Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

01 November 2013

Hello, NaNoWriMo….

Today is the first day of NaNoWriMo, the National Novel Writing Month. The goal? 50,000 words in 30 days.

Am I crazy for doing this? Abso-freaking-lutely. And yet, every year, I willingly and intentionally subject myself to the insanity. It's time to dive in again, people. It might even get a little ugly.

Why, yes. This is a lovely NaNo badge, is it not?

Clearly, blogging and I have taken some time apart after the A to Z Challenge. Maybe documenting my NaNo experiences will help me get back on track? We'll see…

Here are two links about keeping yourself on track, if you decide you want to venture into the wild realm of NaNo:

Abby Annis wrote a great article and is sharing an awesome spreadsheet.
Over at The Writing Cafe, discussion is about avoiding some of those distractions, like the internet.

Happy writing!

03 July 2013

Writing Wednesday: Commas

Commas seem to be horribly misunderstood, overused, underused, and/or outright ignored. This is mostly a tragedy because the comma, when properly used, does wonders!

Commas separate the elements in a series of things (when the series includes three or more items), including the last two. Ex: I bought eggs, milk, bread, and cheese at the store today.

A comma combined with a little conjunction (and, but, or, for, so, yet, nor) will connect two independent clauses (that is a lesson for another day). Ex: I brought a notebook for class, but I left my highlighter at home.

A comma can be used between two adjectives when the conjunction "and" could be used between them. Ex: My cat has a shiny, black coat.       You would not use it here: She bought an expensive cotton yarn.  (You wouldn't say she bought an expensive and cotton yarn, because you're conveying that that cotton yarn that was purchased was expensive. Make sense?)

These are just a three comma rules. There are more (of course there are) and there are great grammar websites out there that you can reference if you aren't sure. Some of the ones I check (yes, even I double check myself) are:

The Writing Center
Grammar Book
Guide to Grammar and Writing

Now, go and use commas properly!

26 June 2013

Writing Wednesday: Moon

moon

silvery white
      spilling over
grass
trees
blanket on the lawn

air fresh
       sweetened by earlier rain
tugs the few loose curls
dances over the skin
       light
       feathery

maiden moon
        quartered
        glowing

reigning over
          songs and revelry

19 June 2013

Writing Wednesday: 4th Street Feeling

Today is my birthday!!! Last night, I went to Wolf Trap to see the always amazing Melissa Etheridge on concert. It was spectacular and I had a blast, but it definitely inspired some poetry. So here's a little taste of last night for you, titled after the song that inspired it.

4th Street Feeling
pulsing
dancing
feeling
   the vibrations

in the ground
in the air
in my body

the thump
       resonating in
             my soul

the night sky
       open and wide
above my head

...eyes closed, head back
the sweet smell of summer….

sprawled on the blanket
     forgotten glass of wine
            to my right

eyes closed
    swaying

lost in the music

05 June 2013

Writing Wednesday: Homonyms

Let's have a chat about homonyms, shall we?

According to Merriam-Webster, a homonym is:
          1
                a : homophone [1: one of two or more words pronounced alike
                      but different in meaning or derivation or spelling (as the words to,
                      too, and two); 2: a character or group of characters pronounced the
                      same as another character or group]
                b : homograph [one of two or more words spelled alike but different in
                      meaning or derivation or pronunciation (as the bow of a ship, a bow
                      and arrow)]

                c : one of two or more words spelled and pronounced alike
                      but different in meaning (as the noun quail and the verb quail)
          2
                   : namesake [one that has the same name as another; especially : one who
                     is named after another or for whom another is named]
           3
                   : a taxonomic designation rejected as invalid because the identical
                     term has been used to designate another group of the same rank —
                     compare synonym
Allow us to focus on that first definition for a moment. Most people tend to struggle with the homophones, like:
            - bald vs balled vs bawled                                        - its vs it's
            - to vs two vs too                                                      - your vs you're
            - there vs their vs they're                                         - peak vs peek vs pique
There are all kinds of lists out there on the internet, people. Find them. Bookmark them. They are your friend. Love them. They will save you. They will also save your editor from smashing his/her head into his/her desk repeatedly out of frustration.

31 May 2013

WIP IT GOOD Blogfest

So, DL Hammons and Elise Fallson are co-hosting this particular blog hop adventure. The WIP IT GOOD Blogfest was inspired by Hammons' love for Devo and the classic 1980s hit, Whip it Good. In the case of the blogfest, however, it's WIP, as in Work In Progress. See? So clever!

Anyway, the idea is that all of us aspiring writers can band together and share our current WIPs with the blogosphere. Maybe, if we're lucky, we'll find a Critique Partner (partners who exchange material for detail critiques, usually chapter by chapter) or Beta Readers (test readers who read entire manuscripts and offer broad opinions).


So. Here goes nothing!

WIP Title: "Book" I know, that's pathetic. I'm horrible with titles, though. I didn't even name Pieces of the Soul, someone else did!

Word Count (projected/actual so far): 35,000 (so far), projected: ballpark of 75K-80K

Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal/Light Romance

How long have you been working on it?: Almost two years. I keep putting it aside and coming back to it.

Elevator Pitch (if you came across an agent in an elevator ride, what couple of lines would you use to summarize your book): A witch and former FBI agent comes home to start fresh only to find that her last case isn't done with her.

Brief Synopsis (250 words or less): Aradia is smart, and an extraordinarily gifted witch. She's returned home, to a town that was never all that welcoming to her unusual talents, after burning herself out at the FBI - and trusting her heart to the wrong man. Now, it looks like her last case has come back to haunt her. Her abilities are changing in unpredictable ways and the spark she's denied having for the sheriff could either break her or make her twice as strong. She has to rely on her witch's intuition, strong investigative skills, and the bond with her sisters to prove herself to the town, save her family, and save herself.

Are you looking for a Critique Partner?: Yes

Are you looking for a Beta Reader?: Yes

22 May 2013

Writing Wednesday

Well, today was a bust.

I've decided I do not like the schedule function. My posts either don't post at all or they post on the wrong day. Or they just outright disappear, as in, no posting or saving.

The latter is responsible for today's lack of post. I think I'm going to have to go back to saving as a draft and going into blogger myself to post it. Grr.

Today's topic was, of course, beautifully written and deep. After an adventure filled day at the full time job, I got nothing for you people. Nada.

Instead, I leave you with this thought:

dappled, dancing
filtering through
     leaves fluttering
               ruffling
warm and golden
without the edge of
     noontime;'s glare
fading, softening
     end of the day

almost time to go home

08 May 2013

A to Z Challenge Reflection

First and foremost, allow me a moment of pure, unadultered glee.


HOLY SHIT I DID THIS. I ACTUALLY DID THIS. BOO YAH, JOHN.

Ahem. Thanks. :-)

I didn't think I would enjoy this as much as I did. Don't get me wrong, I struggled a lot of days (even having planned ahead for almost all of my topics). I was inspired by the themes that people created to keep A to Z interesting. I may... maybe... try a theme next year. If I am crazy enough to do this (shush). A poetry theme? A photo/poetry theme? Oh, a photo that inspires a poem? Meh. I'll ponder some more.

The biggest issue, however, was time constraints. April turned into a rather hectic month, with my sisterm oving, extra shifts at work, and just general chaos. There was some days I might have read one or two other blogs, and other days where I was not only reading that day's posts, but also the last day (or sometimes two days) of posts. The last five days? Forget it. Between work and helping my sister move (wait for that post in a few days!), I got to read NO ONE's posts and was barely able to get my own posts up. Time management is clearly going to be a priority if I do this again next year.

Yes... the big consideration that I'm still mulling over: repeating this wild adventure next year. Mostly, I think I'd like to do it. Maybe I'll be able to use the time to come up with better "x" and "z" posts. Then I think of the time crunch and waffle. If we're rating here, I'm about 65% sure I'll do it next year. Ask me again in a month, when there's a bit of haze over the experience and I've romanticized it because the chaos of A to Z is way easier than the chaos of my job.

Looking back over the posts last month, I don't know if I could pick a favorite. Maybe F? No, C. Well, S. No, F. Definitely F. Maybe. I am so indecisive about this!

06 May 2013

Book Birthday Bash: Medusa, A Love Story

Welcome to today's stop on the Birthday Bash Blog Extravaganza! We're celebrating the birthday of the first book in Sasha Summers' Loves of Olympus series Medusa, A Love Story.


About the Book
It's said love can change a person. Medusa wasn't always a monster…

Medusa is ruled by duty, to her Titan father and the Goddess Athena. She's no room for the tenderness her warrior guard, Ariston, stirs. When Olympus frees her from service, her heart leads her into the arms of the guard she loves... and curses her as the creature with serpent locks.

Ariston goes to war with a full heart... and dreadful foreboding. He learns too late of the danger Medusa faces, alone, and a Persian blade sends him into the Underworld. But death, curses, nor the wrath of the Gods will keep him from returning to her.

Poseidon will use Greece's war to get what he wants: Medusa. He does not care that she belongs to another. He does not care that she will be damned. He is a God, an Olympian, and she will be his.

Review
Holy moly, people. If you have any love for, interest in, or curiosity about the Greek pantheon at all, GET. THIS. BOOK. There are multiple links below to help you acquire this gem of a story.

First, what a unique and truly beautiful slant on the story of Medusa. We have this character who we all more or less know - or so we think. Ms. Summers has opened a door to a whole new view of Medusa as a woman and as a pawn of the gods. There are moments where you ache with her and for her as she tries to find her way, when so many others have laid claim to her future.

Ariston - could someone please deliver me my own? I'd like one posthaste. He is the epitome of honor, valor, and what a man should be. The depth of his love, the lengths he will go… I am not one to swoon, but allow me this once, m'kay?

As for Poseidon, well. Capricious, arrogant, wild as the seas that he rules. Ms. Summers has brought to life the very turbulent and demanding god of the ocean in a way that makes him so very real. I definitely caught a little tug on my heart strings for him at one point.

I didn't see the ending coming and it was beautifully done. This was a novel that not only kept a good pace, I couldn't put it down. I read it during an overnight shift because I just couldn't stop! This is one that I could read over and over, and never tire of it. I can't wait to read the next one!

About the Author

Sasha is part gypsy. Born June 9, 1974, stories have always played an important role in her life. Her passions have always been storytelling, Hollywood, history, and travel. It’s no surprise that her books include a little of each. Her first play, ‘Greek Gods and Goddesses’ was written for her Girl Scout troupe. She’s been writing ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates; even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when she’s doing so. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and supportive.

Here are some of the places you can find Sasha!
Website/Blog                               Twitter                           FB Author Page
Goodreads                                   Pinterest                         YouTube

Ready to get your own copy of Medusa, A Love Story? Here are a few places you can find it.
B&N                         Amazon                      Kobo                            All romance ebooks


Giveaway!
You can enter the Rafflecopter giveaway here. Make sure you hit all the stops along the way to increase your chances of winning the following prizes: 


  • Autographed copy of Medusa, A Love Story (Loves of Olympus Series, Bk #1)
  • Autographed copy of For the Love of Hades (Loves of Olympus Series, Bk #2
  • Thea (owl) Necklace
  • "Medusa" car charm
  • Series Swag

25 April 2013

V is for...

It's day twenty-two of the A to Z Challenge!


Today's topic is vehemence. Or rather, that's the title of the poem I'm sharing today. This poem is from Pieces of the Soul, so you're getting a rare glimpse inside the book today.


vehemence
there aredays
i just want to roll back over
submerge into fantasy
forgetting the banality
of day to day existence

my life isn't horror
it's not even all that interesting
most days

it's the scary little dark part
deep in me
that i wish to avoid
that makes me huddle
small and childlike
the mask, the defense,
the armor that kept me safe
through the early years
the tumultuous years

the fiery, raging fury
which swept over all
and left naught in its wake -
not even ashes -
for it was so hot and bright

that sword, still sharp,
still gleaming bright
has been sheathed.
i havelittle need for
it now           

from time to time
it comes, unbidden,
a habit, an addiction
a double edged sword that
scars us both, victim and me

it's part of me

but it frightens me all the same

19 April 2013

Q is for...

It's day seventeen of the A to Z Challenge!


Q is for questions. I'm chock full of them. No, really. Ask anybody.

Perhaps it is my inquisitive, Gemini nature, but I love to learn. I love to read just about anything. I like facts, I like histories, I like to find out the why of what we do. It is one element of why my job is so appealing; I spend my time asking questions to help individuals figure out why they feel the way the feel so they can then decide what they want to do about it!

In my day to day life, asking questions about how a phrase came to be used or asking how a chain of events might have occurred to lead to a set tradition or pattern can provide my imagination an expansive playground. From there, I can dream up all kinds of possibilities - which can lead to some very creative (or in some cases, odd) story ideas.

I bet you were wondering where I was going with this whole questions thing. :-)

Writers can find inspiration for a new story or character in a myriad of ways. Do any of you other writers find that questions can open doors to exciting, creative fronts?

08 April 2013

G is for....

Hello, and welcome to day seven of the A to Z Challenge!


Today's topic is grammar.

Oh, quit your bitching. It's not a grammer lesson, just some of *my* thoughts *about* grammar. Sheesh.

The English language is a complex, intricate thing. It's rules are contradictory and confusing. Writers are often left gnashing their teeth and pulling their hair, trying to simultaneously express a thought while also expressing it clearly.

One of the biggest challenges I face, not only as a writer but also as an editor, is the idea that not all fiction is "literary fiction." In other words, it doesn't matter (so much) if a comma is out of place or there are a ton of standalone dependent clauses; it's okay if commas are as frequently interspersed as glo sticks in a rave. Gerunds? Whatever!

I say why should a writer settle? So my genre is fantasy or horror or paranormal romance. This now means that, just because I didn't write "the great American novel," my writing should look like crap? I don't think so. What happened to pride in our work? What happened to being a crafter of words, when time was spent not just on what is said but also how it is said? I can write my story... no, I can craft my story as eloquently as any literary fiction author, whether my content is earth-shattering or simply a fantasy escape.

I see authors with great stories publishing through smaller companies and I wonder, where the hell was your editor? How on earth did she miss THAT? And that? And... seriously???? I wonder where the editor's passion went and why he or she doesn't take more pride in his/her work. For me, in my role as editor, I want to make sure that I have put my best effort forward with an author, to help her polish the work so it shines. Anything less than that is disrespectful of the effort she has poured into her novel.**

Where do you stand on the importance of grammar in your story? Should all fiction be a little more like "literary fiction"?


**Okay, so I got tired of he/she but I hope that you, my beloved reader, can understand that I do acknowledge that men are authors and editors, too.

01 April 2013

A is for...

Welcome to the first day of the A to Z challenge!



Today's topic is art. I consider myself an artist, not because I have immense talent, but because I love the process of creating and of using my imagination. I am an artist of the mind more than of paper or paint or clay.

I know amazing and talented artists (Kara DeCarlo) and photographers (Kym Davis). I know writers of great skill (Jennifer Wells) and sculptors. I know knitters and weavers, seamstresses and dancers. I even know a tarot reader who would knock your socks off. All of these are art. Art is simply an expression of the mind and the soul, a way to release thoughts, feelings, dreams, anything.

I do it with poetry a lot. I use words to take something inside me and let it free. Sometimes I knit, to soothe the soul and create something comforting to put into the world. Sometimes I paint, in a very abstract, play with color to see what happens kind of way.

How about you? How do you express yourself?

Don't forget to check out some of the other participants!

05 September 2012

LOOK Challenge


So. I promised yesterday that I would post the sneak peek of one of my long-standing, still working on, in process novels. This was part of the LOOK challenge, where my dear and beloved friend, Jen Wells, called me out.


I'm finally following through on my promise. It's not much, but a little snippet.

From an untitled work, about five sisters who are witches. It's from the perspective of one sister, Aradia, who used to work for the FBI as a profiler and left because her abilities and her work didn't mix. Aradia lives in a cottage in the woods with her dog, Branwen, and her cat, Samhain. This scene takes place the morning after one of her sisters called in the middle of the night. Maera, the oldest, asked to come crash with her after going through really bad breakup.


After placing fresh linens on the bed, I lit a lavender and sage candle, hoping that the lavender would help to soothe her frazzled nerves and the sage would cleanse any lingering negative energy that she might bring in with her.  The queen size bed looked cozy and inviting with its purple and blue comforter and its multitude of pillows. The oak furniture had been freshly cleaned and oiled, and the lace curtains in the window fluttered in the soft breeze. I purposefully chose a room that faced to the north, so the sun wouldn’t shine in and wake Maera. She is most assuredly not a morning person. I started to walk out and then stopped.  I crossed the room to a small, handcrafted table in the corner. Approximately 3 feet high, it was bare on top with a drawer and a cabinet in it. Checking the drawer, I found all the necessary elements for Maera to set up a temporary altar for her stay – several small altar cloths, candles and candleholders, a small sage bundle and a small seashell, and a box of matches. Closing the drawer, I double checked the cabinet, to find that it, too, was well stocked with altar supplies – several different God and Goddess representations, a small copper wand with a citrine gemstone atop it, and a small black-handled athame in a leather sheath. Smiling at both Branwen and Samhain, who were watching me, I took a final look around.  Satisfied that I would not have to add anything, I left the room.
I brushed my teeth and dressed in jeans and a comfortable linen shirt. Braiding my long auburn hair into a single plait that fell down my back, I sighed. I stared at my reflection in the mirror.  My blue eyes stared back at me from my fair complexion.  My slightly round face was devoid of blemishes, except for a smattering of faint freckles across my nose and cheeks. I pulled myself to my full height of 5’4” and eyed myself in the mirror.  Noting that I was paler than usual, I briefly debated applying makeup, but decided against it. Nothing a little time getting sun in the garden won’t cure, I decided.  Walking back into my room, I sank down into my oversized armchair to pull on my socks and my work boots. I laced them tightly, then laughed as Branwen snuffled at my face. 
“Now, Bran….  It’s time to do some yard work. No playing yet,” I laughed again.  Branwen looked at me from her soulful brown eyes and placed a paw on my knee. Knowing I was being suckered, I decided to appease my loyal companion. Reaching under my chair for her rope toy, I dangled it above her head. 
“Ready?” I asked. She barked in response. I heaved it through my bedroom door and down the hall and she scrambled after it. Samhain watched her from the bed, then jumped down and padded down the hall after her.
I walked down the hall into my airy and bright kitchen. I loaded the dishwasher and got it running, then went into the little storeroom that functioned as a gateway between the kitchen and my backyard. Containing mostly shelving of glass jars storing dried herbs, as well as a long work bench with hanging space above it for the drying process, it also held some of my gardening equipment and, most importantly, some of Branwen’s outside toys. Getting my gloves, gardening tools, and my herb basket, I reached for her Frisbee, too.
“Oh, Branwen… Momma has your Frisbee!” I called into the house.
Frisbee is a very pleasing word to Branwen’s ears. She peeked around the corner into the storeroom and saw it in my hand before perking up. She trotted in after me, leaving Samhain bewildered in the doorway. I tossed a catnip mouse into the kitchen for Samhain, who chased after it gladly. Branwen followed me outside into the yard. I tossed the Frisbee for her some, before settling down to do some weeding, trimming, and harvesting. 
Humming to myself as I worked, I gathered some fresh lavender, rosemary, eucalyptus, and bay leaves. I was working on weeding around my comfrey when Branwen gave out a short bark. I looked up to see her standing alert, looking into the forest. Following her intent gaze, I peered into the trees, but saw nothing that would have gotten her attention. Picking up everything, I walked over to her and pulled off a glove. Placing a hand on the top of head, I looked again in the same direction, stroking the softness of her fur.
“What is it, girl? What do you see?” I murmured. 
Branwen barked once again and sat. She looked up at me, expectantly. I closed my eyes and searched again, this time with all my senses, to try to understand what she was telling me – and then I felt it. An energy trace, very faint, but off from everything else. I couldn’t place it; it was completely unfamiliar to me. I breathed deeply and grounded and centered, my hand still atop Branwen’s head. Going very still, I reached out to the edges of my property, to the wards and protections I’d set in place the day I’d moved to this idyllic property, wards and protections I worked on routinely to keep them strong and in place. None of them were disturbed, so no one had trespassed. And yet, that faint dissonance was still present, just beyond the boundaries of my property, going into the forest. 
“Well, Bran,” I began, “I guess you’re just going to have to keep a look out. It’s not coming to us, but we should be prepared, just in case.” I gathered everything, including her Frisbee, and started towards the house. Branwen looked into the forest again, then followed after me.



Well, I hope you enjoyed it!

04 September 2012

Call Out.... postponed.

Recently (why, just last week) a dear and wonderful friend, whom I consider to be a sister, damn near called me out on her blog. How so, might you ask?

Why, I'm so glad you did.

You see, she posted this wonderful blog about the LOOK challenge.
I know, it seems harmless. Fantastic even, for we get (thanks to the LOOK challenge) a sneak peek at her novella, Gypsy Magick. For those of you still catching up, Gypsy Magick is a novella sequel to her first work, Magick Charm. And if you haven't read that, then why the hell are you still here? GO TO AMAZON. BUY IT. READ IT. You will be so much better for it.

I digress.

If you scroll down, past the lovely sneak peek, you'll see a list. A list? Yes, a list. A list of people she is challenging to share a sneak peek of their work.

And now we come back full circle. CALLED OUT. Perhaps you think this a mild overreaction. You could be correct. In a parallel universe.  You see, I am so overdue finishing two separate works at this point, it has become a running joke. A JOKE, I tell you.

Hence, I've been called out.

So, later today, after doing some editing for a wonderful up and coming author (well, and after taking a nap, because I still haven't gone to sleep yet from an overnight shift), I will be posting a sneak peek of one of my two novels. Both of which are untitled. And I haven't decided which one to post yet. I'll sleep on that.

I love you, J Sunny. :-) But I will get you. Just wait.

28 August 2012

Sunshine Award

The Sunshine Award is awarded to bloggers whose positivity and creativity inspires others in the blogosphere. 

One of my favorite authors, Jennifer Wells, just received this award. If you aren't familiar withe her work, shame on you! She is the amazing author behind Magick Charm and Practically Dreaming, both available at Amazon.com. She was kind enough to share the love and nominate me.

So, the rules for accepting this award are as follows:
  • Link back to the person who gave me the award.
  • Answer the following questions.
  • Nominate ten bloggers for the award.
  • Link my nominees to the post and let them know about the award.


Now, for the questions!
What is your favorite Christmas/festive movie?
The Nutcracker Prince. I love the ballet, too, don't get me wrong. It's amazing, especially if you get to see it at The Kennedy Center. When I was younger, we moved around a lot because my mom was an officer in the USAF. We lived in northern Japan (Misawa Air Force Base) for 3 years. This is where I discovered the movie, at a Shoppette not far from my house. I rented the hell out of this movie, every chance I got. I love the music (I listen to it all the time) and visually, it's a wonderful representation of the story of The Nutcracker Prince. It's one of the few kid movies (besides Disney, let's be real here) that I still own and quested to find on DVD. Yeah, I found it. That's right. Booyah.

What is your favorite flower? 
Crap. What is my favorite flower? Hm. Well, I love those roses are yellow except at the top of the petal, where they're more of a red/pink. I call them fire roses, cause I have no idea what they are actually named. I love moonflowers (I used to grow them on my balcony in my apartment. Boy, I loved how they smelled in the evenings.) I guess that's them.

What is your favorite non-alcoholic beverage?
Chai Tea. Regular iced tea is a close second, but I am totally addicted to chai. Yum.

What is your passion?
Reading and writing (they go hand in hand, don't you think?) I'm a (self)published author.  You can find my collection of poetry, Pieces of the Soul, on Amazon. I'm an editor (my poor editees, I think I make them crazy), and I probably ready somewhere between 75-150 books a year, depending on what's going on. Which reminds me, I'm behind this year. All that editing! I am slowly also working on a novel (yeah, yeah, yeah Sam and J Sunny. One of these days.)

What is your favorite time of year?
When it isn't blazing hot. No, seriously, I can't pick one part of the year as my absolute favorite. I love spring because I love to see how everything comes back from winter. I love how blue the sky is in summer and the beautiful days you can have (just not the ones that feel like you're in a sauna). I love fall because I love the changing of the leaves. I love winter because I love how blue the sky is - but different from summertime - and the crispness of the air. 

What is your favorite time of day?
I'm with Jennifer Wells: Night. I am so not a morning person, either. Just ask any of my coworkers. If I haven't had some of my chai yet, I can't even talk to them. If I'm cranky, they tell me to shush and drink more of my chai to be be human. I am such a non-morning person that I just bought a Keurig to take to work. Chai all day long? Yes, please!

What is your favorite physical activity?
You are joking, right? Huh. Well... I do love to swim. Not in the laps and laps kind of way, but splash around and cool down and have fun kind of way. You know, Marco Polo and all that. I also do like to take walks when the weather is nice. It's a shame you don't count crossword puzzles as a physical activity. When you're stumped, it seems awfully physical. Course, that could just be me throwing the pen and the white out across the room...

What is your favorite vacation?
One where I can relax, sleep in some, take pictures, and read! Yeah, I know. I'm easy. :-)

Here are some of my favorite bloggers and my nominees for the Sunshine Award:
5. Jean Murray, over at Wicked Romance
6. Kara DeCarlo, over at Kara Paints
7. Nes Mulheren at Between Occupations  
8. Amber, Head Pixie, at Swamp Pixie Herbal
9. Kym at Thinking in vain

07 April 2012

Exactly






This is from one of my favorite internet comics, Sinfest. I cannot count the number of times that I have looked at the things I wrote at some point in the past and shuddered in horror. HORROR, I tell you. It's completely impossible to be objective about one's own poetry. Instead, we rip it up, tear it down, and generally want to hide it from the world.

Why did I publish a book of it then, you ask. Well. That's a damn fine question. I honestly just wanted to have a pretty looking, nice, clean hardback to give to my mom. Really. That's how I ended up publishing Pieces of the Soul. Kind of silly, hm?

I mean, there's one or two that, in retrospect, I'm kind of proud of and I can feel okay about it. But that's pretty much it.

How many of you can look at your work objectively? And how on earth do you do it?

25 July 2011

Research

Research by Lady Lyre
Research, a photo by Lady Lyre on Flickr.
I would much rather be writing than researching and trying to chart. What possible research could be doing to create family trees, do you ask?

Why, names. Common given names, common surnames. English names, Irish names, German names. Male names, female names. GAH. SO MANY NAMES. And I need a list of a bunch with which to populate my town and have a frame of reference for what some of the characters are talking about. I really wish this had occurred to me earlier. Of course, if my characters hadn't hijacked so much, I wouldn't have ended up here. Sigh. I hate research.

ROW80 Update

So, on one hand, I am progressing quite nicely in my writing efforts. I have new scenes marked to be written (to include necessary pieces from 3rd person perspective so that I can write other, later scenes) and have actually done some good writing in a current, albeit longer than expected scene.

On the other hand, I am in so much trouble. You know how when you're writing and just plugging along and you see a character in a certain way, because that's who the character is, and then you hit a point where, to maintain the truth of that character, you have to do more work?

Right. So, I now have to create geneologies for some of the characters (because it actually is important) so I can keep them straight, for 3 specific conversations that one character is going to have. I realized this while talking with my mom about a way that my grandmother talks about locals in her small town, an element that fits beautifully with a particular character. As my mom and I talked about how my grandma does this, we both realized that, in order for me to keep everyone straight, I'm going to need family trees. Well, hell. So, during tonight's overnight shift, I will not be so much 'writing' as I will be 'charting.' Family tree charting, that is. Doh.

20 July 2011

ROW80 Update

Okay, so I definitely am only getting writing done 5 days a week. My 2 12.5 hour days are just not possible for writing. I am too tired when I get home and my brain does not want to do anything. Otherwise, things are going pretty well.

Except for the realization the other day that I'm going to have to shift from 1st person to 3rd person. CRAP. That's for the editing. Once I finish the scene I'm in, I'm going to have everything be in 3rd person and I can fix the stuff that's already been written when I get to the editing phase.

I would like to know, oh Muse, why did you not clue me into this earlier? Do you have any idea how much work this is going to cause me later on? Of course you do. You just don't care, do you? Damn.

On a positive note, I do have some really clever scenes coming up that I'm really looking forward to writing, so they should go relatively smoothly.