Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Be a Badass Writer — IWSG (17)

You rock!
You are awesome!
You are you and you're special. 

Pretty darn special, I would say. Keep it cool though, because this doesn't mean you're better than anyone else. You just have something to offer the written world that no one else can. Why? Because your life, your experiences, your demeanor, and the way you see every thing that surrounds you, makes what you have to say unique. And we want to read your uniqueness. So if you were feeling down, I'm here to cheer for you.

Writers are an interesting kind of breed. We go from a high of "this is the best idea on earth" to "this just sucks monkey balls." And we torment ourselves back and forth with the same thoughts over and over . . . but we love it. Insecurity and low self-esteem is something we all feel at some point or another; I'd like to say they're practically on rotation. But since we're one of a kind, we willingly offer ourselves up to self-doubt and low moments . . . which are funny enough, the moments that bring out our brilliance. We sometimes feel that all we've written is garbage, that no one will ever want to read our work, or that we've done nothing more than waste our time. But that's not true, that's being a writer full of insecurity talking. Or just being a writer period.

We need the lows to get to the highs. Each word we write is a learning opportunity. If we take advantage of learning through our mistakes, we grow. So take pride in all that you write. Feel confident that what you have to say and how you say it means something to the rest of us. Know that the only time you fail is when you give up, and since you haven't done that (you're not allowed), then you're a badass writer. Yes, a badass writer. Embrace it and write ALL the words. Let the world revolve around you when you're writing every now and then, and give yourself an ego a boost. Heck even be a bit obnoxious about it if you must . . . but in privacy, eh? Let's not get out of hand and attack the rest of the world with our "greatness." You are great, just let that shine in your work. See that ferocious lion in the mirror and roar on that page.

No one else can share your stories the way you do. So exercise your confidence and write like it's nobody else's business . . . even though it's for everyone to read o_O . . . err, but that's for later. So tell me, are you a badass writer or what?

This post is part of the Insecure Writer's Support Group hop.
Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!  Posting is first Wednesday of every month. Click here for more info.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Let's Do It the Old Fashioned Way

Rock? Nope.
Scissors? Maybe . . .
Paper? Oh, hell yes!
Pen? How many? 
Because you mean several pens, right? 
I need pens, so yes!

Raise your hand if you practically live on the computer. And don't be literal, not on top of it (no one likes a smartass) (well, depends on your delivery), but using computers on a daily basis for hours at a time.

Yeah, me too, guys. Me too. I'm a big fan. Well, technically I'm on the laptop not a desktop computer, but that's neither here nor there. I enjoy typing away to my heart's content. I enjoy popping on Google to do research with just a couple of clicks. I may . . . on occasion . . . enjoy Facebook and Pinterest, but I'm not admitting to a thing. I also like the fact that emails pop right up, which is handy if I'm eagerly awaiting one (usually from Amazon saying "your order has shipped"). Ahem . . .

But those are distractions aren't they?
Yes. Yes, they are.

Now, I will assume that if you like to write you also enjoy or enjoyed writing on paper at one time or another. I'm here to suggest you try to go back to that once in a while. I've been writing the old-fashioned way a bit more lately and have been enjoying it. Sure my hands can get crampy sometimes, but let's not pretend carpal tunnel doesn't exist. Pen and paper gives me a different kind of thrill. A nostalgic kind, if that's a thing. I remember it influencing my love for writing to begin with. And did I mention it cuts out distractions?

When last did you write the old-fashioned way? 

Don't you remember it being easy on the eyes? There's no glaring light shining down your beautiful face. There's easy access to every single word you wrote down, even if you put a line through it. You get artsy ink splattered on your fingers (yes, artsy. It's abstract looking, no?).  You can go just about anywhere to write, with no worries of power ever running out. Well, maybe your energy will run out, but snack or drink something and you'll be fine. I think. Sure it may take longer to write, but but but . . . it can be liberating. 

Is it perfect? Of course not. 

But how many first drafts are ever perfect? What I'm saying is it can be freeing to just let go. Scribble away and make little bubble notes where you want. Since it's messy regardless go ahead and draw lines with little arrows, or hearts, whatever floats your boat. It will all be fixed when you get it on the screen . . . and that's probably not until a couple revisions, so what's the worry? 

And hey, If you suddenly remember there was an article you meant to read or a YouTube video that looked funny, you can always turn to a page further down and make notes to get to them. So don't fuzz, just make a list of things you'll do on the computer later on. How good will it feel when you check them off after? Even if its mindless internet stuff, checking off to-dos always feel good ;)

Anyway, there's nothing wrong with mixing it up once in a while. What do you think? 

Do you currently engage in my pen & paper "activity"? 
Or will you be trying it when you're feeling stuck?

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Readers Are All the Rage!

All of us creative types know that when we  . . . well, when we create for the lack of a better word (way to be creative there, SK), we must do it for ourselves first and foremost. As writers we have to listen to our hearts. Feed our passion. Pour our most insane and intimate thoughts on paper. And most importantly tell the stories we have buried inside while keeping it real, real for us and only us.


But also wrong.

Because dammit, apparently readers are all the rage. 

And apparently we have to tell OUR stories the way our readers will accept it. And apparently there are many shoulds and shouldn'ts when it comes to this. They are the driving force behind our work, after all. If we're not writing for our work to be read, then what are we doing? Sure. We do it for us. How sweet. But not really. We do it for them . . . our lovely readers. 

Here's my problem and reminder all in one: 
there's a difference in writing for readers & in writing for reviewers. 

Often we get lost in thinking of the critiques. Of what has already been done. Of what reviewers will say. Of the ratings they will give that part of us we decided to share but chopped up so they would give us a favorable amount of stars. Sometimes those "reviewers" don't exactly care if this is the way your darling soul felt the story went down when it was pouring out your bleeding veins. Nope. If they can't relate, then you suck. And we'd like to think, "well, what do you know? Tell your own story your way if you want." If only it was that easy . . . because, did you know? Reviewers are also all the rage in our world, so we have to play nice.

Sure, technically readers and reviewers are one and the same. 

But its the way we approach our writing when thinking of them that matters. You know, if you don't focus on just how you want to tell your story for you. Let's be honest, they're at the back of our minds when writing one way or another. We have to just remember that our readers will read and feel our stories if we write it and convey it that way. We have to not get lost in the "but it must be completely and absolutely unique" aspect of it, because we need them to relate after all and sometimes the overthinking is what causes disconnects. We have to remember that even on a given day we ourselves hate and love our work, so we just have to keep our fingers crossed we didn't catch them on a bad day (bribery might work here). 

We also have to remember that most readers do not leave reviews. And the ones who do? It's always a matter of preference, if they like or don't like something . . . well, they're right. We're no better off if we try to explain why they should love or accept a part of our work just like they're no better if they try to tell us how to write our stories. But they can like and dislike parts of our work, that's why we write them. For them to feel something. So . . . readers are all the rage. But if you take pride in your work and accept that your stories are yours but share them anyway, it will all be fine. Because did you know?

For readers, authors are all the rage.
Go rage it up. No pressure.

***PS. I'm not having reviews issues of any kind. It's just a general thought on how we sometimes write while having readers' reactions in mind. :) ***

CATCH ME WHEN I FALL By Vicki Leigh — Blog Tour and Excerpt!

Thursday, November 6th, 2014

About Catch Me When I Fall:

Genre: young-adult, urban-fantasy, paranormal-romance
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Date of Release­­: October 23, 2014
Cover Artist: Conzpiracy Digital Arts

Recruited at his death to be a Protector of the Night, seventeen-year-old Daniel Graham has spent two-hundred years fighting Nightmares and guarding humans from the clawed, red-eyed creatures that feed off people’s fears. Each night, he risks his eternal life, having given up his chance at an afterlife when he chose to become a Protector. That doesn’t stop a burnt-out Daniel from risking daring maneuvers during each battle. He’s become one of the best, but he wants nothing more than to stop.

Then he’s given an assignment to watch over sixteen-year-old Kayla Bartlett, a clinically depressed patient in a psychiatric ward. Nightmares love a human with a tortured past. Yet, when they take a deep interest in her, appearing in unprecedented numbers, the job becomes more dangerous than any Daniel’s ever experienced. He fights ruthlessly to keep the Nightmares from overwhelming his team and Kayla. Soon, Daniel finds himself watching over Kayla during the day, drawn to why she’s different, and what it is about her that attracts the Nightmares. And him.

A vicious attack on Kayla forces Daniel to break the first Law and reveal his identity. Driven by his growing feelings for her, he whisks her away to Rome where others like him can keep her safe. Under their roof, the Protectors discover what Kayla is and why someone who can manipulate Nightmares has her in his sights. But before they can make a move, the Protectors are betrayed and Kayla is kidnapped. Daniel will stop at nothing to save her. Even if it means giving up his immortality.

Find Catch Me When I Fall Online:

* * * Excerpt * * * 

Kayla sat in a rocking chair, staring out her window at the courtyard below, dressed in the white outfit that identified her as a patient. Her dark brown hair fell in waves over her left shoulder, and her full lips were tight in concentration. With pastels, she sketched the profile of one of the patients sitting in the courtyard.
Kayla’s large, hazel eyes flickered over the features of the old man below. She was more attractive than I could’ve imagined, so much more stunning than in the picture Giovanni gave me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
A knock at the door made her jump. She turned her head as a nurse wearing SpongeBob SquarePants scrubs waltzed in with a glass of water in one hand. The other carried a small paper cup.
“How are you feeling today, Kayla?” the nurse asked.
“I’m all right.” Even her voice was beautiful. The way she said the words were as if she was singing, her tone a melodic alto sound.
“Glad to hear it, sweetie. I brought your medicine. You should take it before you come down for lunch. You had a rough night.”
Kayla pouted as she took the small, paper cup and swallowed the pills with the glass of water.
“What’s she thinking?” I asked Tabbi. As a Dreamweaver, she could read humans’ minds. Weavers were limited in the fact that they couldn’t read other Protectors, but if a human was within a certain radius of Tabbi, she could focus on the person’s thought pattern and hear what they were thinking.
Tabbi shook her head. “It’s all a jumbled mess. She’s trying not to think. And the nurse thinks she’s crazy. They gave her a shot two nights ago. The nurse hopes they won’t need to use it again tonight.”
They used a tranquilizer on Kayla? She couldn’t weigh much. How could she possibly be a danger?
The nurse took the glass back from Kayla and told her they’d be back for her in thirty minutes for lunch. Kayla returned to her chair and continued working on her portrait.
“Why did they give her the shot?” I asked.
 “She was screaming, and when the nurses tried to calm her down, she fought them. She scratched one and wouldn’t wake up. She kept screaming, ‘He’s going to hurt me! Don’t let him hurt me!’” Tabbi shuddered, and I frowned.
“Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle this?” I’d seen some pretty freaky stuff before. But from what I’d read in the emails she sent, Tabbi had only helped Weave for old people who lived happy, quiet lives in nursing homes. She’d yet to see anything like this.
Tabbi’s green eyes bore into mine. “Stop babying me, Daniel.”
I raised my hands in defeat. There was no point in arguing that she was still, technically, a child. “All right, sorry.” I returned my attention to the beautiful girl in the chair. Who would want to hurt her?

* * * 

About The Author:

Adopted at three-days-old by a construction worker and a stay-at-home mom, Vicki Leigh grew up in a small suburb of Akron, Ohio where she learned to read by the age of four and considered being sent to her room for punishment as an opportunity to dive into another book. By the sixth grade, Vicki penned her first, full-length screenplay. If she couldn’t be a writer, Vicki would be a Hunter (think Dean and Sam Winchester) or a Jedi. Her favorite place on earth is Hogwarts (she refuses to believe it doesn’t exist), and her favorite dreams include solving cases alongside Sherlock Holmes.

Vicki is an editor for Curiosity Quills Press and is represented by Sarah Negovetich of Corvisiero Literary Agency.

Find Vicki Leigh Online:

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Meet the Women of Power in SOULLESS by Crystal Collier . . . & Giveaway!

Women of Power
by Crystal Collier

Casting is especially difficult for me because I'm a SUPER visual person, so when I create characters, I have a VERY specific image in mind. It's almost impossible to find a match. Because of that, there are no easy-fit actors or actresses for my characters. (Contains spoilers for those who haven't read MOONLESS. Get your copy October 13, 20, 27, 31 or November 7 for FREE.)


(Jenna Coleman--not a true match, but as close as we can get.)

Alexia's world has been a whirlwind of upsets since her first prophetic nightmare came truth with the death of a neighboring nobleman. (Say nothing about how she's begun manipulating time.) She's a determined young woman, a bit against the grain (especially for her era), who challenges the dark and fears only that the man of her dreams will come to his senses and realize she's more of a weakness and burden than an appropriate future wife. 


(Carey Mulligan, but give her light blue eyes, and one eye that droops.)

Mae is a gentle, blind soul who manages an inn on the outskirts of civilization...but don't let her easy manner fool you. With a smart tongue, she is a woman of great and deadly power. She is trusted by the leader of the Passionate with some of the greatest assets their people possess. 


(Helen Mirren)
Ethel has been around for much longer than one might guess by looking at her. With the gift to travel by mist, she's the right-hand asset of the Passionate--although she fains living as a "seamstress." She serves as a surrogate mother to Alexia and will also claim she's in retirement. (She's not.) 

(Leslie Nicol)

Nelly has a nasty history and has fallen under the protection of the Passionate leader. By his decree, she will never be asked to use her gifts, ever, but that doesn't mean she won't use them to protect those she loves.


The Soulless are coming.

Alexia manipulated time to save the man of her dreams, and lost her best friend to red-eyed wraiths. Still grieving, she struggles to reconcile her loss with what was gained: her impending marriage. But when her wedding is destroyed by the Soullessówho then steal the only protection her people haveósheís forced to unleash her true power.

And risk losing everything.

Book 2 in the Maiden of Time trilogy.

Meet the characters for yourselves by getting the books HERE,
or enter to win some AWESOME prizes.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Deleting the Best Part of You

This is inspiring, encouraging, and personal 
in a way only a writer would understand.
I was drawn into every word by author Raymond Esposito.
It spoke directly to the writer in me and it's something I really needed to 'hear.'
 Then I thought maybe you would appreciate it as much as I did, so I'm sharing it.
Please visit his blog to comment & to stalk follow:

Deleting the Best Part of You

“Every dream, every possibility, and every journey –real or imagined – begins with two words, “what if…”
You know I’m only here so we could talk. So pull up a chair and sit down because we have much to discuss. “What?” you ask. Well, everything really. Hopes, dreams, the things we want, those we can’t have, the stuff we’d die for, and of course, perhaps most importantly—the things we’re too afraid to pursue. There’s plenty on that list isn’t there? We’re writers after all, so who knows better than us of all the things our words refuse to say?
People misjudge us all the time. Many too busy bashing with those foolish preconceived notions that writer’s are narcissistic, fame hounds to really understand the things that lie within the author. The joy, the pain, the hope, the fear, the courage. Courage may seem a funny word for someone who lives in his head and not on a battlefield. But isn’t there bravery in being the first to ask, “what if?” When we answer, don’t we put a piece of ourselves on that page for others to examine? Don’t we work so hard to mask that raw emotion in colors of plot and textures of dialog? Is anyone else so honest?
And that’s what I wanted to speak with you about—what if? What if you really went for it? The honesty in your writing I mean. I know you’re holding back on us a bit. That some of the best of you has been deleted from that page. Worries that people might not understand, that they might laugh, that some set of rules mean you can’t be you, some false belief that we don’t want the real you. That’s not the real problem, of course.
Honesty takes courage. Honesty with one’s self the most courage. The world isn’t holding you back, you are. What matter is the opinions from the land of strangers? How can they really see you anyway—you can’t even see the real you in the mirror. You only see the things you believe will make the world reject you. But in truth, you are only hiding from yourself. And yet you remain so close.
It’s why you write. Not to speak in plots, but to whisper in truth. The truth of who you are and all the things you think and all that you feel. You want to say it all. You want people to laugh with you, cry with you, to stand in awe at how beautiful this world is when seen through your wonderful eyes. But still you delete the best of you from the page.
It takes courage to give so much of yourself for all to see. To, with the unfettered passion of your heart, chase those dreams. And there is fear. Fear that the words aren’t good enough, that in rejecting their meaning people may also reject your meaning. Except it’s not true. Because inside all of us is that same fear and the solace we find is when we see it in others and realize we aren’t really alone—the safety and warmth in those honest numbers.
I want you to win. I want you to catch your dreams. I want you to win by being you. Because if I can see you, the real you, in your words, then I too might find such courage to show the real me in mine. So what if? What if you told me that story you really want to tell me? What if you didn’t try to imagine “how” I might accept your words and just gave me the true, honest ones? What if you didn’t delete the best part of you from the page?
I would love that and I would love you for sharing it. Some people might run in fear from such a thing. Fear that they may be asked to do the same. Fear because they aren’t you and me. They aren’t ready to be the real them. They’re still following all the rules no one ever really made. Doing the right thing, being the right person, writing the right book. But that’s why I asked you here. Because you and I, we’re trying for something a little different. Something a little more honest…something a little more us. We’re not here to rationalize the right reasons that we do the wrong things. We make many things up, but never the stuff that’s in our hearts. We leave those lies for others. We’re writers and honesty is the raft we ride through that sea of fiction.
I see that dream you know? It’s there in your eyes and your expression. I know it well. I see it each morning when I look in my own mirror. And that’s why I brought you here, because I want to tell you to chase that passion, to pursue that dream, I’m cheering for you and I’d give you the courage to do it, if such was mine to give. But what if? What if you just did it? Just put that story, the real one inside of you, onto that page. And lived that real story—the story that is you. It’s scary I know, but here’s what I believe most of all—if you do it, your world will love you.
So go out there and be you. And damn those who are frightened or angered by your honesty. Be you for all of us who want you to win. Be you for everyone who has ever read “the end” and said “wow.” Be you for everyone who has ever found a piece of themselves in a book. Be you for everyone still too afraid. Be you because we can’t find you otherwise. Be you because it’s the most beautiful version.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

I Like Them in Multiples . . .

"Become a mother," they said.
"It will be easy," they said.
"Write books & raise twins," they said.
You know what I said?
"That's psychotic behavior, right there. Where do I sign up?"

Actually no one said any of that, but my last line stays true. It's also a good segue to this: today my Twinkies are officially four years old. Wow! And yay! Also: cake, cake, cake!

Okay, so that means nothing to you. Well, maybe the "cake" part spoke to your soul, so there's that. But OMG the kids are growing up so fast. They're lovely, awesome, and energy sucking little leeches. They are tons of work. Doubly so, being twins and all. Is it difficult? YES. Yet, I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. When I'm done with the double-trouble phases, I'm done. So in my mind everyone else is a sucker :P

Speaking of doing things in multiples. Books. I'm writing them in the same way—a few at a time. Kids? Two is good. Books? It seems I'm going for triplets and a half with that. Is it difficult? YES, and I would definitely change it if I had the time and energy. Multiple-plot troubles isn't fun and the phases seem never-ending. Still, the plan is when these are done, to write more obviously. Now I'm the sucker :P

So I'm a multitasking Mommy-Author. However, I learned recently to work on what's speaking to me or I get nothing done. . . which is exactly why I get little done. Because what does speak to me 90% of the time are these two birthday people:

Our birthday last year!

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

My New 2014 Business Card — IWSG (15)

So here's the thing . . .

The thing is . . . well the thing is the thing, isn't it? We make "the thing" whatever we want it to be. And my current thing is all about playing catch up. This year really surprised me in many ways, but more specifically in learning something positive about myself. I say "positive" because it's all I got at the moment and I refuse to go with "insecurity" this round. Here's the thing I learned: I now have a new title to go alongside my 'writer' title.

I've been working on several different projects, but I haven't exactly finished the one that was supposed to be done by now. Or any of them for that matter. And so now I can officially proclaim myself as a professional procrastinator. So this is my new business card:

So now with three months to go until we say goodbye to the lovely 2014, I have to perform some kind of miracle. Nothing rushed, mind you . . . well at this point, it wouldn't be rushed would it? Ha! No, I have to play catch up and I have to get something finished. Probably Static . . . since I have the cover ready and all. OMG I have the cover ready! And it's awesome! But of course I'd say that since it's my book cover, whatevs! I will finish revision and after getting some critiques I'll set up a reveal. I just want it to be closer to release so it's not a wasted promo. And then, and then, and then . . . I hope to keep the momentum going (not the procrastinating one).

So tell me about you.
What title are you adding to your business card this year?

This post is part of the Insecure Writer's Support Group hop.
Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!  Posting is first Wednesday of every month. Click here for more info.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

So You Wanna Be a Writer?

Then WRITE dammit!

I've always enjoyed writing. I wrote lyrics, poems, jokes, rewrote commercials to fit my ideas, and my own kiddy stories. All before I was twelve. Of the lot, only poems were shared because I knew I nailed the rhyming—my poor mother had to endure those. The rest? Well, come on, they "weren't good enough to share yet", but it didn't stop me from trying. Heck, I got in trouble in 4th and 5th grade for not doing homework . . . several times. Who had time for that? I was busy practicing for my "make-stuff-upper" future. Priorities and all. "Oh no TV time?" Well darn it . . . I guess I'll stay in my room . . . and write or read. Ha! Joke's on you my dear parents. The joke is ON you.

Here's the thing: I did it all in Spanish and that was cool and easy 'cause it's my first language. And then English happened when I moved here. Like seriously? WTF. It totally messed with my brain. Don't get me wrong, I loved learning it. But suddenly I thought: well there it goes, I can no longer write. Like there was some kind of law stopping me from pursuing a passion just because of language change. Stupidest thought I've ever had (cut me a break, though, I was only fourteen). Still, it took years for me to try again. Sure I did some original writing in high school and college but I *just knew* I could never be good enough because of language barrier. Again: WTF. I don't know about you, but sometimes I blow my own mind with my ridiculous thoughts. It's almost like I have a special gift for stopping myself from being brave or something.

Guess what? 
I still fancied myself a writer. But I didn't write. Therefore I wasn't. 

I can aspire to be a writer all I want. I can dream about it. I can make doodles on blank pages, but if I don't write at least a line or two, then I'm only fooling myself. And that's the worst: letting ourselves down. I didn't want to allow language insecurities getting to me and stopping me. So I wrote in Spanish and translated it to English. Then I tried in English as a big leap of faith . . . you'd think being creative in English was impossible the way I was going about it, but alas. The point is, I did it. I tried, then slowly and surely it became okay to call myself a writer. I realized it didn't matter if I shared my words or not, I just had to write. No excuses. 

What does that have to do with me now? Well, sometimes I still let the dream or fear take over and think I'm a fraud. But if I'm writing, I'm not. Right? (Just go with it) I have to keep going and remember the first step is to get butt in chair and write in whatever language/creative way the words speak to me.

I'm a writer. I will do the thing. 

How about you? 
Any silly excuse ever stop you from pursuing writing?

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Like OMG I’m Back in High School!

Okay, so back in high school I was a total nerd. I say "was" because I can fake it better now . . . thank goodness. I mean, just imagine what the popular kids would say . . . err, not the aspect I want to focus on (though, being a nerd—and the fact that I grew boobs—help a little bit with my "author's life" in general . . . don't ask).

As an author, in this day an age, we're expected to be in constant learning mode. Every time I think I have something figured out, there's something new to learn—exactly like a teenager learning about life, fake friends, and algebra. We have to market ourselves so the popular kids, a.k.a. readers, accept us and not make fun of us. We have to watch our backs from the bullies, and we have to stand up for those in our clique. Not to mention sweat bullets when the midterm exam comes around, because we were busy shopping at the mall instead of studying. In our case, wait until the last possible minute to meet our deadlines. 'Cause come on, so what if ARCs are supposed to go out in two days? Imma crank my CD player up, revise, chew bubble gum, edit, format, text mah girls, stalk the cute boy online, AND send the ARCs out right on time. Because BOOM! That's how teenagers roll yo.

But seriously, how am I supposed to call myself a writer in this century? Half the time I'm off researching and/or learning new things, the other half I'm out "selling" myself. Where is the actual writing? Sure, I suppose way back when it wasn't easy either, but I'm here now. And the writing world now demands we learn entrepreneurial madness if we dare call ourselves authors. Like ermahgerd!

Nothing I can do about it though. Marketing is part of deal and just like in high school, I have to have a "look" and make my brand proud by not being sloppy. Well, unless sloppy is your brand, then by all means rock it out. You leave me better chances with my crush (readers), after all. And that is a good thing 'cause apparently readers are all the rage. All the popular kids have them, and I'm working real hard to sit at that table. Well, actually I'm trying to set up my own cool table, wanna join? 

Social media is the center of it all, as soon as I learn one another one pops up. Sad thing is high school students actually know to work them better than us adults . . . which sometimes makes me want to really go back. But nah, I'm good. For now I'll just continue faking I know the new "trends" and wing it while trying to survive, just like I did in high school.

How bout you? 
How is high school treating you?

PS. You can find a guest post on my take of giving writerly advice over at The Writer Diaries. Hint: I fear doing that thing.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Failure to Plan is Planning to Fail — IWSG (14)

I'm a failure.

Like seriously. I suck. And hey, sucking is not always a bad thing, ahem, it means I'm being an overachiever in other aspects of my life—like being an awesome mom (Hollah!). This year has been nothing but me failing at reaching my writing goals. I keep saying I'm okay with it because . . . well the reasons: no rushing a product for the sake of rushing, family time, summer, CP-ing, must drink coffee, etc, etc. Recently however, it hit me that at some point my reasons—good or not—have become excuses.

The problem? I've failed to really plan. Mind you, I have really young toddler twins and my free time belong to them. They're the bosses, but they do sleep at night, and I happen to usually be an insomniac. I say usually because those little vampires have been sucking out my energy, and I'm brain dead as soon as their heads hit their pillow. That being said, I have been feeding my mind with my own outlets and working on several books, but, BUT, but, did I mention I've failed to plan?

I think that me being a pantser is coming back to bite me in the behind. I'm not sure I can really handle being a full-out outliner, but I have to at least plan better. My plots, my time, my naps, and my snaps. That last one maybe not so much, but it rhymed. Anyway, I realized that by not planning ahead I'm just making myself fail on purpose. That's just unacceptable. I'm working on a plan, which will include sub-plans, and a schedule. Of course since the kids started school today it becomes easier. I get two free hours a day for it, so there's that. I refuse to keep failing because of my own ridiculous doing. I can and will do better.

What about you? How have you been doing with your writing plans this year?

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Friday, August 22, 2014

Celebrating the Past Few Weeks & 10 Things Every Serious Writer Has

Err . . . hi?

So I thought I'd hit you up with some past celebrations, and I'll even go visit you. How nice of me, no? o_0

*Having a blast with the kiddos this summer. So much better when they're a bit older and more independent to run around on their own. Woot!

*I saw Christina Perri in person a couple weeks ago on a date night (which was also nice). For FREE. She was singing at a park ten minutes from home for a radio event. It was cool 'cause I write to some of her songs for both Kinetic and Static, and the third. And two other books. Umm, yeah I like her music, apparently.

*My workouts had gone on vacation for the summer, but I resumed those suckers. Yet again. One thought: Ouch, ouch, ouch. Why can't I commit and stick with it? If only to avoid the initial soreness each time I restart my routine. Sigh.

*I had a FUN time with our very own C. Lee McKenzie last week. I invited her to Coffee Chat to discuss middle age women and young boys, AND to scare the "ahem" out of Lynda. Come check it out! 

*Because this is true, and because #10 was one of my genius thoughts (which doesn't say much about me, but that's not the point):

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What are you celebrating?