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I don’t remember where I saw this quote, only that it went something along the lines of “Writers are just people who notice their ideas and turn them into stories.” Or something along those lines.

I was chatting with a friend on Facebook and she asked where I got my ideas for my stories. Truth is, most of my stories start with the tiniest kernel of, “Well, what if this were to happen?” and then I can’t stop playing with it.

The idea for LuLo came from walking out of a gymnastics meet with my sister in law. What if a collegiate gymnast fell in love with a scruffy parkour guy? She was Talulah, one of the names I had put forward for my kid, but my husband had vetoed. I thought about naming him Reese, but then she became Talulah Reese and suddenly she was a person. He was still nameless, but I had an idea of what I wanted from him. Her opposite in so many ways. Then I was watching Doctor Who and this slightly annoying character named Tallulah showed up and she was in love with pigman Laszlo. A little research into the name Laszlo et voila, he’s got a backstory and we’ve got a big fun sandbox to play in.

I haven’t watched Jessica Jones because I can’t bear to see the Tenth Doctor be evil


It’s fun when you catch a wisp of a story. A little something will float past your subconscious and you go, “Waitasec. What the hell was that just now?” And you grab it and look at it and poke at it and find a blue papermate in your purse and ask your waitress for extra napkins and write like a crazy person and get the guts of your story scribbled down.

Usually those kinds of napkin stories are persistent and won’t leave you alone until the story is done. Those are convenient because then you just *blup* and there is your zero draft. There’s no, “Okay, I really should write something tonight.” It’s more of a “Well,  I can’t stop thinking about this story and it just needs to come out and you know how my brain is, but we’ll get brunch when I’m done,” kind of thing. It’s waking up from a dream and going to the desk and working before the sun is up.

Sometimes, that strike of inspiration will just hit and it will be amazing. Game of Thrones spoiler!
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Writing Update- Guess who’s going to Khazad-dûm?!

I was soundly scolded for having seven finished manuscripts (maybe more actually, I have a hell of a time counting them) that need revising. I know I’ve complained about revision before and I know I’ll complain about it again, but it’s time to put my shoulder to the wheel, my nose to the grindstone, the pedal to the metal, metaphor, metaphor, metaphor.

I reread my NaNoWriMo story from last year and I absolutely loved it. I don’t think I’ve talked too much about it, but it turned all goofy all quick.


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yeah, this is what the rambles in my head usually sound like. It’s a noisy place in here


Continue reading Writing Update- Guess who’s going to Khazad-dûm?!

On Trauma

My dear friend was reading through a draft of a LuLo sequel and she said, and this is totally spoilery, so I’m going to stick it under the cut, (and there’s like a million billion spoilers in here for my writing, so don’t be all pissy about it should you enter and have something ruined) Continue reading On Trauma

Wading through the stack of manuscripts!

Kind of glad there aren’t any new writing projects bebopping around in my brain. I’ve been starting this revision work and I’m really enjoying it so far. There is so much here and I think I’ll be able to make some good headway.

I wrote so much of this on an iPad with a Bluetooth keyboard and now I’m working on a laptop in Scrivener. There were quite a few little formatting things to fix and adjusting and arranging to do for these manuscripts I wrote last year.

I almost can’t believe how much I managed to do on just an iPad.

Anyway. I’m feeling pretty good and I think I’ll be able to finish this revision and rewrite of Cop Drama by the end of February. Then out to test readers. Then another revision. Then all the fun post-production stuff. I guess I need to call my cover designer and start digging through cover art. I wonder if I can get this out by April? That seems like a worthy goal.

And after this, a revision and rewrite of LuLo2. That needs another 25k words too to be long enough to call a novel. Lordy. I’m guessing September?

Then The Reluctant Veterinarian. That is much more put together. It needs a bit of work, but not nearly as much as Cop Drama or LuLo2. Part of me wants to skip both of these and just go right to TRV, but I want to release LuLo3 and it doesn’t need LuLo2 to make sense or whatever, it makes a much better story with it. TRV, then LuLo3 by the end of the year? It seems like a big goal, but I think I can do it.

And as far as writing goes? Still nothing in the hopper is crying out to be written. But, I’m pretty happy with all my computing cycles going to this crap that needs to be revised. I’ll wait for the little writing urge to come to me. I know it will, it always does. It just needs a new adventure to write. And until then… I’ll just keep doing what I’m doing.

A Funk!

I have been in such a funk with my writing! I don’t know why I’ve fallen into this rut. It’s making me anxious. Like I should be working, but nothing sounds good to work on. I have work on LuLo2, I still have to finish LuLo4. It’s not that I don’t have things to do. Let alone all the mom and wife stuff I do every day.

Then again, it’s not like the tiny herd is helping me to do my writing. Between dogs:

Try to blog, I double dog dare you! #amwriting #dogs #hanxtypewriter #blogging #italiangreyhound #lovebugs

A photo posted by Mona Trimble (@tremblingtrimble) on Aug 9, 2015 at 2:12pm PDT

… and the Entropy Machine with her, “Momma, momma, where’s this from?” the only one really pushing me to write, is, well, me.

My sweet husband just brought me my forgotten tea from the Keurig. It’s still almost hot! He’s been super sweet. He’s been celebrating having LuLo out and being so awesome and encouraging. He’s encouraging, but he hasn’t been pushy about the writing. Which, well, I don’t know if that would help or hinder anyway 😀

Still. I’m here rocking out to my fave Pandora station and trying to type this out. I haven’t done a good chunk of creative writing in a couple days. I don’t know if I should just let it lie or I should just try to soldier through. I’ve been working through a The Reluctant Veterinarian revision and that’s been, well, not fun, but not dreadful either.

I know that to be a writer means to court rejection constantly. My less than amazing debut of Just for Kicks, while not surprising, was a trifle disappointing. But. I made a book. It’s a real, actual book. Something I have dreamed about for years. It’s a first step into the world I want to live in. I know it takes about ten titles to reach any sort of following and living. Still. After how much piddling, annoying work getting LuLo ready for press was, that feels like such a daunting task.

But. I’m just being a big mopey complainer. Once I get through this revision of TRV and another revision of Cop Drama, I’ll feel better about things. Maybe start on the cover of LuLo2. Get up the mountain. Go on vacation. Eat better. The summer doldrums are almost past. The air is getting cold at night again.

This song popped into my head this morning, with the slightly altered, “Where have all the ideas gone?”

I’m not sure what the crew from Lost has to do with any of it, but I’m down.

I’ll let it lie for a bit. Let the idea sit and steep in my brain bucket until one day when I’m washing my hair and something amazing pops out and needs to be written down RIGHT NOW. Or, the irresistible urge to start my scribbling and bibbling, bibbling and scribbling again washes over me. I know both are inevitable. Just a question of which one first 🙂


I think I’ve mentioned here and there that I live in Salt Lake City, Utah. It is a gorgeous place.

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Salt Lake Valley at dawn. YEAH! Check out my mad panorama picture taking skills

I’ve been trying to get out hiking, but it’s been rainy, we’ve been out of town, I’ve had migraines, blah blah blah. Anyway. I finally got out this morning. Just me and my dog.

Hiking just does magical things for my brain. Many of my favorite ideas have come while I was walking, either meandering the neighborhood with both dogs or hiking with just one. My idea for LuLo came while I was walking back to the car from a gymnastics meet. Cop Drama visits this same hike.

Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.  — Pablo Picasso

I don’t know if I’d call hiking work, per se, but it is definitely prep for it. Although so much of the work of writing is in my head, that maybe I would call it working. Ha. I don’t know if that makes me more or less motivated to get up out of bed before the crack of dawn. 😀 Does that mean I can write my hiking shoes off on my taxes?

But, these moments of solitude. My precious, precious solitude. I’m not listening for the Entropy Machine to embody the Second Law of Thermodynamics. I’m not listening for the Mister to not be able to find his phone. My internal self is given free rein and my external self is soaking in the majesty that is the Wasatch Front (and watching for mountain lions and bobcats and coyotes and rattlesnakes).

Dawn in the Wasatch Mountains
Dawn in the Wasatch Mountains

Like, how does that not fill you with awe and wonder and Kant’s ideas about the sublime? You can just make out the sounds of traffic from that bend in the trail. The city is spread out behind me in this shot, but the sun over the mountains and the sky and the clouds and just, oh. There aren’t enough words to describe it. Or, perhaps there are, but I’m just so blown away from the wonder of it that I can’t find them.

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That’s a lot of stairs before 8:30 

I don’t think I can call this work, though. I think that misses the point. I don’t go off trail. I don’t take shortcuts. Yeah, I’m an environmentalist and know those kinds of shenanigans cause erosion and damage what I’m there to see and experience, but, the getting there is half the pleasure. I’m in my precious little quiet zone. I’m not going to hurry and get back to the crazy world of raising a toddler. I’m also totally out of shape and pushing up the hill would kill me.

Like, I’m as much into productivity hacks as the next metaphorical guy, but going hiking just so I can have some good words to write misses the point (as I sit here writing words about writing words about going hiking). I am not living to write. And I’m not writing to live either (ha, as I’ve so far made zero dollars at my wordmonkeying). I don’t feel you have to be defined that way. I mean, sure, I love writing, it feeds my soul. But I’m not a writer. I’m not a mother. I’m not a wife. All of those things are part of me, but I’m not going to limit myself to those labels and roles. I do all of those things and I love them, but that’s not who I am. My little secret me-ness that resides at the center of my soul and defies being labeled and reined in.

Anyway. I write because I have stories in my soul that I would want to read. Other people seem to enjoy them too. I hike because I enjoy the toil and the smell of sagebrush and coyote piss. I mother because I love my daughter and it fills my soul with goodness. I whatever-verb-you-want-to-use-for -to-wife my husband because I love and cherish him and love having a life with him. These roles are important to me, but they’re not the extent of me.

Maybe hiking is a good metaphor for this. It’s so easy to get bogged down in all the minutiae, the day to day mundane banalities of “Uh oh. Sounds like somebody has a case of the Mondays.” The trail is too sandy. Ew, spiderwebs. Someone left their bag of dog poop and forgot to pick it up again. You twist your ankle. Your new shoes are giving you a blister. You step in bobcat shit. The grasshoppers are trying to get it on and sound suspiciously like rattlesnakes and it is freaking you the fuck out.


You see some cool shit. You see a bunny on the trail. Your deplorable sight hound will probably not see it.


You’ll see some wildflowers. You’ll stop and take a picture and think, “Oh, I should play with some Instagram filters on this shit when I get home.”

And you might get tired and hungry and give up halfway there. You’ll think, “This is enough for me. What else can there be? Maybe I can just watch Game of Thrones instead. This is too much work.”

And you turn back before you get there. I’ve seen enough. I’ve done enough. Being a wife and mother is enough. Being a writer is enough. But goddamn, what are you doing for the you-ness in your heart of hearts?

And unless you keep going, you are going to miss out on so much. Unless you fight and dig and hold on to that little space, that you-ness, you’ll miss out on the view. You’ll miss out on finding yourself.

And I know I’m speaking from a place of enormous privilege. I’m a middle class white lady with the freedom and ability to leave her husband and child asleep in their beds and walk up a gorgeous mountain with little a purebred dog, but, still, I think there must be a way to find and hold on to this wonder and keep a little space for the me-ness. To quote film Samwise Gamgee, “There are some things in the world with fighting for.” This space for ourselves I think is one of them.

Now that I am at the end of this long, rambling ramble, I think this is just about right. The time and work to find and keep yourself. To not have your last baby go to college then go, “Now, who the fuck have I become?” I don’t want to wait to find myself. I don’t want to wait to know myself and spend time with that little spark in my heart of hearts. I’m willing to fight up the hill, through coyote scat in my treads, spiderwebs across my face. There will be some great stuff along the way, but I know, that moment of perfect, quiet solitude will be worth it.

One Step Closer

I think I’ve gone through more drafts for the copy on the back of the book than drafts for the book itself. I don’t know why it’s been such a scary, stressful thing for me to do. But… I think it’s there. It’s going to need some work, but the foundation is laid.

One step closer!! I’m so excited I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep. I’m such an enormous dork about the goofiest stuff.

Anyway. I wanted to follow up since I said it was today’s goal. I feel like I’ve met it, although it’s not finished. I’ve got the bones now!!