Camp NaNo is upon us!
I’ve been pushing myself to get these two projects I’m working on done (the character book and Alex’s—you’ve heard me talk about them before but in case you’re just hopping aboard) before Camp starts, but… I’m not sure it’s gonna happen. No, I mean, the character book is a certainty—I already have the testers lined up and everything, it’s my pride and joy right now—but, Alex? Her story is, well, another story entirely. I hate that feeling when you sit down at the computer and you try to get back into it and the words don’t wanna come and your brain is just mocking you, going “haha, NOPE.”
Anybody still have resolutions goin’ on?
I haven’t always been perfect on mine. I’ve been wanting to run the New York marathon for about, ehh, four years now? I can’t even tell you exactly when the desire struck me, but what I can tell you is that nobody’s cheered me through any finish line yet.
Mostly, I think my problem is just that I’m a little intimidated. First off, if I don’t get guaranteed entry, I’ll have to fundraise and make an annoyance out of myself (y’know, not that I’m not already lolz). And, y’know? I don’t travel all too much—another thing that I’m trying to change—and, leaving my small little home in dinky little Washington NJ and staying overnight in a big city I’ve only been to about, eh, three times in my twenty years alive? A little nervewracking.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Oh… oh, what? Oh, that’s right. Sorry. BELATED.
It’s been nuts lately, but what can I say? I’ve been cracking down on some serious projects lately and some serious stuff has been happening.
“Like what,” you say?
Lemme give ya a little of this:
You know a writer, don’t you? Of course you do. Or else you wouldn’t be here.
Well, unless you yourself are a writer, and are looking for a way to spoil yourself after a long-fought NaNoWriMo. Either way it’s good with me. This is a delicious list here, folks. And don’t say I didn’t warn you, but… they/you will probably want everything on it.
Yeah… I’ve been gone for awhile… Sorrys.
BUT! I have been working on things, a lot of things. So you really can’t blame me too much (well, I mean you can, but… don’t.)
1. I’m doing NaNo, which is all SORTS of fun. Today, however, I got the slightest idea to switch stories. No, not that simple. Let me just tell you about this, kay? I wrote a SIX THOUSAND WORD OUTLINE for this story I was planning on writing this November. I STAYED UP LATE WHEN I SHOULDN’T HAVE. And now this story I haven’t worked on since April wants to come push it out of the way out of nowhere, and… well, I’m probably gonna let it. I dunno. Or maybe I’ll just write both.
Hey, I’m back! Sorry about the post drought. Life came up and roundhouse-kicked me in the face, but what can I say. I’m here.
I’ve been thinking, and if I can’t find the time to post TPT stuff, I should probably at least let you in on what the hell I’m doing with myself over here:
Hey, peeps! So, this weekend is going to be a good one. I’m having a launch party for Forget Me on Friday! It’s pretty much just a family/friend gathering, but it will be bomb 🙂 I will be doing a reading, so I might post a video for you lovely people to enjoy too.
But while I’m having a real-life party, there will be a digital one (of sorts) as well! Because starting tomorrow, June 15th through Friday the 16th, the Kindle version of my debut will be free! Literally. Zero. Zip. Nada. $0. THAAAAT’S RIGHT.
She’s out, my friends! It’s been a long journey, but I am a published author. Published by the good folks at Quiet Fire Books (you can check them out over here).
For those of you who are just peeking in the doorway now, I’ve been trying to write a publishable book for over eight years now. I wrote a lot of crap in those years, but now? This story, Forget Me, that I’ve been working on since September of 2014? It’s finally out there! *cracks open bubbly* HELL YEAH!
You may be thinking, “So… *clears throat* *checks watch* what’s it about?” Heh, got ya covered:
Sometimes finishing a story is like losing a friend. I’ve had the experience when I’ve read other’s books, and I’m sure you know the feeling too. You just read through some serious action-y stuff, things have started to work themselves out in the plot, and now you’re getting to those last few pages. You knew this moment would come. The realization set in for you when your bookmark was exactly midway between the front and back. You tried to put it out of your mind, but now you have to face facts. You have to say goodbye to Richard, the character you related most with, and his clumsy ways. You can’t step into that colorfully-described herb garden anymore. You can never live this story for the first time ever again.
Ahh, the old adage. I don’t even have to repeat it to you, and you wanna know why? Because so freaking many people say it.
It’s just another one of those things that make independent publishers like yours truly lose sleep at night and go into mania. And, y’know? That doesn’t leave much time for obtaining sustenance, being a person, functioning in society, writing back your penpals (I think I owe some people an apology)… things of that nature.