Moving Along

It’s hard to believe March is almost over with. There again we’ve been waiting on spring for what feels like years. Maybe winter just likes our presence too much. Who knows. I’m ready for some mild temps at least.

While the weather has been eh, this weekend consisted of fixing edits sent back from editor. It’s always a joy to read back through edited work and see how the story has shaped compared to what it started as. I had not intended for this story to be as short as it is, but I think that shows how the story wrote itself. When you’re writing it, the story goes the direction it wants. That’s the beauty of it.

After I finish up edits tonight, my editor will get them back tomorrow. Then one more round and it’s ready for reader eyes. I can’t wait to get some feedback on this story. I don’t believe I previously released the title. This novel is called “Blood in the Hills”. It’s about a young woman who finds an old journal on her family property. By reading the journal and looking for her missing father she uncovers something horrifying. Her hometown has been hiding a myth for years. When bodies start to pile up, the young woman must choose between saving herself or saving her hometown.

This story is inspired by some of the things I grew up hearing in Southern Indiana. It was fun to be able to take some of the things I have learned over the years and throw them all into one book. That’s kind of why I’m ready to hear some reader comments.

Meanwhile novel #3 is moving right along. I am hoping to have that finished by July. I fully intend to meet that deadline. This book is the sequel to The Devil’s Retreat, it picks up a few days after the ending. It stars a new character Indy Fields. So we will see come July how it has came along.

Busy week to come, but that’s all part of the fun right?

Write

Have you written a story that breathes?

Have you ever written a story that bleeds?

Have you ever written a story that comes out with ease?

Have you ever had to cut a story from your soul?

Have you ever had to throw it out on the streets?

Have you ever had to watch it suffer?

Have you had to watch it mourn?

Have you ever had to help it get back to purpose it was written for?

Is that why you write?

For experiences?

Daily

Wake up,

Get Up.

Bang My head against the Wall.

Make bed with dog still in it,

Lazy thing.

Coffee,

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?

More Coffee,

I still love you coffee.

Good morning novel,

Oh you don’t want to talk with me,

That’s okay,

I’m going back to bed.

I’ll see you in a few hours,

Slightly before my caffeine crash sets in.

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.

Life Stories 

So I’ve been thinking lately. It’s the holidays, it’s cold out and I need a healthy dose of humor.

Therefore, I’m starting up another theme-esque exercise. Except it’s entirely different. Though I will get back to theme. Eventually.

This new post happiness comes with a disclaimer. Nobody panic.

DISCLAIMER: This is not an exercise that involves me running around town in a Disney Costume, singing at the top of my lungs. That would be well, a bit excessive.

If you were looking forward to that possibility, I have just crushed your dreams. But you’re still going to get some humor!

What I am going to do is document my day to day life. I’m entirely sarcastic but it’s okay.

Anyway I will be throwing my “life stories” at ya’ll (me mocking my twang that lately people have told me is there).

Stress Management

Oh dear, where do I begin?

This was my thought as I sat in my bed at 3 AM stuffing my face with ice cream. 

After two five page papers and two presentations, this scaredy cat is tapped out. College sucks, but you know I’m surviving. 

So I’ve been pondering a question for a while. How do I manage my own stress? 

The answer: Writing. 

Then ask myself, doesn’t writing stress you out? Because the book you threw at your computer in frustration last night is still on your computer.

Me managing my stress is going outside finding some quiet place in the woods to just sit. 

Us sensitive souls need an escape from humanity. 

The woods is the only place that is untouched from stress. Its devoid of any humans, I am free to think the way that I want. 

That solitude is entirely mind restoring. 20 minutes that’s all I need. 

Traveler

All I have ever wanted to do is see the world.

To live life, always going one hundred miles per hour. Never stopping to get caught up in all the bullshit that accumulates within our lives.

The other day someone said to me, “I think that’s everyone’s goal. To travel the world. To forget their responsibilities. To live the fairy tale that was shoved down their throat as a kid.”

I don’t disagree. I look at people who travel all over the world. Some are happy and carefree, they have this air to a lack of responsibility. You think Gosh I wish I was them. 

Whereas if you know a few travelers some are so enamored by their “occupation” that they compel this almost sort of arrogance. But some, they are repulsed. They don’t see going to other places an exhilarating experience. It’s like traveling is a festering sore to them. Each time they go, that sore is expected to pop.

Every person is different. Some are the born traveler and some are not. Everyone has a different view and that’s okay.

I have wanted to be a traveler because like in my writing, exploring a new place is like magic. You never forget the first time you go to a new place. It’s not the same a second time.

I think that is what being a traveler is, feeling the thrill in exploration, like the thrill of imagination.

My mind is spontaneous, and I have always wanted traveling to be that way. Maybe it’s time I get out of the house. Run to the mountains or something.