Luna Miller's Blog
December 31, 2018
Preparing for the new year
How do one prepare for the new year?
I believe the first and most important thing is to have dreams and goals. Big ones. Thoughts are free and so are dreams.
I wish for 2019 to bring me the chans to make a living as an author. I wish to visit more countries, places I have never been and places I have learnt to love. Places I miss.
I wish for 2019 to give me more time for rest and recovery. For time where I can choose what I want to do. To feel free and in charge of my life.
I wish for 2019 to be a fantastic year for everyone. To bring more peace to the world. More love.
I wish for 2019 to bring opportunities to all of us that write books.
Happy New Year!
I believe the first and most important thing is to have dreams and goals. Big ones. Thoughts are free and so are dreams.
I wish for 2019 to bring me the chans to make a living as an author. I wish to visit more countries, places I have never been and places I have learnt to love. Places I miss.
I wish for 2019 to give me more time for rest and recovery. For time where I can choose what I want to do. To feel free and in charge of my life.
I wish for 2019 to be a fantastic year for everyone. To bring more peace to the world. More love.
I wish for 2019 to bring opportunities to all of us that write books.
Happy New Year!
December 30, 2018
The best time to write.
Early mornings. That’s the best time to write.
Really early mornings. Before other duties call on me. When I am the only one awake in my house. When it´s silent outside. Dark. Then I release my creative side. The author. The only thing I need is my computer, a cup of coffee and time.
I have never been out of ideas of what to write. It comes to me as a wild stream of water. So intense that it´s hard to find the time to write it all down. Ideas come to me in my dreams, when I am at work, at the bus, cooking… So many ideas but so little time.
I need my job. Well, it´s not really true. I need the money. If I ever got them from elsewhere, I would immediately quit the job and spend more time writing. I know I am not alone in that situation. I also know that I am lucky in that sense that I have a fairly interesting and well-paid job. But still. Isn´t it a waist when you over and over, in work-meetings or chatting with colleagues by the coffee machine, quietly wonder what on earth you are doing there? Not that it is a pain. It is good in many ways. But for every day that passes it´s getting clearer and clearer to me. I don´t have time for it. I have books to write. Stories that want to come alive and get out there.
I do have some spear time after job and dinner and cleaning and fixing other stuff of the weekdays. But then I am tired, distracted of work and news and incidents and…well, you all know what I mean.
Even if I install myself by the computer, my mind is hard to control. It is suddenly interested in checking what has happened on facebook or goodreads or the rest of the world since last time I checked. And then a quick look at the weather forecast to see if it will snow or not the next couple of days. Of course, there is a good reason to also have a glance on the weather in Gran Canaria since I am going there in two weeks.
The creative side is awake at this time as well. Ideas are there trying to get my attention. But my mind is not focused. It wanders off in other directions. Just checking that mail before continuing. Looking for a recipe on internet. Talking a bit to my husband. Writing a list of things to buy for dinner the next day.
When I finally return to my writing, I have forgotten all the good ideas and need to start all over. By that time, I am too tired to do that. The writing is suddenly a struggle. A feeling of getting nowhere.
And suddenly it is time to go to bed.
Early mornings. That´s the best time to write.
Really early mornings. Before other duties call on me. When I am the only one awake in my house. When it´s silent outside. Dark. Then I release my creative side. The author. The only thing I need is my computer, a cup of coffee and time.
I have never been out of ideas of what to write. It comes to me as a wild stream of water. So intense that it´s hard to find the time to write it all down. Ideas come to me in my dreams, when I am at work, at the bus, cooking… So many ideas but so little time.
I need my job. Well, it´s not really true. I need the money. If I ever got them from elsewhere, I would immediately quit the job and spend more time writing. I know I am not alone in that situation. I also know that I am lucky in that sense that I have a fairly interesting and well-paid job. But still. Isn´t it a waist when you over and over, in work-meetings or chatting with colleagues by the coffee machine, quietly wonder what on earth you are doing there? Not that it is a pain. It is good in many ways. But for every day that passes it´s getting clearer and clearer to me. I don´t have time for it. I have books to write. Stories that want to come alive and get out there.
I do have some spear time after job and dinner and cleaning and fixing other stuff of the weekdays. But then I am tired, distracted of work and news and incidents and…well, you all know what I mean.
Even if I install myself by the computer, my mind is hard to control. It is suddenly interested in checking what has happened on facebook or goodreads or the rest of the world since last time I checked. And then a quick look at the weather forecast to see if it will snow or not the next couple of days. Of course, there is a good reason to also have a glance on the weather in Gran Canaria since I am going there in two weeks.
The creative side is awake at this time as well. Ideas are there trying to get my attention. But my mind is not focused. It wanders off in other directions. Just checking that mail before continuing. Looking for a recipe on internet. Talking a bit to my husband. Writing a list of things to buy for dinner the next day.
When I finally return to my writing, I have forgotten all the good ideas and need to start all over. By that time, I am too tired to do that. The writing is suddenly a struggle. A feeling of getting nowhere.
And suddenly it is time to go to bed.
Early mornings. That´s the best time to write.
