Time off

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.

Life Stories: Installment One

The Virus Confusion

“Billy, I think I might have gotten a virus on my computer!”

*furiously hits keys and sighs in frustration

“Well did you google it?” Asked Billy.

“How can I google it if the internet won’t load?”

“Here, I’ll google it.” Billy said as he pulled out his phone.

“Oh God! It’s crashing! My computer is shutting down!” Oh god. Oh God. Oh God!”

Billy shakes his head, “The first article says not to freak out. Listen it says here it’s probably just a software malfunction. Google is telling you not to freak out. Why are you still freaking out?!”

“This is not good. No, no, this is bad. Very very bad!”

Billy jerked the computer away and hit the power button, “Ugh, your WiFi isn’t connected and your battery is low.”

“I, I. Okay I confess my computer hates me. And maybe I don’t know how to work it.”

“Sure, I didn’t notice that at all.” Billy noted with sarcasm.

Catching Happiness

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.

Goals for the New Year

First of all before you say “oh God she’s already beginning with the new year’s resolution crap”. We’re not starting that. No leave it at front door before you click on this blog post.

This is not a post where I talk about making New Year’s Resolutions. No, but it is a blog post where I talk about preparing for 2018. Yes I’m putting on my armor, 2018 is soon to come crashing in. Frankly I would be rather upset if my hair caught on fire in the process. Ah needless to say, we need to prepare because coming to 2018 is the see ya and the bye ya to procrastination and negativity. It’s all in good thought, because I know some habits are a never ending battle to break. BUT, I’m not the type to give up.

So we’re going to grab onto 2018 with our resting bitch face, and hold on as it drags us through stress, new experiences ,and lots of other muck. By the end, maybe a smile will be permanently stuck on.  Ah who knows.

2018 is as quickly approaching as 2017 is to be ending. 2017 has not been a good year. I know for myself it’s been a bad enough year that I don’t need to repeat it. I’ve got to work my butt off to make sure that 2017 stays in the past.

I know they say it’s bad to tell people your goals, but this is a judgement free zone. I know that stating my goals forces me to uphold them.

My goal for 2018 are normal and a little weird. First off I want to get healthy. I have not been myself, and that needs to change. I want to get on a more positive attitude, and try not to procrastinate as much. The next thing that I would like to do is publish at least two books. I have a book hopefully coming out around in March. After that, don’t ask me. I would like to continue to build my author brand more and see where I can take my book sales.

I don’t have a lot for 2018 as I am doing this thing where I stop talking and actually get work done.

Enough said.

To prepare for 2018, I am grabbing my computer, planner, and favorite boots.

I’m going into 2018 prepared, with all words flying.

Going for the Gold

“Tonight is the night!” I exclaim.

I finally got my writer head together. I’ve been in a weird mind set for a while. I don’t know how long. Four maybe five years. For this long time I’ve been trying to find myself again.

After a solid week of focusing on myself, I think I’ve finally met that personal goal. It’s not even December and I’m making resolutions for the new year. I know who I am now and I know what I am meant to do.

I think every writer/creative individual goes through this phase, but I am tired of going through this phase. It’s time I get it together and go for the gold.

Life is life. It can be crappy yeah, but without the right mindset. It can wreck your dreams before you ever realize it.

Don’t start tomorrow, don’t start a week from now. Start tonight. Forget your inhibitions. Erase your insecurities. Push out all the people who keep dragging you back to the place you don’t want to be.

It’s hard to drop everything and move on, but this is the only life you have to live. Time passes quickly. When tomorrow comes, you’ll wish you had changed your life yesterday. So I’m telling you as I have told myself. Start right now.

The road to unhappiness is paved by all the things in life you fear. Stop fearing, get up. Finish that novel, go on an adventure, sell your house, move across the country. Go back to school. Do what makes you happy.

The things we want most in life, are often the hardest to reach.

Flooding

I have so many thoughts going through my head right now.

First of all my dog is standing on the kitchen table. She’s not doing anything. She’s just. Standing there.

As much as would love to tell all 90 pounds of her to get off the table, that would be a battle that I just don’t want to fight right now.

Needless to say, I can’t sleep. Well I can sleep, it’s just I’m not actually sleeping. My mind is so full of thoughts I can’t shut down. On top of that I have 40 alarms set to make sure I don’t over sleep.

I’m currently experiencing overload.

Between college, being neck deep in author promotions, working, and trying to survive the Holidays. It’s rational to say that I’m overwhelmed.

I don’t even like the Holidays. Well I can’t say that I don’t it’s just the enjoyment has been sucked out of me due to Modern day society.

I love Christmas. I really do. It’s not that I don’t have time for, it’s just I can’t deal with it this year. So I’m taking a Holiday break this year. I’m going to hide at home while everyone is out shoving Christmas down each other’s throats. I will be very happy sitting on my computer writing, and drinking coffee until the Holidays are over.

Why?

Because I have excepted the fact that I am human, and I need to unwind every once in a while. If I’m doing what I love, does it really matter?

Hey everyone I’m the Grinch. I think people lose site of the fact that the Holidays are not a happy time for some people.  There are people out there who just want to spend the time to rest, for some it’s a traumatic time. Too often people don’t realize that not everyone wants to be yipper skipper during the holidays. And no, I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT HOLIDAY SHOPPING.

Okay, I’m stopping this to say, since when did Modern Society make getting in a fight at Walmart Thanksgiving night a Holiday tradition?

Oh what has happened people? People has happened.

Building the Brand of You

The name of one of the panels I spoke on over the weekend seems fitting for discussion.

Who am I? What is my brand? What thing do I identify myself with? How do you build an author brand? Do you even know what you are doing?

The answer is simple: I have no idea.

Logically I am learning as I go.

It may seem amateurish to admit that my mind is blown by marketing and all this technological use that comes with being an author and building an author brand. Really that does not bother me. I’ve always been a little strange and I’ve been able to incorporate that into my brand building.

What’s the use of building around yourself when you’re not really being yourself? The answer to that is, it’s completely useless. Being fake, is just an asshole ploy to try to teach people you’re this perfect little ball of writerly perfection. I tried that, made a fool of myself and have shucked out the parachute to land on Plan B. Take my advice, actually build a brand around yourself, the real you. The world needs more creatives, not more fakers.

If you’ve got a weird quirk, go with it. WE ALL HAVE THEM. I have more than I care to list, but that’s besides the point. Getting back on point, building a brand.

Okay, I have no idea what I’m doing but it’s working out for me so. Honestly I think that is the reality of building your own brand. None of us know what we are doing. Most of us if not all of us started from scratch, had to get our names out there, go to events, do things we maybe didn’t want to do. Even though that may be true, we all have different paths. Individually we have to find what works for us.

So when building the brand of you:

  1. Be Yourself
  2. Accept the fact that you are learning as you go
  3. Be open to meeting new people
  4. Find something to identify with, to build you brand around, to make yourself noticeable (maybe a certain hairstyle, costume/outfit, a persona, or an object/ thing, characterization) For example: I write about monsters, so everyone thinks of me as monster girl. The girl who writes about monsters.
  5. Market till the site of ads will make you want to throw a book at someone ( pun intended)
  6. Be Yourself
  7. Be Yourself
  8. Be Yourself
  9. Do your conscience a favor and stop listening to everyone’s advice

Sincerely,

A blunt writer named Monster Girl