Wednesday, April 1, 2015

A to Z Challenge and a very silly IWSG

Another month has--wait! Shut the Front Door! Do not tell me it is April.

It's April. Like for real? Are you sure this isn't an April Fool's joke?

Okay, well, it's the first Wednesday of a new month, so that means it's time to let out the insecurities of being a writer (but really, it's April already?? How is that even legal?). Head on over to the Ninja Captain, hop on the linky and get moving with the cohosts Suzanne Furness, Tonja Drecker, Toi Thomas, Rachna Chhabria, Fundy Blue, and Donna Hole.

This month, I have plenty to be insecure about. I'm doing the A to Z challenge, and for a couple years I've gotten right up to the edge and backed out. Well, not this time. This time, I started vlogging. Oh yeah, that's me. My face. I'm just throwing myself out there, and I'm nervous, of course. So yeah, insecurities abound.

Which brings me to...

The A to Z challenge! This month I'm vlogging about all the things writers aren't supposed to talk about. I'm going to be doing it in short videos (think vlogbrothers, but not as cool and less editing), and one a day. 

And yeah, that's nerve wracking.

On to the video: Alone, but should we writers stay that way. (also, my kitty, puck makes an appearance as the dark shadow).

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Ideas are cheap

At least I tell myself that. But then I have an idea.

And here's how that goes

Shiny New Idea: (waving frantically) Hey! Hey! WRITE ME!! No, don't listen to that other idea! Write me!

Me: I have work to do. You know, a contract?

SNI: But I'm a brilliant new idea. You should be honored to have even had me. Do you know how rare we are?

Me: I had a good idea for a whole trilogy last week, what makes you so different?

SNI: I have an awesome title. (holds out hands while nodding)

Me: I don't have time for this.

SNI: But I won't let you down like all those other ideas. I am the IT factor. (widens eyes and nods).

Me:(long suffering sigh) Fine. I'll write you down. That's all I can promise. You'll have to wait in line with the others.

SNI: A line? A NUMBER? Fine, you wanna make me wait, fine. Have ALL THE THOUGHTS! (floods my brain with the whole world, the strange cultures, the twists, the imagery) HA! SEE IF YOU CAN WRITE LIKE THAT!

Me: Alright, I'll put together an outline, but I really do have a deadline. I need some space.

SNI: Okay, I can be patient. (leaks more imagery and some FEELS)

Me: Hey, I said space, okay?

SNI: I just don't want you to forget. I think I'm pretty awesome.

Me: I noticed.

SNI: (leaks more details)

Me: (sigh)

Monday, March 23, 2015

And for my theme...

Okay, you got me, I haven't done an A to Z challenge yet, and this year isn't looking good. In fact, I usually take April off from blogging (read: my posting doesn't change at all, but I pretend to post less for my sanity).

And part of the reason that I'm not jumping into A to Z this year is that I start to run out of things to blog about. I mean, yes, I can regale you all with tales of my life, but really, we only need one poopy post, I think I've got that covered.

Most of what I think I should talk about is entirely forbidden.

Hmmm, forbidden. I'll have to think on that. I could do an entire A to Z on the forbidden conversations in publishing.

Well, I'll have to give that some thought.

How about you, do you feel like you're running out of topics for blogging?

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Feeling like a square peg surrounded by round holes, a super late IWSG

I don’t know how many of you feel like the world was built for you, but my guess is not many. For me, the world is designed for people smaller than me. Now, I know smaller people swear that the world is designed for tall people, but that’s not been my experience.

My jeans are three inches too shortalways.
My shoes? I wear them a size small because they rarely make them in my actual size.
I hit my head on door jambs. You'd be surprised how many people think it's okay to have non-standard door jambs.
Toilets are designed for the Wizard of Oz's lollipop kids as far as I can tell.
My shirts always show midriff. Let me be clear, I do not want to show midriff, but woman’s clothing is designed for people 6 to 8 inches shorter than me. I wear a lot of camisoles because midriff is not a fashion choice I’m okay with.
My desk is already on two blocks, and to be truthful, I have to hunch to use it properly.
I hit my head on the roof of my car if I go over a bump.
That style of ¾ sleeves? I wore that way before it was a thing. ¾ sleeves don’t cover my elbows
Someone once asked me if I was comfortable in my chair and I laughed. The chairs don’t go high enough to be comfortable and fit under the desks.

My whole world doesn’t fit, and honestly, my stories don't fit either. To make matters worse, more and more, I don’t seem to have the ability to duck my head and stuff my stories into shoes that are a size too small. They don’t fit. Somehow, I can stuff my feet into those shoes, but I can’t make my stories suffer like that.

The only problem is, like all things, there are stories that are cute and get to wear the beautiful glass slippers (have you ever seen glass slippers in size 11? Yeah, me either), and then there are my stories. The cute stories get snapped up and it seems like everyone falls in love with them (yeah, they are cute, and they do wear those slippers like a boss, *sigh*). My stories, like my feet, have a big nob on the side. The toes might as well be prehensile, and that one is curled under with a giant bump from when the horse smashed it.

And that’s what I write. No amount of stuffing is going to get my stories into those beautiful glass slippers, and it's taken a while, but I'm okay with that. Those cute stories weren’t the ones I wanted to tell because I’m not the only person staring at those glass slippers and wishing that for once I got to have something cute and pretty, but I was too tall for ballet by the time I was 10. I’m not the only person with flipper shaped feet. They aren’t going to win any beauty contests, but they are perfect for swimming, and they’ve served me well in soccer, hockey, and fencing.

They are mine, a part of me that I can’t change. To me, stuffing my stories into those pigeon holes is like Anastasia chopping off her toe to be queen. It ain’t happening. I’m just glad that I found my voice before someone tried to convince me to stick my stories into those pretty little slippers.*

So, what do you think? Is the world made to order for you? Do you hate that tall people get everything? Are your stories the red-headed stepchildren of publishing?

*full disclosure, I do have a Cinderella story in the works, but it’s told from the fairy godmother’s point of view. It features pretty glass slippers and everything, just not for the MC. Also, I totally just watched the new Cinderella and I loved it. It was awesomeness.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

IWSG post fail

Yes, I know. I was supposed to post an IWSG. I had it all ready to go. So why didn't it post? Well, I got cold feet. I was feeling insecure, and then I wasn't. I wrote four different insecure writer's posts, so you'd think I would have managed to post one of them.

See, I'm at DisneyWorld (no really, it's good reason not to post--also, someone else is watching the house, so it's not like people can take advantage of our not being there). I had meant to post. I really had. It was right up there with drink plenty of water and get to bed early.

Those things did not happen either.

I'm just worried that my Insecurities right now are just a little too unprofessional. So yeah. I'm going to keep them to myself. Instead, look at this great picture of my daughter riding a carousel horse.

Okay, I'll sift through these posts and trickle out the parts that are fit for general consumption (well, maybe not, my thoughts have definitely been in the DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT! realm).

Monday, February 23, 2015

The Doctor is in: Dr. Strange Love

And taking over the blog today is Elizabeth Seckman! Her book, Defying Reason just released, and it's awesome. In light of her new book, I asked her to give us a little skinny on strange aspects of love:

Love is blind...and sometimes a little strange.

Here's a few of the oddities of that thing we humans call love and sex:

1. Married people often have similar DNA. No, they're not exactly cousins, but their DNA codes have a lot in common. 
2. Women can fake a sexy voice, but men, not so much. Like women aren't blamed for faking enough things in the bedroom! Anyhow, seems women can fool men by lowering their voice, whereas when men tried, women had a negative response. 
3. The brain in love is similar to the brain of an addict. A hit of cocaine will register the same pleasure response as someone in love. Lust, on the other hand, stimulates the hypothalamus. This area controls hunger and thirst. Now we know why love is lasting and lust lasts until, well...the next meal. 
4. Men burn more calories during sex than women. That may seem unfair, but hey- a calorie burned, is a calorie gone. 
5. STD's rates are increasing, not among the youngest among us, but in the elderly population. Seems those randy grannies and grandpa's need to ask the kiddos for some condom advice when they call about computer problems. 

The Book:

Jo Leigh Harper comes from a long line of trouble-making, white trash stock.
Tanner Coulter comes from a longer line of wealth-creating, blue blood stock.
Jo graduated college top of her class, moving toward a future full of possibilities.
Tanner dropped out of college, trading a law degree for drinking games and one night stands.

A family crisis throws the rich party boy and the poor genius girl together. The attraction is immediate, though neither one is a heart-in-the-sand-drawing believer in true love. But as the summer sun heats up along the shores of the Outer Banks, so does the connection between them. Maybe, just maybe, they can win at love by defying reason.

Author Bio:

Elizabeth is a multi-published author of books for people who are believers in happily-ever- after, true love, and stories with a bit of fun and twists with their plots. The mother of four young men, she tackles laundry daily and is the keeper of the kitchen. She lives along the shores of the Ohio River in West Virginia, but dreams daily of the beach. 

Friday, February 20, 2015

Waiting, Sleeping, and other things I am not good at

This past week, I’ve been in real estate negotiations with the very unenviable position of not having nearly enough money. If you’ve been in my shoes, you know what it’s like to be a bottom feeder. This whole past week has been like the first time I queried. I always have my phone on me, and every time it buzzes, I jump, hoping that it’s the calldreading that it’s the call.

This high alert status has led my body to kick back into emergency status sleeping routines. In short: I sleep 5 and half hours, then BAM! Awake.


This is nothing new, but I had hoped that at some point in my life I would have figured out how to make the whole sleeping thing work. And most frustrating, my SO sleeps for 10 or 12 hours at a stretch. EERRRG!

On the other hand, I’m always complaining that there aren’t enough hours in the day, so I’m just starting to tack them on at 3 and 4 am. Back to work for me, I guess.