I’m just a girl

In the 90’s I was a teenager who listened to a lot of alternative rock. I don’t even know what on earth that even means these days. Alternative to what exactly?  Either way, I love(d) No Doubt. One of my favourite songs was “Just A Girl”. It has an upbeat bass line, truthful lyrics, and is sung by an actual girl. Other than Hole, “Doll Parts”, it was a song that really moved me and still works for me when I need inspiration. I really miss the 90s sometimes.

The little things that kill

I’ve been listening to way too much Bush this week, but my teenage self is rather happy. Back then I used to day dream about Gavin Rossdale, but who the hell didn’t?

The man still looks the same, so I don’t know if it’s some kind of rock and roll pact he made with the devil, or he has amazing genes. Either way, his music has been inspiring me lately and I have been head banging away while writing.

My new job has helped incredibly so. I am no longer in a soul sucking environment where I feel my brain is melting out of my ears. It’s so amazing to actually have people acknowledge my skills. Incredible. This renewed happiness works for me and my writing. I’m finding a balance where I have time in the morning again to work on my story.

At some point this behemoth will be complete. I refuse to put out mediocracy. Also, I’m having an issue with setting the timing/pace. Sigh. What a surprise. This is what happens when you have a vampire character. I find I have to constantly throw in signs that the sun has gone down or people will assume he’s a sparkly vampire who can day walk. No. No. No. No one sparkles.

All this to say, I’m getting there, now faster than a turtle.

Back to me

Sometimes the best thing to get a project going is to give it time and take a break. Recently, I moved house and that alone requires an insane amount of effort. Oh, don’t mind me, my life is a mess right now, just excuse me please.

Almost three months later I’m finally getting it together and taking back my time to write again.

Without further adieu, I will continue on with my bad self and get my book published!

Is it ever over?

I’ve had my story edited twice, beta read about 20 times, and yet the last person to read my story told me things I have NEVER thought about. Now, I’ve been writing this story for two years and I honestly cannot believe that no one has picked up on this and how I couldn’t see it for myself. Sigh.

I don’t even know where to go from here, but I’m going to have to try to figure it out. I have to white board it all out and see where I can add and tweak my story. Ah, I honestly hope I can make the June deadline I’ve self imposed.

Let’s hope.

Thank you for being a friend

Back in 2012 I opened a Facebook account. Little did I know that I’d meet some amazing and supportive people. I have to say their friendship, and encouragement has meant the world to me.

Thank you:
JD Nelson, Aneesa Price, Chrissy Jarvis, Kelley Grealis, Charmain Zimmerman Brackett, Madison Sevier, Tonya Allen, Kahlil Hernandez, Jennifer Clark Sell, Jennifer Ammoscato, Jordan White, Kendra Schmucker, Helen Lewis, Colleen LeHew Lee, and a big squishy hug to Gemma Hargreaves. Gemma, if I ever come to your part of the world you can believe I will give you the biggest hug you’ve ever had in your life.

I cannot thank you all enough. There are many more, but I’d be here all night. Just know I value you all and I wish I could express the thanks that is in my heart for your help and support along the way.

Hello 2015!

Growing up in the 80’s the year 2000 seemed so far away. Now that it’s 2015, I just can’t comprehend that this year even exists. When I think about 10 years ago, I always think oh, the 90’s, but that’s 20 years ago. Sigh.

Things I like are now considered “retro” and the high school rock songs I grew up with are on an oldie station. I don’t know when time passed me by, but it certainly did and I am coming to grips with it.

I wonder what it means that I’ve written a YA story about two best friends in high school? Hhm…almost mid-life crisis? I don’t think I’m losing it. I have a serious day job, I don’t party or chase young boys, so I think I’m alright. Funny how when older men do this, somehow it’s acceptable?

These days I am either nose deep in editing, reading, watching movies that inspire and or listening to a song on repeat (at least 20 times) to get a certain emotion going. I’d hate for anyone to see my playlist. It ranges from Arcade Fire, to Marilyn Manson, Belle & Sebastian, to the Barber of Seville, to Underworld, I’m just all over the place. I’ve listened to “The Toadies ” by Possum Kingdom for an hour straight and I still don’t get tired of this song. It’s pretty much what inspired my story “A Raven’s Touch” in the first place.

It’s taken two years to get to the point where I’m 80% happy with my WIP and that’s saying a lot. I think, if you’ve been reading this blog, you’ll know that I have been driving myself crazy writing this story to begin with. I know that this is the year I finally will hit publish and get my story to market. This is my life long dream and it’s going to happen, damn it!

One more time…with feeling

I’ve finally gone through the edits and have sent off my WIP to be reviewed yet again. Each revision brings me closer than ever to a release date and it’s making me rather nervous. Writing books can cause an everlasting cycle of perpetual changes.


After I receive my WIP back from my second editor, my hope is that there will be minor things that I can update and then upload to Amazon, etc.

Now comes the barrage of promotion that hopefully results in sales of sorts. I’m going to create a bunch of teasers, share my buy links with groups, do book blogs tours, blah, blah, blah…but what can I do to actually make an impact? How do I cut through the clutter? I suppose this is the problem that all writers face. This is an issue I’m going to have to really think about and see what works for me.

Sigh. Let’s see what happens…shall we?