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.
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:
*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.
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.
Sorry for the post drought, but life has kinda been kicking me in the pants lately. Like, the kind of in-pants-kicking that makes you have to drag yourself into the weekend, which goes by like a… like a… yeahhhh no. Not getting any
metaphors similes coming to mind… Ehh… You can just fantasize about how great my figures of speech will be in my NaNo story 😉
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 full manuscript 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.
Hey, you. Yeah, YOU. What are you looking at? Yeah, I’ll tell you what you’re looking at: THE FACE OF A PERSON WHO KICKED CAMPNANO’S BUTT.
Thaaaaaaaaaaaaat’s right, folks. BOOM.
So I won’t lie, the past few weeks haven’t been easy. It took a lot of late nights, plenty of car-writing, and a lot of jotting ideas down in a notebook when I really should’ve been doing something else. But I’m happy to say that of 50,000 words, I’m already at 37,608.
But like I said, it was hardly a walk through the park with a slice of chocolate cake. When I’m writing, I have to just remind myself that it’s okay if the words aren’t perfect yet. Earlier in my journey as a writer, this was one of the hardest things for me. Now, I’m at a point where as soon as I fret about a word choice, I’m able to remind myself (many times, out loud during a conversation with myself) that the first draft is really never the one that gets published. Well, unless you’re not a human. Or you live at the end of a rainbow.
So, last time I did CampNaNo, I didn’t exactly “win.” Yeah, I wrote about 16,ooo words that I didn’t have before, but I didn’t meet my goal. I met defeat. It sucked eggs.
But anybody that knows me will be able to tell you that I don’t give up that easily, no SIR, so I’m back on the horse. I’m tackling multiple projects of ranging topic and type. Try two edits, two typed newbies, one handwritten newbie, and a poetry collection I’m trying to cultivate. You think I’m insane yet? You should.
Oh my goodness I need coffee.
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.