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

Writer Support

I think the thing I enjoy most about writing other than the actual writing portion is writer support.

It still amazes me to this moment how writers from every where, all across the world, will support others that practice their craft.

I don’t know what anyone else thinks, but I think that is so beautiful. That really says something about the writing world. We all have a story to tell, but as writers we can make sure that no story ever goes unnoticed.

I’m in a writer’s group, I have been in some form or another for about 5 years now. The group I am in now is absolutely amazing. I learn something new every time we all meet. Now if you step back and take a look at our group. We have a former English/Journalism student, a Geologist, an author/mom, a math professor/author. We are all not just writers, we have other commitments, but we all make time to support each others writing careers and lives.

We have our own endeavors, but we all support each other.

Growing up I always thought writing was a reclusive thing, I loved it, but others frowned on it. As if they thought I never got out of the house and learned anything.

Now I’m grown up, I’ve made the writer world my home. It’s not reclusive. Nor does it not teach you anything. We as writer’s understand without writing, society would be nothing. There wouldn’t be books to educate with, there wouldn’t be libraries. Some of the smartest people in the world are writers. Writing is the framework of society.

That is why I will never not support other writers. When I go to events, I get so excited when I get to meet another author. You never know what ideas or new tools you or going to learn. Or you could possibly form a new friendship.

Writers will never die out because of some controversy society has caused. No, we are too strong for that. We teach about the controversy. As a whole, writer’s are what makes people understand.

All of us writers, together we are our own society.

“Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.”- Hermann Hesse

 

Itch

I’ve been getting this itch lately. Not like an under the skin itch but a brain itch.

Weird I know, but apparently it’s perfectly normal.

It’s like the hellion to Writer’s Block, but it won’t let me focus on one thing. For the last three years I made myself a promise, I can’t write any lengthy fiction until I finish my first novel. I stuck to it by a T. Since that time has ended, and my novel is done and published, I’ve been bouncing from project to project.

I have been doing this genre jumping thing. It’s sort of out of character for me. I stick to monsters and blood mostly.  But this itch, it’s making me write in an unexpected way. I’m pushing my own writing boundaries. By creating scenarios and scenes that are completely out of what I call my “comfort zone”. I’m spending every hour when I should be asleep wracking my head of plot loop holes.

In the wees hours of the morning I will be going through cases of making a story so believable, there’s no way it can’t be true. I’m stepping out my head and finding a myth that everyone knows, and shoving it out there. Giving it a life, by showing it to the world in its most gruesome form. My next novel investigates one of these situations.

This itch, is pushing me to step out of Brooke’s World and telling the story of a myth no one wants to be true. As humans, we often times try to disassociate with the truth.

As writers it is our job to show the side no one wants to believe. We have to say it in a way that is upsetting. Otherwise it will get lost in the news of yesterday as everything else does eventually.

If it’s not controversial, it will probably be long forgotten. That is the world we live in.

The key lies in turning the itch in ones head, into a story that gets in their face, looks them in the eyes and says “You damn well better remember this”. Then three or so years later they remember back to it, and again it doubles them over by a punch to the gut.

That is the kind of story a brain itch deems to create.