Wednesday, July 28, 2010


Christine Rimmer is gracing the Pink Heart Society's Writer's Wednesay...come join the fun!

I know I should. But….

Honestly. Truly. I am really, really trying to behave.

With my current work-in-progress, I mean. Hah. Had you going there for a moment, didn’t I?

Seriously, though. All professional writers know the drill. We’ve read the best books on the subject, books like Anne Lamott’s amazing, true and inspirational, Bird by Bird. And Julia Cameron’s fabulous The Artist’s Way. And just about anything by Natalie Goldberg—especially the wonderful Wild Mind.

The drill is simply this: Show up. Get to the page every day, make page goals. Hit them—hmm. That sounds rather violent—well, and then, you know what? Writing, in its own way, is violent, on occasion. There’s a lot of digging that goes on, hitting the vein, watching the blood spurt and all that, going places within that sometimes aren’t pretty. Because there’s no getting around it. If you’re writing something you hope someone will put down their hard cash to read, you’ve got to deliver, baby. And all the clichés are absolutely true on this whole delivery thing. You may groan when someone tells you, “No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.” Groan all you freaking want. You better be crying when you write that reconciliation scene. You’d better be taking a page from Joan Wilder in Romancing the Stone, sobbing your heart out, buried in wet tissues, moaning, “God, that’s good…”

And am I carrying the whole “writing as a violent activity” a bit far? Okay, okay.

I’ll try again. Make page goals. Achieve them. Yes, much better…

And really, what was my original point?

Wait. I remember…

Funny, but behaving—in the writerly sense as defined above—used to be easy for me. When I was starting out as a writer, I behaved as a matter of course. I didn’t have all day to write. It wasn’t my actual job or anything, so when I came to the page, it was glorious, naughty, exciting, stolen time.

And even for the first few years after I began to support myself with my writing, it was all just one big miracle to me. That I got paid for the writing, which meant I could write more, because I didn’t have to spend eight hours a day slaving away at some day job just to eat and make the rent.

But slowly, over the years, my sense of the delicious, forbidden naughtiness of my work has…eroded? Degraded?

Whatever. Now, well, you know, it’s my job. And it’s become so tempting to find clever ways to make it naughty again.

This is the true scariness of the human mind. Well, at least my mind, which is a place only I go and everyone is happy about that. Just ask my family…

So. Clever ways to be naughty. Oh, like for instance, not showing up at the page for a few days. And then freaking out when I get there and realize no veins have been opened recently. I have to start at the beginning and build my story, my world, my characters’ reality. It’s very exciting, in a very emotionally violent way.

And, honestly, it is not a good idea. It is not the way to go.

So here I am on my current project, and I have, honestly and truly, been behaving. Not just trying. Actually behaving. I show up daily, I achieve my page goals.

I’ve even had a couple of beautiful, perfect, Romancing the Stone moments. The other day, there was a coronary. Seriously. My heroine’s beloved father had a heart attack. He was rushed to the hospital—we hope, in time—because my hero just happened to be there at the crucial moment, to administer CPR, to call 911. And then to wait with the heroine and her family through the agonizing hours of surgery….

I wrote that scene sobbing, blowing my nose, tossing tissues over my shoulder in my eagerness to get my fingers back on the keyboard and type the next sentence. Once, I happened to glance to the side and saw both of my cats just sitting there, watching me, looking vaguely stunned—or possibly worried about my mental health. Or maybe even wondering if I was ever going to get up and fill their food bowls. I told them, “God, this is good!” and I blew my nose again and I went on to the next sentence.

It was fabulous. It was what I love best of all about the writing life. The actual writing, when it’s all working and you’re in the zone and every word just…works!

And yes, the urge to be naughty still tempts me. And I’ve decided that’s good. I need to be naughty right there on the page. I need to always remember the miracle that is this job.

I guess I always secretly believed it would get easier. It just doesn’t. But it remains the best job I ever had.

All of which, Anne Lamott, Natalie Goldberg and Julia Cameron could have told me. And did.

How about you? What are your clever ways to be naughty and not show up for work? Come on. Whether you’re a writer or not, I know that you know ways you are naughty…

Oh, and by the way, here’s a cover for my latest release, McFarlane’s Perfect Bride from Silhouette Special Edition, out this month. So happens it’s my 75th published book. So even when I'm not behaving, I'm still getting books written now and then...And whether you're behaving or not, here's to the best summer ever—and a whole lot of wonderful summer reading for everyone!


  1. Oops. Everybody's at conference and the win-a-book offer didn't get in my post. So. Post. And possibly win a book. My current release--or maybe one of two two-in-ones.

  2. Not everybody! So, no worries! I enjoyed your reflection today. I play naughty by leaving my characters in my novel to stew for a while as I write poetry instead. I tkeeps them in check and lets them know they're not the only creations I have in my mind.

  3. Deena, you are so clever! In this book, my characters are pretty much behaving. But I think next time they get off-track, I'll write a few poems. I used to write a lot of poetry. Hmm. I need to get back to that in any case.

  4. Well, I don't have characters that mis-behave per say--but I have co-workers and family members. Does that count? Plus I have been known to have Friday-afternoon-itis, an affliction that causes me to not get anything done between Noon and 5 PM on Fridays.

    Internet research is a big work avoidance for me. Do you know what you can learn from Google? It is truly amazin!

    Have a good one!

    Husker Kim

  5. A BIG "HI"!! Please count me in,i would love to win a book.

  6. Kim! Hey, good to hear your "voice." I so hear you in general, too. I have many mis-behaving family members. And I often have Friday-afternoon-itis. Sometimes when it isn't even Friday. (!)

  7. Sneha, hey! My fave new auntie. Thanks for coming by. You are most definitely entered in the book drawing.

  8. And the winner is...Kim! Big congrats! Your choices are Linda Howard's Almost Forever in a two-in-one with my For the Baby's Sake, or my current release, McFarlane's Perfect Bride. Let me know your choice and I'll zip it right out to you...

    PS--posted this on your facebook wall, too. :)

    Thanks everyone, for stopping by!