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.
So, if you’re like me and you live somewhere that it’s summer now, all you have to do is some clickity-clicks, download and BAM! You’ve got a great new book to read poolside. Or, erm, air-conditioning-side.
All I would ask is that you tell me what you think, by leaving an honest Amazon/Goodreads review.
Y’know how sometimes you have those days, the ones that make you wanna throw your sneakers through a window and curl up in your closet with a box of ice cream sandwiches? You’ve had them. The ones where you wake up with a pain in your neck, followed by your story ideas and characters not wanting to cooperate with you, and then there’s the fact that you have so much on your mind you’d like to have it surgically removed? Mmmkay, multiply that by fifty and spread it out over an entire month, AND THERE’S MY JANUARY.
So… things have been pretty intense since NaNo ended. December 15th, I quit my job. Why, you ask? Well, let’s just say that the day before at work, something happened between me and my boss that just… I think the term “unacceptable” sums it up pretty well. It was painful; I really did love the job. But just one mean-spirited comment, one wrong touch, and it just destroyed my trust is all.
Hey peeps! So, this weekend is to be an excitingly nerve-wracking one, for me. Why? Because it’s the first time I’m giving a fullmanuscript I wrote to test readers. Three, to be exact. Sure, a handful of people from my old writing class have read excerpts. But this, this is the first time anyone’s eyes besides mine will read the entire story. It’s scary as heck, but make no mistake: I’m SUPER FREAKING excited and happy 🙂
I got some copies printed at Staples yesterday. The whole ride there I was a nervous wreck: will my flash drive work? did I bring enough cash? will I get in an accident with a smartcar in the parking lot and die in a cloud of smoky doom? Of course, all of my fears were unfounded. I walked out of the store with manuscripts in hand, unscathed and, yes, alive.
But certain people don’t think it’s a good idea for me to have any because I get nuts, and because of that heart condition I used to have. I don’t like to drink too much coffee because then I get restless and I get the jitters, and before you know it my body is like “Nerp, you’re not getting any writing done now. You need to go play the same song on the piano like fifty-flippity-bazillion times and then conk out on the couch.”
So I have to plow through anyways even though I don’t feel like writing. And the story that I’m trying to write: I’m mid-chapter and the last time I wrote in this story was a week ago or something because COLLEGE and because LIFE and because HOMEWORK and I’m sucked dry like a seasponge in the burning sun, and kelp and sand and salt and DEAD. KELP. Heh, that’s a funny word… Ehh…
No, really. I haven’t had any coffee. I’m just naturally nuts. Oh, and this is my idea of a freewrite so I can launch myself into my story again like an ultra-super-non-coffee-powered spaceship going to planet Zoltar. EHH EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. EHHHHHHH.
So, I’m baaaaaaack. Like that nightmare you keep having with the clown holding an ax. Like that itch in that place where you just can’t reach. Like that gnat who’s determined to land on your eyeball. ERR.
As a writer, I do some pretty crazy stuff. Something happened to me the other day that made me wonder if I was a *special* brand of crazy. I was at the grocery store. There was a folded little note on the floor. Common sense told me that picking it up would look a little, err, odd. Then my writer sense kicked in and made me remember that some of the best ideas come from folded up pieces of paper found on floors of supermarkets.
I would love to make my living off of it, but haha… NOPE. Not yet, anyway. Why? I realize I’m not a shoo-in, I’m a freaking piece of work here. A freaking piece of work who isn’t published yet. Why? Because, I haven’t tried to get anything published yet.
Yeppers, that’s right. But it’s not because I haven’t wanted to (I’ve been dying to).
I’ve been writing booksstuff total crap-land for about eight years, and a mind-boggling two novels weren’t dead-ends that I abandoned and wanted to strangle. I also have a bunch of other ideas that I’m gonna try not to screw up.