brains as much as you want: Savvy Authors, Writer’s Village, Writer’s Digest, etc.    Candy land!

Practice makes perfect is the old adage that applies to everything – sports, cooking, art or writing.  The more you practice, the more comfortable you get and the more you want to know, the more you want to learn. The more you learn, the better you get.

Now go sit your butt down in that chair and get back to writing.


Robin McCormack


Writing is like… By Robin McCormack

I came across a writing meme the other day “Writing is not like a box of chocolates.”  Remember the Forrest Gump quote –

“My momma always said, “Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”

The purpose of the meme was to compare writing to anything but a box a chocolates and simply finish the phrase “Writing is like….?”     I’ve heard some writers say writing is like breathing.    When I first heard someone say writing is as necessary as breathing, I thought wow. What a feeling.  How could I get that feeling?  Reading has always been as necessary as breathing for me all my life.  The desire to read, to explore other worlds, people’s lives, dive into another world for a while.  Escape.  I discovered I get really cranky when I don’t read.  So how do I transfer that feeling to writing?

I wanted to be there, at that level, when I really hadn’t earned it yet.  I’m still a babe in the woods when it comes to fiction writing.   About 5 years ago, after years of working in the corporate world, I finally decided to try my hand at writing.   Finally gave myself license to daydream and explore that hidden side that I had for some unknown reason squelched a long time ago.    I realized I see writing on a whole different level. Maybe because I’ve come to it at a later age and haven’t been doing it all my life.  I realized writing isn’t as necessary as breathing; it is a choice, a love, a desire that has grown over the years.  I discovered that I don’t have a need to write, I want to write.  And because I choose to write, there is a freedom in that.

Speaking of need versus want, a few months back, I came across 31 days to Better Writing Habits.  One of the topics was how toxic language can hinder your writing.  Words such as can’t, should, have to, impossible or need to are considered toxic because they take away your power.  They are negative and limit you.

Use “Can” Instead of “Can’t”–You can do anything you want to do. You can do anything you set your mind to do. It’s been proven over and over and over again. So say “can.” “I can be a writer” and “I can write this novel.”

Use “Want to” Instead of “Should” “Have to” or “Need to”–When you use the phrase “want to” you’re making a choice. It’s no longer being forced on you, you are choosing it. There is power in the phrase “want to” because it shows you have a desire to do something. So say “I want to be a writer” and “I want to write this novel.”

Telling yourself you should do something is taking away your choice. Telling yourself you have to do something is extra pressure and most folks when you tell them they have to do something, will do the opposite. Do you need to write or do you want to write. You don’t need to, you don’t have to, but you want to. You are making a choice to write because you want to. Getting rid of the toxic language gives you back your power.

Getting back to the question – “writing is like….”  It really got me to thinking and I finally realized that for me, writing is like diving into a rushing river and seeing where it will take me.   You give yourself up to the flow of the words, which at times can really be unpredictable.  You never quite know what is around the next bend.  Even though you planned it out, studied it, anticipated what is going to happen, there is always the unexpected.  The rapids carry you along, pulling you every which way, too fast for you to see or think.  The view, passes by in a blur.  You do your best to stay afloat until you able to get clear of the rapids and find a calm spot, take a steadying breath.    Some days the words pour out just like the white water rapids and when you reach the calm spot by the bank, take time to access.  Sometimes all you can say is wow. I did that.

You take a moment to rest in that calm spot, floating along, quietly absorbing the beauty around you.  Then you move back out into the crazy flow again and suddenly it shoots you into an unexpected tributary.  A side trip that could either is soothing or unsettling.  One that gives you insight into your imaginary world.  At times, the water is so clear, you can see the bottom and every single pebble and the fish glistening in the sunlight.  But in a blink of an eye, the water turns muddy. So thick, you can’t see a thing.   Then there are those waterfalls and the sudden drop that takes your breath away.  A writer’s AHA moment.

Writing is like diving into a rushing river and seeing where it takes you.  You can either swim as hard and as fast you can against the current, fighting it all the way or relax and enjoy the journey.

“The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.”  Don Williams Jr. 1968


Robin McCormack