Just when I thought I was out…they pull me back in

Honestly, does editing ever stop? I’ve had the millionth look at my story and yet again I’m finding things I can fix. Thing is, I’m not even nitpicking, I’m finding technical errors that I never noticed. It’s amazing what you can see from taking time away. The day I finally hit publish on this baby I bet I will actually cry.

‘Cause you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop

Right now I’m going through a metamorphous state as a writer. I’ve had multiple editors look at my first chapter only to be blown away by one beta reader who completely tore me a new one. It made me stop and think. How did all these people miss what this one person was able to say? Sure, the delivery of what was said could have been in a more constructive manner, but the message was clear and it hit home.

I have decided to completely re-write my first chapter and go through my story with an even bigger machete to cut down anything that juts out.

Here I thought I had accomplished something, my first chapter was so solid, only to be knocked back on my rear. Well, I’m not going to take that sitting down. Time to get bizzaay.

 

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself…

I’ve taken a long break from tinkering with my first novel, A Raven’s Touch, and I’m off writing the second one already. I have another editing session with a new editor coming up in September and I think this much needed rest from the story is necessary. When I was writing it I couldn’t think about anything else and I was really too close to the story to be objective. I threw a little fit back a few blog posts ago, but I suppose one is entitled to such a thing every so often. I’m not a fussy person, for most things, but I know I have to be picky when it comes to my story. If I don’t get this right, I can only image the hay day the trolls on Goodreads will have, I mean this is my debut to the publishing world and I want to make a good impression.

The last thing I want is someone coming back to me saying, “What the hell is this garbage, my kid can write better than this, you call yourself a writer? Stop writing immediately and do the world a favour.”

Sigh.

Is it wrong that I expect this? Or it is just a way of life for anyone who puts something into the world? Sure, there will be people who like what I’m doing, but there’s always that ONE person (please let there only be one and not a million) who just hates everything. They hate the cover, the character names, the setting, the prose, the ending, every single aspect of the story sickens them – BUT THEY STILL READ THE WHOLE THING AND WRITE A NASTY REVIEW. Double sigh.

Why do they do it? For the notoriety? For people who nod like sheep and agree with them because they’re terrified not to? Ugh. I don’t get it, but I do fully expect it.

Oh well. I will deal with that when it comes.

 

Karma police, arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He’s like a detuned radio

Karma police, arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo is
Making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

Karma police
I’ve given all I can
It’s not enough
I’ve given all I can
But we’re still on the payroll

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

How soon is now?

In 1984 I first heard The Smiths’ How soon is now? I was five years old at the time and I didn’t really understand the significance, however, years later as a teenager, it blew my mind. The pain and anguish of being misunderstood coupled with teenage anxiety on top of a haunting melody is a powerful force.

My main character Justice is an eighteen year old girl who discovers something very strange about herself and her family. At this point in her life she wants to be heard, seen as an adult, and yet is rather unsure of her future. Like most teenagers she is reliant on her best friend Moira. Moira and Justice tend to cling to each other and are outcasts in their high school.

I remember those days and how often I wish they’d hurry up so I could be an adult. I never forgot those awful feelings I hope I can translate them into my characters. Hours, and hours listening to sad songs that made me feel better knowing someone out there understood.

In my story I have peppered lyrics from various artists throughout. I honestly hope people will recognize them and smile. I’m going to assume due to the age difference in the readers my chosen lyrics will be lost on them and they will wonder why the sentence is ‘awkward’, when really it’s perfectly fine. Perhaps they will think my writing poor as a result and will give me a one star on Goodreads. Sigh. As long as I know it’s there that’s really all that counts.

“How Soon Is Now?”

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and the heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

There’s a club if you’d like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die

When you say it’s gonna happen “now”
well, when exactly do you mean?
see I’ve already waited too long
and all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

Editing time yet again

Here we go again. I’ve had a second round of Betas and things have changed yet again. I’m not surprised and really, it’s expected, I mean who can be perfect? I am now waiting until September when I hand over my story to an editor and sit back and let it happen. I hope I can make a Christmas release, but who knows?

So much of writing is a wait and see game. Come on September!

I’ve been avoiding writing my second book because I want a break from the craziness of the whole process. I suppose I will start that again when I have time this weekend. I hope I can get my act together. The sooner the better. I know it’s better to have multiple books and that when I actually do have fans they’ll want books faster, especially after the ending I have, I think I might encounter a few happy/angry responses.

Okay, time to get this happening.

Multi-Genre Anthology Contest: The Box in the Attic

 There’s a contest going on and I thought I’d share with everyone. If you’d like the details, please see the press release info I received. Best of luck to all that enter!

BP submission

 BP logo‘Backstrip Publishing’ is the product of the need for helping independent authors get their voices heard. A need for wholesome and clean books was the precursor for creating a new platform to launch aspiring and seasoned authors into the literary world.

 

Marcy Rachel started as a book cover designer, focused on independent authors, back in 2011.  Her desire to help authors and their constant support made her expand her services to other graphic designs, interior book formatting, and web developing. Her determination and willingness to help others impulsed her to create ‘Backstrip Publishing.’ Marcy and her team are eager to work closely with authors by being that reinforcement they need, and more.

We believe that awesome stories should be presented the same way. Independent authors want their books to have the best cover, to have flawless editing, and they also need to market their books on top of all the plotting and writing. You as an author should not have to lose sleep over these things, especially because you don’t have the resources. At BP we will take care of you so you can have more free time to write and put most of your energy on your stories…and consequently into the hands of your fans.

About the Anthology

Anthology Title: ‘The Box in the Attic’

PROMPT: The main character is cleaning an attic (writer decides who’s attic). They find a small box with an item that will change everything.

Basic Rules:

Only one submission per person.

A submission fee of $5.00 is required and payable through PayPal upon submission.

The writing prompt is given as a guideline.  You decide where in the story this scene takes place.

Authors will have a 3-month period to write their story and submit it.

What you will do:

The authors get a writing prompt to base their story on for this anthology. You decide the characters’ names, age, gender, etc. You also decide what genre(s) you want to write.  The whole concept of this exercise is that the common aspect among the stories is the prompt — the scene finding that important item in the box located in the attic. Consequently, this is a multi-genre Anthology. It will be fun to see how different authors have a different take on the same prompt.

For further information or to register for the Anthology, please visit: http://www.backstrippublishing.com/anthology-registration/

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Do you really want to hurt me?

Songs just catch me in the moment and I have to share. Sometimes I wonder what I’ve done to cause some people to doubt my good intentions. I’ve just noticed that things aren’t what I thought they were and I’m not sure what I’ve done to cause it. Perhaps I fan girled too hard? I came on too strong? In the end I’m just hurt and confused. I’m not sure.

Either way, some feelings have been hurt, mainly mine. Like the adult I am, I’m dealing with it through song, and just learning to say it’s okay.

CULTURE CLUB LYRICS
“Do You Really Want To Hurt Me?”

Give me time
to realize my crime
Let me love and steal
I have danced
inside your eyes
How can I be real
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Precious kisses words that burn me
Lovers never ask you why
In my heart
the fires burning
Choose my colour
find a star
Precious people always tell me
That’s a step
a step too far
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Words are few
I have spoken
I could waste a thousand years
Wrapped in sorrow
words are token
Come inside and catch my tears
You’ve been talking but believe me
If it’s true
you do not know
This boy loves without a reason
I’m prepared to let you go
If it’s love you want from me
Then take it away
Everything is not what you see
It’s over today