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Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Busy, in a good way.
Just found out I'm a finalist in another contest. (For the first 7pp of my latest novel.) I've entered a couple more contests, so I'm excited to hear back from all of them. Gold Man Review is taking off. It's been a lot of work so far, but now we're reviewing the layout. Great fun and I'm learning a lot.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Winner
I won third place with the Alaska Romance Writers 2011 Break-Up Contest. Had some great feed back from the judge. Hopefully, this will help me to make the changes that are necessary.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
research
I have an imperative deadline that I've set for myself. This time, it's not arbitrarily. Willamette Writers Conference is in August and I want to pitch the novel I'm currently working on. Rule #1 for fiction, of course, IT MUST BE FINISHED! I will be finished. I think this is one of the most time sensitive books that I've ever written.
I should be writing right now. And I am actually in the middle of writing. I only came on-line to do some research. This is the first book I've written where research was so vital to the story-line. For me research is an afterthought, a check-up. I've never cared for research. But thank God for the internet or I don't know what I'd do.
Speaking of research and writing, I must get to it.
I should be writing right now. And I am actually in the middle of writing. I only came on-line to do some research. This is the first book I've written where research was so vital to the story-line. For me research is an afterthought, a check-up. I've never cared for research. But thank God for the internet or I don't know what I'd do.
Speaking of research and writing, I must get to it.
Friday, June 17, 2011
just me
Try as I might, I do not yet have a "blog" system. So I figure the first phase of system-achievement should be to actually blog. I'm going to see how that goes for a while. If that seems to be working, I'll try less randomness.
I don't know what blog readers want to read. Quite frankly. I don't get it. I'm no more a committed reader of blogs than I am of posting to my own. Don't get me wrong, I think blogs are an asset to society today. Occasionally, I find some terrific tidbit or valuable information on blogs, but I'm not a religious follower of any one single blog, not even my own.
As a writer I know it's important to have an on-line presence and I've worked to be online, but I think I've been trying too hard. Trying to sound--I don't know--bloggish. I don't even know what that means, so it's a no wonder I couldn't manage it. It's time to be just me.
Here's what's going on. My self-imposed deadline for the latest book I'm writing has come and gone and as you may have guessed, the ending, not so much. But I'm recommitted. I was trying to accomplish 1,000 words a day, so I'm back to that. I'm not reaching it consistently enough, but I'm getting close and more importantly, I'm writing.
Gold Man is coming along. My son is keeping me busy. Nice weather has finally arrived--along with the allergies. But at this point I'm going to follow my own blog rule of keeping it short. I don't have time to read long blog posts, I don't have time to write long posts. Of course, perhaps I've already broken the rule, but nottheless, I blogged today.
I don't know what blog readers want to read. Quite frankly. I don't get it. I'm no more a committed reader of blogs than I am of posting to my own. Don't get me wrong, I think blogs are an asset to society today. Occasionally, I find some terrific tidbit or valuable information on blogs, but I'm not a religious follower of any one single blog, not even my own.
As a writer I know it's important to have an on-line presence and I've worked to be online, but I think I've been trying too hard. Trying to sound--I don't know--bloggish. I don't even know what that means, so it's a no wonder I couldn't manage it. It's time to be just me.
Here's what's going on. My self-imposed deadline for the latest book I'm writing has come and gone and as you may have guessed, the ending, not so much. But I'm recommitted. I was trying to accomplish 1,000 words a day, so I'm back to that. I'm not reaching it consistently enough, but I'm getting close and more importantly, I'm writing.
Gold Man is coming along. My son is keeping me busy. Nice weather has finally arrived--along with the allergies. But at this point I'm going to follow my own blog rule of keeping it short. I don't have time to read long blog posts, I don't have time to write long posts. Of course, perhaps I've already broken the rule, but nottheless, I blogged today.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Good News!
I have good news. I recently placed as one of three finalists in the 2011 Break-up Contest hosted by Alaska Romance Writers. www.akrwa.org.
I have done much to advance my writing career, to both get serious and prove that I am serious. But I waited too long for contests. I have a list of reasons and excuses, but I blame only me for holding me back. I hate rejection (who doesn't, right?), but I more than hate it, I fear it. Let me correct that, I feared it. No more. People aren't going to like what I right. A lot of people. My own sister doesn't like romance, though I hope one day when I hand her my book, she will read it. But it doesn't matter. People who don't like me don't bother me. It's there problem, not mine. And the same has to be true of my writing. It's not a personal attack. The sister I mentioned before? She was excited to hear the news of my finalizing. She doesn't like to read romance, but she still supports me. Anyone who doesn't like what I write or the way I write... it's their problem, not mine. I am who I am, I write what inspires me.
I blame only me. I held me back this long. Fear was the excuse, but I was the reason. Shame on me.
I have done much to advance my writing career, to both get serious and prove that I am serious. But I waited too long for contests. I have a list of reasons and excuses, but I blame only me for holding me back. I hate rejection (who doesn't, right?), but I more than hate it, I fear it. Let me correct that, I feared it. No more. People aren't going to like what I right. A lot of people. My own sister doesn't like romance, though I hope one day when I hand her my book, she will read it. But it doesn't matter. People who don't like me don't bother me. It's there problem, not mine. And the same has to be true of my writing. It's not a personal attack. The sister I mentioned before? She was excited to hear the news of my finalizing. She doesn't like to read romance, but she still supports me. Anyone who doesn't like what I write or the way I write... it's their problem, not mine. I am who I am, I write what inspires me.
I blame only me. I held me back this long. Fear was the excuse, but I was the reason. Shame on me.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
New Year's Resolution
For the most part I don't parttake in New Year's "Resolutions" per say. As the New Year presents itself, I prefer to think of how I want to better myself or my life. This year I am committed to being a bit more organized. I have several items on my plate to manage and I'm not "formerly" working, although my son keeps me on my toes for sure.
My blog doesn't directy tie in with my resolution, but it definately merits attention. So far, I've been averaging about once a month. Last time I was on facebook, I still knew how to use it, so although I'm proud to have an on-line presence, I really need to be a little more present on-line. I guess that's my sub-resolution.
So Happy New Year to all, and to all the hope for a better you and a better tomorrow.
My blog doesn't directy tie in with my resolution, but it definately merits attention. So far, I've been averaging about once a month. Last time I was on facebook, I still knew how to use it, so although I'm proud to have an on-line presence, I really need to be a little more present on-line. I guess that's my sub-resolution.
So Happy New Year to all, and to all the hope for a better you and a better tomorrow.