My Writing Process
Everyone has a different process for how they write, what their system is or their habits are and what basically works for them. I remember when I was in college for my MA in Expressive art Therapy, I was writing my thesis called, Making Light of the Shadows of Sexual Shame Through Autobiography, when I was introduced to a process of writing that has stuck with me. It’s a process that I rely on over and over again, one that gives back to me each time I venture into it. I use it when I’m writing for my own sanity, in my journal and when I’m getting ready to write a book. I use it when I feel stuck or not sure about what I’m writing an dI use it as a vehicle for moving forward in my writing.
If you had asked me about this process while I was in the middle of writing my thesis, I may have said other things about it, because it isn’t easy, nor is it a shortcut … Ha! But looking back it’s been a process that’s become part of my own writing story and I very much enjoy it now.
The process I learned was a kind of stream of consciousness writing. In my thesis class, The teacher would start by setting a timer and everyone would write without letting their hand stop for the duration of time. When the timer went off, we would then look back at our writing (what we could read of it, back then I was so sloppy as I hand wrote free form, I’ve learned to write more legibly faster) and underline anything that stuck out to us.
This is an important part. What we underlined could be anything, it didn’t have to be a cohesive thought. It just had to trigger something within you. It just had to catch your attention.
Then she would set the timer again and we would put one of the underlined parts from our original writing on top, and then get to work free form writing again.
We did this over and over again, getting down to crystallized thoughts and sub-conscious messages. It was a lot of work but not only did it improve my writing, I learned a lot about myself and the muscles in my right wrist were fierce!
I totally suggest you try this type of process at least once with your writing, you never know what will come out of it!
You can follow my process for writing on my blog. I also share tips for daily creativity and artistic inspiration all around at
ABOUT THE BOOK
New Adult Sci-Fi
A science Fiction novel tangled in the psychology of being human and the vulnerability of an unconventional Love story
Grace was born a storyteller with a beautifully brilliant mind. Trauma twisted her reality into its own tale of darkness. Now, at eighteen, Grace has found herself on the shores of a shadow world created to heal a generation. A world whose purpose is to release our emotions from the bonds of youth.
But she is not alone. It's a world inhabited by others, those working on their own hearts and one other like herself. An amazing and yet afflicted empath and musician by the name of Kai that Grace feels inexplicably drawn to.
Will she be able to handle the suppressed memories of her youth? Accept the vulnerability necessary to explore her own heart and that of another? Fulfill the true purpose it seems she is destined to serve?
Come along with Grace as she learns to uncover her past, harness her gift, open her heart to love and embrace her future.
Her senses in this world were peaked ... Grace could hear things she couldn’t see, see things she couldn’t feel and feel things she couldn’t imagine.
This place didn’t have incessant needs to answer. It didn’t have constant reminders of shoulds, coulds and woulds, and it didn’t speak to her like the world she came from. This world was more like a meditation. It didn’t imprint on her, but rather for the first time since she was six, she felt like she was imprinting on something else ... she felt a need rise up ... Her chest convulsing, her breath irregular, her eyes tearing, she sobbed as this need found its home inside of her. It had been there so long that it lay deep in her blood, her bones and in the chambers of her heart. How could she not know it was there all this time? She fell to the ground, knees catching her. Her hands pounded the grass as her eyes leaked a bright hazel green into the ground. As her chest convulsed with the power of needing to imprint, Grace let go of something, of a part of herself and as she did, a second Grace flickered into existence, naked beside her. Hands pounding the grass, on her knees leaking bright green hazel color into the ground. Grace’s heart returned to one heartbeat; her vision was clear again, her hands stopped trembling. The calm was gone. Grace felt confidence. Grace felt acceptance. Grace felt Love.
About the Author
Jocelyn Bates is a homeschooling mama to three and an arts therapist. She lives in NJ and writes in the elusive quiet that settles in the earliest of hours.