Life Goings-On 11/12/17

My Life, NaNoWriMo

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.)

 

LIKE:

 

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.

Life Goings-On, 8.16.17

My Life

*cricket cricket*

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:

Out Now: Forget Me, a Novella

Bookish Stuff, Writing/Stories

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:

Thought-Provoking Thursdays: On The Loss Of Finishing Stories

Thought-Provoking Thursdays

Sigh.

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.

Thought-Provoking Thursdays: On Judging A Book By Its Cover

Thought-Provoking Thursdays

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.

Thought-Provoking Thursdays: On The Kick To The Crispies That Is Self-Publishing

Thought-Provoking Thursdays

*sighs and groans of life leaving my body*

 

The past week month super-long day-melding period of time has been brutal. Countless all-nighters have been pulled. I worked my tail off, and finally… I’m ready for an editor! And I found one, too. As I’ve said before, I’ve taken little Sabine as far as I can go with her. Developmental edits are all taken care of, because I DID ‘EM (because that’s a totally different thing from copyedits and proofreads, BTDUBBS. I still need those, preferably done by someone who’s NOT ME). I’ve beaten the living daylights out of that story and now it’s looking pretty nice. Like, really nice.

Thought-Provoking Thursdays: On The First Crap You Ever Wrote

Thought-Provoking Thursdays

We all have firsts.

The first kiss. Hasn’t happened for me yet. ASK ME WHY.

The first time you try to push a pull-open door. We’re all guilty of it. And if you’ve never, congrats. Have a cookie. *hands you a virtual cookie* On second thought, I could go for a cookie. I am the one who tried to push open a pull-open door. Walk it off, homes, walk it off.