Today I got edits back for novel #2 meaning one more round and boom it’s out for the world to see. Hard to believe novel #1 made its professional entrance in November. This means I am on the cusp of completing a new year’s resolution and life goal.
Meanwhile within this month two beautiful opportunities have presented themselves to me. To which I have jumped on them.
In the meantime I have started novel #3 which is set to be released late this fall. So it’s safe to say busy is not a word I acknowledge currently. Though I wouldn’t partake in all this if I didn’t want to.
That’s the beauty of opportunities. They pop up right at the time you need them.
With such a bustling schedule I have been on hiatus. I haven’t really been on social media either. That’s not exactly a bad thing though!
Now it is time to come back for the umpteenth time and start sharing my musings. My ways of finding motivation in the midst of crazy everything.
I look forward to connecting with everyone. Have a positive week all.
Survival of midterms, check.
Survival of novel #2, check.
Finishing a novel and having midterms in the same week. Legendary no. Crazy stupid, probably.
That means one goal is off my check list. Hallelujah!
It’s been a week of blunt beginnings.
The life of a writer, a good life it is.
Car stuck in a field, check.
Crippling deadlines, check.
No sanity left, ahem check.
It’s Monday! I’m the crazy person that likes Monday.
What’s on the agenda is novel editing. Yes another novel is coming!
Aha I am preparing to send to my publisher which is exciting news. I have one more book scheduled for release this year. Maybe I might be able to squeeze in another project.
Early days yet but some big changes have already been made this year. Updates to come!
There has begun a media upheaval. It is not entirely unusual for this time of year. I’ve seen post after post about people claiming they’re leaving social media. Internally I roll my eyes and give them a time frame of how long they will last. Cruel sure, inaccurate no.
It’s usually a few days, at most a month. It’s all great. Yes absolutely, but I have drawn the lines myself.
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, you name it I got it. For a while I found myself Facebook obsessed. Then I backed off, then I had the great idea of getting into groups. Aha writer groups. Lord help me, and save my sanity. Big mistake, thousands of members and drama at every turn. No, no this writer does not do drama. Big X take that drama and keep it away from my self protected bubble.
Needless to say, I found myself becoming irritated enough that instead of being smart and leaving the groups I would just stop using Facebook. Strange. After arriving back on Facebook and finding out that the algorithms had been axed a bunch. I have left and not looked back. Of course I still use my author page via an app that does not have my feed connected to it. WHEW! My author page is important it is a way to connect with readers and it is easier to be myself there than on my personal page.
What started as a small change has become a big change, cutting down wasted time scrolling and converting that into precious writing time. It cuts down negative feelings and promotes a more positive mood.
If you are feeling the need to cut social media, by all means I recommend doing it. Be realistic, but be relentless. You mother’s sister’s cousin can wait for you to reply to her comment.
Let’s make it a great Monday!
Bang My head against the Wall.
Make bed with dog still in it,
God I love you coffee.
Take dog out,
Walk all over no man’s land,
Waiting, still no squat.
Get chased by coyotes,
Lovely and did I mention it’s cold out?
I still love you coffee.
Good morning novel,
Oh you don’t want to talk with me,
I’m going back to bed.
I’ll see you in a few hours,
Slightly before my caffeine crash sets in.
Hello blogger friends, welcome to the New Year.
I clocked out a few weeks ago from the blogging sphere. I’m really not sure why, it just kind of got lost in the mess of my searching excursion.
Before I clocked out I made a post about not feeling the Holidays. Well, the holidays are over! Yay! Woohoo! We’re into 2018 finally and I am feeling a fresh sense of spirited self. Whatever the hell that is. I don’t know I’m thinking as I go, not rushing just breathing.
After checking away from blogging I dropped off the face of the earth from social media too. Kind of took the time as a basic self exploration period. Aha, what I am I meaning by this? I took the time to reflect back on the year, read a bit, stay away from writing, drink some hot chocolate and ignore the fact that my wish for a white Christmas came true.
This exploration period I used to learn much. I got some books about writing, just some books to read too, spent time with friends, did some brainstorming.
Well my brain is no longer fried! I feel renewed, motivated, and ready to kick this year’s ass!
It was nice to have a few daysof nothing, just me. I think everyone needs that. It’s time to get back to work. I’m back with a clear view, a better attitude, and new knowledge.
Welcome to the new year everyone, I wish you all the best in 2018. It’s going to be a whole new adventure in the making.
About fifty three seconds before writing this post, I was sitting in a chair staring at a blank computer screen with a sour look on my face.
That idea is truth, but it’s vague. Why was I staring at the computer screen with a sour look on my face? Why was the computer screen blank. Why was I sitting in a chair fifty three seconds before I wrote this post?
I’m a writer. Words ARE my life. Words are physical, words are mental. Life is physical, life is mental.
Twenty Seconds before writing this post I asked myself, why am I doing this? Back to the vague. Doing what?
It’s a question that’s asked by every writer. “Why do I keep writing shit?”
Writing purgatory, it’s the hell no writer wants to be in, but are in at one point or another. Lack of motivation, stress outside writing, bullshit excuses not to write, food time, oh look there’s a dog now let me go pet it so I can ignore the blank page I’ve been staring at for two hours. It’s not writing block, no it’s something different.
It’s raw, it feeds the vile monster living within us, it prevents us from doing the one thing that has brought us to write in the first place. It’s happiness.
You can’t just write to write. Writing is happiness. We wouldn’t put hundreds of words on paper to just calmly say “oh that was fun I guess”. No to write is say the things we are unable to show the world. We are able to be real. We don’t have to hide behind a costume or conform. To write is to face the things we are most of afraid of. To write is to find joy.
Writing IS chasing happiness. It is the purest and most eloquent form there is.