What Does Distraction-Free Writing Look Like?

by Matt Hay

I find myself close to finishing the first draft of my debut novel, looking back at this incredible journey that I have been on and all I can think about is how I will develop my characters, the story and the plot for book two. I need to get a grip on myself and concentrate on writing and finishing the project that I am on before starting the next one.

This is one pitfall that I have learned about myself and other writers during my time so far. I started writing Glens of the Dead back in January after plotting out and creating my characters and to be honest, I thought that I would be finished by now. Writing sounds easy, doesn’t it? Just sit down in from of your computer and write a novel, nothing to it…..bahahahahaha, this is so wrong, it is not that easy, there are so many things that an unfocused mind can procrastinate upon.

Writing wise, I started off well and got the first 15k done in about two months which I thought was good going, that was until I got distracted by the launch of Maximus Shock. The buzz and awe of seeing your first stories published in a nice shiny book had my head everywhere but where it should have been, which was at the laptop typing. I celebrated with hospitality at the football with my dad and kept taking pics of me with the shiny new book when it arrived, it was an exciting time. Not realising how much I was putting myself off of schedule, I thought that the world was my oyster and my confidence was growing.

At one of the release events, I got talking with [my editor] and Sporm was born and I agreed to write the story, thinking that I could write Sporm and Glens of the Dead at the same time, I sat down to do this and boy was I wrong. Unfortunately, Glens took a back seat and I sat for another couple of months and created a 10k Horrotica short story that is absolutely ridiculous and was a blast to write, but when that had gone through edits and was finished, I looked back at Glens in May and found that I had only written 15k, four months on from when I began. So, what did I do, I focussed. I started putting daily word counts on myself and motivated me to get more written, which it did and I had another 15k written by the end of June. Whilst this was a great achievement, it was not good enough for me, at this rate, I would be finished my first draft in August 2018, eeeek.

So, I took my plot and changed from pantsing out the story to plotting it out properly. I go on holiday to one of the most remote parts of Scotland, no internet access, no electricity, and solitude. I can read by charging my kindle through the car battery but apart from that it is a case of enjoying the scenery and making your own entertainment. It is great for the kids as they get the freedom to go out and play without any bother, something that they don’t get at home. I decided to take some notepads and my plotter jotter was created. For each day during the fortnight, I sat and plotted out chapter by chapter until the I got to the end of the book, then all the wee ideas that I had for book two and for other potential novels, I wrote on paper and this has been my bible.

This is not set in stone however, I change the chapters as I write, I tend to go off on tangents or come up with new ideas whilst writing but the plotter jotter helps me focus and know how many chapters I have to write until the book has finished. It is now close to the end of November and I have passed 90k which means that over the four and a half months, I have churned out 60k which is a great achievement for me as it shows what I can do when I focus and don’t let distractions derail me or side-track me into doing other things.

My current focus is to get the final part of the first draft written, according to my plotter jotter, I have four partial chapters to write and then I will be finished. I have learned not to let distractions derail me, so the thoughts of book two are put to one side whilst I write and I am focussed on getting the initial draft completed.

It has been a fantastic and amazing journey so far and I know that there is so much still to do with self-editing, creating more drafts, fixing my own mistakes and plot holes, then getting editing feedback from Christina before we think about beta readers and getting Glens of the Dead ready and prepared for people to read on their kindle or a paperback.

I have learned so much about who I am and what I am capable of since I started writing regularly and properly but I think that the most important lesson is that I now know how to deal with distraction, or do I?

Look a Jedi unicorn, ooooo, I need a picture of that.


A father of two daughters, Scottish author Matt Hay spends his time roaming the beautiful West Lothian countryside, dreaming of new lands and stories whilst enjoying the never-ending Scottish rain. When he is not trying to scare you with his stories, Matt often can be found at Almondvale Stadium watching his beloved Livingston FC do battle against the best football teams in Scotland.

Don’t Let Submission Rejections End Your Love Of Writing

Guest Post by Scott Carruba

The Mass of Rejections

I have been doing the #IGWritersOct, which, ironically, is primarily an Instagram thing, but hey, let’s think outside the box. It has been an interesting effort, and today’s prompt is “RIP: Rejection stories”. I have a lot of those.

The first time I ever formally submitted was back in the early 90’s. I was in the throes of basically churning out pages and pages that were deeply derivative of Lovecraft’s work. I will call them weird fiction, but they were really more my finding my own voice within the appreciation of another author.

This was back in the days before the internet, and I was mailing off my submissions to various magazines. I never got published this way, though I came close once. One of them asked me to cut a story down a great deal, and I labored over it, finally getting to the length they wanted only for them to reject it a second time.

I did not submit again until some years later, throwing together a query letter for a novel. I had a copy of the Writer’s Market if I recall correctly, and this thick, hardbound book set me back a decent amount. I put together many letters, SASE’s (how many people today even know what those are?), and the envelopes upon envelopes I licked. I went to the local post office with stacks of sealed-up hopes. I received letters from most of these, and none of them were successful.

I then tried again sometime later with another novel. This one epic, beastly in size (nearly a thousand pages), and I tried sending my queries this time to agents and publishers. As before, I received many replies, mostly all form letters, all rejections.

I let my interest subside. I still wrote, though not as much. It took more than a decade for me to realize I had nearly abandoned a great creative love of my life. I remember driving up to Barnes & Nobles once, and I turned off my car and sat there. I looked at the store, and I thought of all the books in there. None of them were written by me. I felt a wave of depression hit me. My fairly routine desire to go in and find something new to read had fled and all I could think about was my own lack of publication. I left.

Fortunately, I found new inspiration and wrote my current series (still working on the third). I was lucky enough to find a publisher, and now you can find my books out there if you are so inclined. And I hope you are.

Scott Carruba is a creative writer from Houston, Texas, possessed of a Philosophy degree and a unquenchable imagination. He has written pages upon pages of poetry, short stories, and various longer tales. He currently has published Dance of the Butterfly and Sword of the Butterfly.


Photo by: Dương Trần Quốc

The Impact of Reading to a Child

[KiwiClickToTweet tweet=”Tales of Dark Wonder” quote=”I now have a copy of a horror book made for people her size.  And it is gorgeous. “]

Guest post by The Gal in the Blue Mask

Where I live is different from most apartment complexes, looking and feeling more like a neighborhood of Georgia mansions, as opposed to the typical big buildings all stacked up right on top of each other.  There are wide spaces between each one, and tons of trees!

One morning, I was out in front of my building, waiting for a friend to come get me.  I knew it was going to be for a few minutes, so I sat down on the porch and started to read.  This little girl came up to me and started talking to me as if we had known each other forever – no introduction, no nothing.  “What’s that?” she asked, indicating the Kindle in my hand.  “My Kindle.”  “My Grandma has one of those, but I’m not allowed to touch it.”  “Really?  Well, here – you can hold mine.”  She took it and flipped it over a couple of times in her hands, then looked at the screen.  She asked me what I was reading, and I told her a horror novel.  “Oh brother.  You shouldn’t read those, ya know.  They make you have bad dreams.”  I shook my head, knowing.  “That’s true.  Here’s my secret – I NEVER read them when it’s dark.  That way my brain has time to think about a lot of happy thoughts before I go to sleep, and it’s so filled with happy thoughts, it doesn’t think about the horror.”  She sat there slightly shaking her head as if it really made sense to her.  “I betcha you don’t have any books on there for someone my size.”  She looked really disappointed, like that was the story of her life, and it made me a little sad.  “Are you kidding me?  Not only do I have EVERY Harry Potter book ever written AND the whole series of Unfortunate Events Lemony Snicket wrote about it, BUT I have lots more, even some for kids smaller than you.”  The look on her face is one that I will never forget, her excitement coming off in waves, and her happiness was contagious.  I went back to my menu and started going through some, showing her the covers.  She picked out a few and, even though she was learning to read in school, she asked me if I would read them to her.  How could I say no to reading to a kid?  It’s one of my favorite things to do… and there’s no sarcasm in that at all.

A couple of days later, I was getting ready to go to the grocery store with the same friend, and again was reading outside while I waited for her to get here.  The same little girl came up and sat down next to me.  “You still reading that scary story?”  “Yup.”  “Ya know… if you’re getting scared, you can take a break and read me something else.  I won’t mind.”  God, I love this kid.  We found another story that peeked her interest, this time a chapter book.  I told her that I wouldn’t have time to finish it before my friend got here, and before I could say anything else, she said, “That’s okay.  I plan on keeping you.  We can finish what we don’t read the next time.”  The feels…  We read a couple of chapters before I left, and to be honest, I really didn’t want to go – she looked so sad.

The next time we saw each other was a little over a week later.  (Since I don’t drive up here, I spend a lot of time waiting for my friends haha.)  This time I was going out with the girls, so I was dressed up a little bit nicer than just jeans and a t-shirt.  “Are you going on a date?”  I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Nah, just out to dinner with some friends of mine.  What are you up to?”  “Hiding from my cousin.” She then looked down at her feet, and added, quieter than she usually talks to me, “Guys are dumb if they’re not taking you out.  You’re pretty… and you read good.”  “Aww, thanks.  You’re pretty adorable yourself… and smart, too.  Why are you hiding from your cousin?”  “She’s mean and treats me like I’m a baby.”  “How old is she?”  “Ten.  I’m seven so it’s not like she’s THAT much older than me.”  I laughed again, this time thinking about how my older cousins treated me… and how I treated my younger cousins.  She looked at me questioningly, so I said, “I have cousins, too.  Trust me, I know exactly how you feel.”  This time I wasn’t reading, and she asked me if I had my Kindle with me.  “Always.  Should we finish the story we started?”  “We can do that…” and after a long pause, “Do you have any books on there that will tell me how to deal with a mean cousin?”  I thought about it for a second, and then said, “I just might.”  I thumbed through what I had and found a story about a brother and a sister fighting (that Berenstein Bears one) and figured that might do the trick.  When we were done, she got up fast and said she had an idea, and took off running, yelling goodbye to me as she went.

There’s been a lot of reading moments between me and this girl, but these are three that really stuck out to me.  Her name is Sarah and she’s my little buddy.  It’s a friendship that makes me really happy, but also one that makes me a little sad, considering she’s only seven and I’ve rarely seen her with an adult.  I’ve asked her a couple of times where everyone is and she just tells me that they’re “inside.”  Apparently, she spends a lot of time being told to go outside and find something to do – she doesn’t mind being outside, it’s the fact that they won’t let her bring any toys or books with her that she takes issue with (“How am I supposed to find something to do when they won’t let me bring anything to do?”).  Her mother is at work, her father isn’t here… and it’s her aunt that she spends time with during the day.  Things have gotten better with her and her cousin, so she’s not having to deal so much with that (thanks, Berenstein Bears for coming to the rescue ONCE again).  I’ve even had the pleasure of meeting the cousin (Chelsei), and I’ve seen the aunt outside a couple of times when she comes onto the porch of her building and calls the kids to come inside.  She sees Sarah sitting with me, but never once has introduced herself or even attempted to talk to me.  Sarah says she asked about me once, and she told her that I was her best friend, that I read to her, and that we never leave the porch.

The day before I left for Scares That Care, I saw Sarah when I came downstairs to check the mail.  She was in the yard outside of my building, and I went out to say hello.  She was going to the store with her aunt, so we didn’t really have time to hang out, but she asked if I could come outside and find her the next day.  I explained to her that I was going to a horror convention, leaving that next morning, so I’d have to wait until the next week when I came home.  “Wait.  A horror convention?  What’s a convention?”  I explained to her that it was a place for people who really liked horror to get together and make new friends, meet some really neat authors, take some pictures with some people on TV, and buy books.  “So there are going to be some scary people there?”  “Well, yeah, but there’s going to be a lot of not scary people there, too.  My best friend writes horror books, and he’s not scary at all.”  She stood there for a minute looking at me, and you could tell that she had a lot of questions.  “So you’re not scared to go?”  “Oh, I’m scared alright – petrified – but not because of horror people.  There are going to be people there that I know, but have never met in real life, and I’m worried that they won’t like me.”  She put her hand on my arm, like an adult would do to another adult, and said, “You’re being silly.  How could they not like you?”  Have I mentioned that I love this kid?  We talked a little bit about it being scary to meet new people and be in new situations, and she said that’s how she felt when she went to a new school.  Her aunt called her from the front porch, and she turned to leave, but came back for one more question: “Do they make horror books for people my size?”  Her aunt called her again, and she took off before I could even answer her.

They actually do, which should be no surprise to anyone reading my blog.  My sister was enamored with the Goosebumps series by R.L. Stine when she was younger, and my nieces loved Neil Gaiman‘s Coraline.  I had planned to do more research into this, the need to find something she would love very important to me.

Because of a conversation, a good friend of mine encouraged me to have with a publisher that Saturday, and my need to talk to someone (anyone!) about how amazing this young girl is… I now have a copy of a horror book made for people her size.  And it is gorgeous.  And it’s been sitting there, waiting for me to be able to read it.

This afternoon, a friend of mine came over to borrow a book, and the first thing he said when I opened the door was, “There’s a little girl down there that wants to talk to you.”  Okay.  I walked down the stairs, with the book in my hand, and she said, “Did you find out an answer to my question?”  I handed it to her, and we sat down on the steps together.  Five chapters in and she’s hooked.  She even made me stop reading a couple of times so that she could read to me (practice makes perfect!).  I’m sure we would have finished that book today… if her aunt hadn’t called her and told her it was time to go.  Before she ran off, she gave me a big hug, and with tears rolling down her face, she said, “I love you, Meghan.  Thank you!  Don’t read any more until I come back!”

Christina Hargis Smith and Francis Leggett… I don’t know if you’ll ever read this but know, without a doubt, that the two of you, made one little girl VERY happy… and this blogger can’t thank you enough.

You can catch Meghan over at her blog,  The Gal in the Blue Mask
Hi.  My name is Meghan (spelled the right way) … and I’m a book-aholic.  Yup, that’s me in a nutshell.  I laughed as I wrote that, even though it sounds like an addiction I’m trying to give up, which is completely not true.  Reading is just something I love to do, and something I do every chance I get.