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.

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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?

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The Weekend Cometh

Finally, I’ll have a chance to write this weekend. It drives me nuts that lately I’ve been rather busy, and I haven’t had a chance to get my story together. Some days I feel like I could type the world.

Then there’s there are days I want to just forget that I even started this writing process and that I’m not working on the biggest dream I’ve ever had.

Then, curiosity gets the best of me and I have to admit, it’s rather exciting and even I don’t know how it’s going to end.

Let’s see what this weekend brings.

Thank you Kitchen Spider

For some reason we had an infestation of fruit flies. It was horrible, we tried to kill them with natural methods, but they just wouldn’t die. They lived around the green waste bin on the kitchen counter and I kept changing the bag daily, but there’d be 20 of them that would fly up from the bag. Oh, disgusting. This went on for three days and then one day we noticed the flies were decreasing in number. It took another two days for the flies to be completely gone and I wondered how did this miracle happen? Then I noticed the small spider who had taken up residence in the corner behind the bin.

I appreciate the work the spider did, as it sure helped, and I got to witness nature’s balance in action. Just as the spider has a natural job to do, I have to do the same thing and finish my editing.

If this happy duck believes in me, well, I can dig that. After this round of edits, I’m going to find another editor to review my story. I really want to have a polished feel to my story and it’s something I notice that is a main criticism in reviews of most indie authors. Why not do the best I can. I don’t want to rush things. I want more than anything to finally have my book in my hands, well, ebook. Sigh. Slow and steady!

Soon my pretty, the editing begins, soon…

In another week I’ll have the final instalment of my novel and the editing will begin. Some days it feels like I’ll never get this book out in the market, but at the same time I’m closer than I’ve ever been. I can’t give up and I don’t think my neurotic behaviour can allow me to even if I wanted.

I have to take stock in myself. It’s okay to take time, it’s okay to perfect the art of storytelling, and to not stop writing.