Currently, I am 2/3r'ds of the way done with my novel. Yeah! I actually finished my first draft in 2008 and then decided to put it down. Three years later, I bring it from the ashes, dust the mites away, and re-read my work - preparing to edit again. Once I began reading, I began to wonder what the heck was I doing. Of course, I did some minor editing in 2008, but man - it seems like years later, my brain new better and decided to edit a crap ton. I must say, the first six to seven chapters are pretty good. However, the rest - I am redoing everything! Really, I don't know what possessed me, but I think the rewrite is working well.
However, three more years later, I'm still feverishly working on it. I had to put it down several times due to school, work, or some real life juggle. However, I told myself that I had to finish it by the end of this year. But I'm hoping to be done sooner - this will allow me to have December to edit and beta test it with some friends and maybe some peeps on here! Wish me luck!
I just went to the previous chapter and finished it - finally, except.. Now I have to create another chapter followed by this chapter - now re-naming the Chapter Numbers. Ergh,
I do one of these posts every so often. And I’m not sure why. I could blame a few people, but I won’t.
That’d be rude.
Although, I have no problem being rude or mean–I’m heartless, you know. Sort of like this fellow:
You may have noticed that the PL is under construction. It is. And that’s all one can say about that.
The other interest is that the staff (and analysts–they’re always bothering me; help me) and this professor had a neatio (and scary) post planned for tomorrow. But… the video editor is acting out.
And that made this professor exceedingly vexed. (Mr. Alastair Savage did wonderful, I must say, with the professorish drawling.)
So, depending on today’s progress, we might be able to post it tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed, gentlemen!
And don’t forget to wear your halos this time of year. (Lady Cheetah has one for the professor, supposedly.)
This is the day I use Random.org to help me throw you all a few lines of what I'm currently reading. I'm still on these short stories, and I don't normally read on days off, but I should be done before the 2nd Wednesday of December (next week is IWSG).
I chose the next few chunk of chapters for Random to choose from: pages 159-231. Random chose...........page 198.
There are about 28 lines on this page, so Random has chosen...................line 24...a long sentence that goes into the next page.
I have never been a sculptor, but something took shape beneath my fingers that night: block hands and grinning head, stumpy wings and twisted legs: I made it of my lust and self-pity and hatred, then I baptized it with the last drops of Johnnie Walker Black Label and placed it over my heart, my own little gargoyle, to protect me from beautiful women with blue-green eyes and from ever feeling anything again.
Everyone have a wonderful Turkey Day! Eat lots of cranberry sauce. :)
What if modern Korea was a constitutional monarchy similar to England’s? That’s the backdrop for Goong: the Palace, a manhwa that got turned into a wildly popular drama and musical.
Set in an alternate world where the Korean monarchy still exists, the story follows Chae-Kyung Shin, a strong-willed commoner who attends the same high school as Shin Lee, the crown prince. After accidentally witnessing Shin proposing to his girlfriend Hyo-rin and being rejected, Chae-Kyung unexpectedly learns that she will marry Shin and become crown princess due to a promise between the former king and her grandfather.
Yen Press has just released Volume 16 of the series, and you can read on for the review. (For my review of previous volumes go here.)
Back Cover Blurb
Struggling with reconciliation, Shin and Chae-Kyung are suddenly stuck in awkwardly close quarters when the king orders that the pair stay put until he can defuse the situation with Yul. But when the king, preempting Yul’s plan, confronts the public with the truth about his brother’s final wishes and allows them to decide who should be crown prince, Chae-Kyung seeks to defy the king’s command and return home to intercede with Yul. But instead of running home, she runs right into a trap…set for Shin!
Volume 16 is packed with drama, both intimate and public. Bombshells explode so quickly on each other’s heels that these chapters could have come off as ridiculously over-the-top. However, previous volumes have laid the groundwork such that the story sweeps you along rather than drowns you in melodrama.
To start, the opening chapter concludes the romantic moment begun at the close of Volume 15. Given the never-ending obstacles in the Crown Prince and Princess’ relationship, I assumed something would dispel or interrupt the mood. I was wrong. As such, Volume 16 should be a memorable one for Shin/Chae-Kyung fans. There’s a lot of skin, but the tone is more poignant than hot and heavy. Of course creator Park can never let things get too sappy, and bawdy humor returns the next morning with Eunuch Kong and Lady Han barging in to serve breakfast in bed.
Then the drama returns with a surprise announcement from the king. Yul’s been plotting all this time to wrest the throne by painting his uncle as a usurper, but the king outwits him, foiling the prince’s plot. In doing so, the king inadvertently ruins another plotter’s plans, and the trap Yul’s mother laid for Shin gets sprung by Chae-Kyung instead.
It’s not a K-drama without someone getting rushed to the hospital. While everyone (with the possible exception of Yul’s mother) is deeply affected, the two princes are the most distraught. However, Chae-Kyung’s hospitalization provides another opportunity for Shin and Chae-Kyung’s romance to deepen. Meanwhile, Yul gets hit by mind blowing guilt when he learns why Chae-Kyung left her cottage and again when he learns his mother’s part in the accident. As usual, creator Park has to lighten the heavy mood with some laughs, and her rendition of Chae-Kyung’s post-accident face is pretty funny although I could have done without Eunuch Kong’s “Lady Mama” wedding dress.
Included as extras in this volume are Words from the Creator from the Korean Volumes 23 and 24, a four-page manga about creator Park’s trip to France, and another four-page manga about Park and Yul.
The emotional roller coaster that is Volume 16 brings Chae-Kyung and Shin closer than they’ve ever been. Yul, on the other hand, is as manipulative as his mother at times but so miserable you can’t help pitying him. He looks as if he’s blown his chances for winning Chae-Kyung’s heart, and things could possibly head toward a happy ending for Chae-Kyung and Shin. However, creator Park’s left a significant loose thread, namely the driver implicated in Chae-Kyung’s auto accident, that should fuel the drama for several more chapters.
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When I'm drafting, I don't fine tune as I go. Instead I leave myself notes on how to fix things later.
- this is all telling
- cliche alert!
- this stinks, but the core of the scene is good
- this isn't the right word
- do a find search for probably & maybe
- check to see how many days have passed
- what colour is his hair??
- add in some scene setting
- does the doctor have a last name?
- good place to add description
- blech - fix this
Do you leave yourself notes as you go? Or do you have to stop and fix it at the time?
Lolita Ditzler and Deb Borys Award winning interviewer and In Print member Lolita Ditzler spoke with suspense writer Deb Borys about her “Street Stories” set of novels that take place in Chicago. Deb also read…
<p>I’m not, but <em>Eggnog and Candy Canes</em> is!</p>
<p>Blueberry Springs is back! And so are Katie and Nash and they are butting heads…or are they?</p>
<p><em>Eggnog and Candy Canes</em> is another standalone story in the Blueberry Springs small town romance series. It is a novella–about 120 pages, or about half the length of the other Blueberry Springs novels. It is book four so if you are reading in order as to not spoil the endings of some of the other books, read in this order…</p>
<h4>Blueberry Springs Reading Order</h4>
<p>Champagne and Lemon Drops (book 1)–Beth & Oz & Nash<br />Whiskey and Gumdrops (book 2)–Mandy & Frankie<br />Rum and Raindrops (book 3)–Jen & Rob<br />Eggnog and Candy Canes (book 4)–Katie & Nash<br />Blueberry Springs Valentine’s Day short story collection (book 5–coming February 2015)–Several couples to be revealed<br />Vodka and Chocolate Drops (b00k 6–coming in 2015)–Amber & Russell & Scott</p>
<p>Did you see that? I slipped two new Blueberry Springs books in the reading order after <em>Eggnog and Candy Canes</em>! And the best part? The short story collection is going to be <a title="Subscribe to find out how to get these freebies!" href="http://www.jeanoram.com/signup" target="_blank">FREE for my newsletter subscribers! Have you subscribed?</a> (Click to get in on it so you don’t miss out on the free stories! PLUS, subscribers will also be getting a chance to get a free audiobook copy of <em>Champagne and Lemon Drops</em> when it comes out in December as a little thank you to my readers!)</p>
<h3>Eggnog and Candy Canes: A Blueberry Springs Christmas Novella</h3>
<p><strong><em>Because sometimes enemies make the best boyfriends!</em></strong></p>
<p>Two enemies. One snowstorm.</p>
<p>Nurse Katie Reiter’s nemesis, Dr. Nash Leham is back in Blueberry Springs and he came for one thing—Katie. Will their battles turn to stolen kisses in the midst of a Christmas storm or will Katie find her happily ever after in the arms of another?</p>
<p>A humourous enemies to lovers romance. Only $1.99 ebook or $7.99 paperback.</p>
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<h3> Eggnog and Candy Canes: A Sneak Peek</h3>
<p>Sneak peek time!! Are you ready? Check it out! Eggnog and Candy Canes is on several hot new release lists on Amazon including Women’s Fiction Humor and Holiday stories. Here’s why:</p>
<p>There was only one way to make the already dreaded holiday season worse.<br />And thanks to nurse Katie Reiter’s cousin, the staffing director of the Blueberry Springs hospital—a man Katie had believed to be on her side when he’d loaded her schedule with requested shifts blanketing December 24 to 26—it was happening.<br />Nash Leham, her arch nemesis and biggest rival for the title of the Most Organized and Detail-oriented Staff Member, was back.<br />“Hello, Katie.” Nash’s blue eyes sized her up and she felt as though they were delving into her soul in a way she’d forgotten was possible. And seeing a lot more than she allowed most to see.<br />She scooted behind the nurses’ station. “Hello, Dr. Leham,” she said curtly, before mentally slapping herself for forgetting their old game. She’d meant to be cool and aloof, calling him “Doctor,” a title that was much too formal for Blueberry Springs, instead of giving him what he wanted—authority. Although that game was from back when he’d been engaged to her best friend, now sister-in-law. Back before he’d become the jilted groom, and returned to his natural habitat—the city. And now Katie had just handed Mr. Alpha Top Dog a one-up by calling him Dr. Leham instead of Nash.<br />Maybe she could blame the holiday season for softening her edges.<br />Or maybe she needed to pull herself together.<br />“Welcome back.” She quickly rearranged files, hiding her In Style and French fashion magazines, and generally attempting to appear completely organized. Being bare-bones staff for Christmas Eve, Katie had taken the rare luxury of spreading out the files she was working on. People said that Nash had changed after Beth dumped him, but there were only so many ways a guy like him would change, and Katie was pretty sure he was still capable of his “let’s keep our patients safe by staying organized” lectures.<br />“Looking for double pay to afford that perfect life and snappy style of yours?” she asked. Okay, so she was being a bit of a you-know-what, but they hadn’t exactly gotten along in the past and she might as well remind him that she wasn’t about to fawn over him like the other nurses used to.<br />And yeah, her conscience was reminding her that they’d done good work together and that he was actually a decent guy who had tried to do well by her friend, but it hadn’t worked out. Beth was over it; Katie should be, too.<br />Except she was pretty sure that if she softened her stance in their mini war he would go in for the proverbial kill. The man had so many rules and regulations memorized, as well as that fat stick shoved so far up his hiney it was a miracle he could bend over to tie his polished Oxfords. Only a man such as Nash could make her life hell for the next few days, and she’d taken these extra holiday shifts to chill out and avoid situations that would make her head explode, thank you very much.<br />“You like my style?” Nash asked, eyes narrowed.<br />Yes. Now go away. Forever.<br />“Too pretentious.”<br />In truth, she loved the fact that Nash never wore stained, worn-out or disheveled attire. He exuded classy confidence and his blond hair was always perfect. She’d hated his old Blueberry Springs condo for only one reason: she’d wanted it to be hers. It had been a homey blend of comfort, style, and modern simplicity. In other words, it had stood for everything Katie didn’t have in her life.<br />“Above my station?” he asked.<br />“Not exactly.” She smoothed her ponytail. “Just trying to be bigger and better than everyone else. As usual.”<br />He leaned against the counter and whispered in a low, suggestive voice that sent shivers through her soul, “Maybe I am bigger and better than everyone else, Katie Reiter.”<br />Okay, that was a different side of Nash. Definitely. She needed to close her mouth and stop imagining him taking her in the little storage closet just down the hall, her name on his lips as he…<br />Oh, wow. This whole being on the rebound after being dumped by one’s long-term boyfriend was messing with her brain. That’s what it had to be. Not…lust. Not for Nash.<br />Yuck.<br />He grinned, as if knowing the effect he was having, and patted the counter’s worn surface. “I’m back for two days.”<br />“Is it day two?” she asked hopefully. The sooner he was out of here the better.<br />Nash’s serious blue eyes took her in. She smoothed her ponytail again and stood a tad taller, matching his height. Hm. She could have sworn she was taller than he was.<br />“Day one. Hour one.” He straightened his crisp, white doctor’s coat. “Filling in. Being a nice guy. All that. It is possible, you know.”<br />“How did I not know you were coming? I must have missed the hounds of hell howling to announce your imminent arrival.”<br />“Well, Miss Head Nurse, I know this is may be news to you, so I’ll break it to you gently. The gist of it is you don’t know everything.”<br />What. A. Jerk.<br />“I didn’t miss you one iota.”<br />His eyes darkened with what she could have sworn was disappointment, if it had been pretty much anyone other than Nash.<br />They stared at each other in silence and Katie wondered if he’d heard about the party she’d held when he’d finally returned to the city to resume his oh-so-amazing career somewhere not filled with backward, casual, unprofessional hicks. Old anger stirred as she thought of his consummate professional attitude and let’s-make-things-better, gung-ho persona.<br />In other words, it had been nice having him gone. Really nice.<br />“You look well,” he said. “Is Will treating you right?”<br />“Well, he dumped me, so yes. I suppose from your viewpoint, he is treating me right.” Go figure that the one time Nash deigned to ask about her life it was to poke a finger in the festering sore of being dumped when she’d been expecting an engagement ring.<br />Men. So typically unreliable.<br />Nash’s expression closed and Katie resisted the urge to ask about his own love life. Not because she wanted to know—it was Nash, after all. But because that would be a sore worth poking. It would also likely be the very definition of awkward, seeing as, one, her brother was the reason Nash wasn’t happily married to her best friend. And two, her best friend had dumped him. For her brother. Full circle. A whole big tangled ball of awkward.<br />Plus, add in the whole yay-he-left-town party thing.<br />“We have a suture in ER room three,” Nash said quietly.<br />He seemed bothered by her banter. Where was his usual spunk? His volley back over the net? That knowing smirk that used to drive her mad and make her vow to get further under his skin next time?<br />He couldn’t leave her hanging here as the big bad bitch, could he?<br />Well, he was Nash, so yes he could.<br />But maybe he really had changed. Which would mean she’d have to be nice.<br />Boo. Hiss. That wasn’t going to happen. Him playing Mr. Nice Guy was probably a game aimed at getting back at her for decorating his Beemer with streamers when he’d left town.<br />“Amy is dispensing meds, so you’re on.” He turned, glancing over his shoulder expectantly when she didn’t fall into step behind him like the perfect little nurse she was supposed to be.<br />She was starting to really despise nursing. Even more than usual.<br />“Of course,” she muttered, hanging back enough to prove that they were most definitely not walking together.<br />Approaching room three, where town gossip and newspaper reporter Liz Moss-Brady was apparently waiting for them, Nash turned, trapping Katie unexpectedly in a small, blaringly white corner. His eyes were serious and oh so blue. She froze, not knowing what to expect.<br />Hot diggedy, he smelled good. The same cologne as her brother, she’d guess, except on Nash it smelled…sexy. Definitely not an innocent scent. It was as though someone had taken all the testosterone in the world, all the sexiness and…no.<br />This was Nash. Her supervisor for the next two days.<br />She inhaled involuntarily. Yep, totally different than on her brother. On Nash, the scent was as though Daniel Craig and Ryan Gosling had morphed into one megasexy being that contained their appeal as well as the pull of a dreamy accent such as Pierce Brosnan’s and the primal ferocity of Wolverine.<br />All wrapped into one man. One scent.<br />Completely dangerous.<br />And her body had noticed. Was definitely reacting. Knees weak and jelly-like. Pulse throbbing. Clammy anticipation swinging through her nerve endings. Check, check, checkity-check. Her body was gearing up in a way that was similar to the primal “give it to me”’ call of the wild. If she were a rhesus monkey, her butt cheeks would be a shocking red right now.<br />Ew. Not a sexy thought. And now she’d never be able to inhale around her brother without feeling incredibly uncomfortable.<br />Great. Thanks a lot, Nash Leham. You big monkey bottom.<br />“Katie,” Nash said in his serious-doctor-melodrama voice. “Can we just drop it?”<br />“Drop what?” She glanced at his hands. So perfect. Clean. Strong. Deft. No wonder he was a good doctor, a good surgeon and likely a very good lover.<br />She returned her attention to his face so fast she just about gave herself vertigo. What was her problem today? Unused hormones lingering around, not realizing that having been dumped she simply didn’t need them messing with her? Because it had been two simple, carefree weeks and the hormones should just go away and never come back until she said it was safe.<br />Right now? Not safe.<br />“This.” He pointed to her chest, then his own. “Whatever invisible thing we’ve been fighting, let’s drop it and enjoy the next couple of days.”<br />Katie tried to form words.<br />He smiled as though confiding in her, and her knees weakened again. “We’re a good team, Katie. One of the best. Let’s rock it out of the park.”<br />They were a good team. Even though they were always fighting and trying to one-up and cut each other off. Well, no…that was mostly just her. Trying to take him down a notch. She couldn’t help it. She hated the fact that he always knew everything. And now he was telling her to get over it so they could be a team, because she was the one who always started it.<br />How embarrassingly immature of her—but only because he was totally calling her on it.<br />“We complement each other,” he continued. “You are incredibly organized and knowledgeable and I have always admired that.”<br />Katie sank against the wall. He was complimenting her? This wasn’t the first time he had, but it was the first time she’d actually listened and believed it to be true, not part of some overarching game. That was the difference. She’d been competing with him, but now he wanted a teammate.<br />However, you couldn’t always trust men, though. Take Will, for example. She’d bought him a five hundred dollar car stereo system, thinking she had to balance out an engagement ring. Now it turned out she was going to be one of many gracing the gift returns line in the city after the holidays. Couldn’t her ex at least hinted that he was leaning toward “I don’t” instead of “I do”?<br />“Now that there is no longer a conflict of interest between us, can we work together in harmony, Katie?”<br />She struggled to comprehend Nash’s words.<br />His coat brushed her Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer nursing scrubs. “Can we?”<br />* * *<br /><i>End of sneak peek. Copyright Jean Oram–please contact for any copying or distributing, etc. Thanks!</i></p>
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If I recall correctly, the first post I made to this particular blog was about the question of how I know if I'm a real writer. I've long since answered that question in my mind. Even if I hadn't recently published my first novel, I know I'm a real writer. Why? The answer is rather esoteric: because I write.
But as I’ve tried to fill up my time, this desperation and frustration have gotten me considering why I write. Because not only am I trying to distract myself, I’m also battling this sinking feeling that I’m failing to get stuff done that as an adult, wife and mother I should be getting done. I mean, yes, I’ve folded the laundry, cleaned the bathroom, worked 40+ hours at the newspaper, planned a birthday party for a soon-to-turn 5-year-old, carted around said kid, made food, spent three hours at the eye doctor. And yet…
I don’t really feel like I’ve accomplished enough. Maybe that says something about my judge-y personality, or maybe it says something about being a working mother, or just a mother. Or maybe it’s that I’ve put all of these hours into watching or reading stories, and what I have to show for it is nebulous. How do you value reading fiction? Do you need to justify it to yourself? Those around you? I’ve discovered new authors this week whose work I love. I watched this beautiful movie that’s sure to inspire how I picture scenes, and the zombie show that makes me shiver. All of that feeds my creative process, I’m sure, as would getting some sleep have done. But it’s like the brainstorming process that happens in my head—there’s not really anything concrete to show for it. Does it count if there’s nothing to show for it?
My gut says yes, but when (it feels like) I’m stealing that time from all these important other things that need my attention, I feel guilty. Maybe my daughter would be reading by now if I put my focus there. Maybe my husband would be happier. Maybe my house would be cleaner and I’d be better rested and my puppy would come when I call her. Or maybe not. I have this need to create stories (dystopian or not) and maybe if I deny it or ignore it, all I’d be is a frustrated, desperate person. But how should time chasing writing pursuits rank on my list of priorities? How do we weigh that?
I’m not sure, but what I do know: When I’m writing or editing, my progress via page count is measurable and concrete. That makes me feel like I have real evidence to justify how I spent (or didn’t spend) my time. Like, the living room’s a mess, but I wrote 10 pages. I only got four hours of sleep, but I edited a chapter. That feels more like justifiable accomplishment—and I feel less guilty.
If you are a writer then you know that inspiration doesn’t always come at the most convenient times. We’ve all hit those moments in our writing where it’s suddenly like you are walking through a tub of goo. During these times the words come out awkwardly and all the parts of the story seem to almost fit but not really like when you are putting together a 1,000 piece puzzle and some of the pieces are upside down and backwards. During those times of blockage it seems like all those “inspirational” writing quotes that flash by on twitter and Facebook come out to mock me. Images that advise things like:
(To this one I always want to say- “YEAH, it was only 500 words and will probably need a complete overhaul but, yeah, I wrote today. *eyeroll*)
Then there are the relatable ones that make me want to ask the person that made it to be my best friend:
There are lots of ways to deal with writer’s block but sometimes it just takes a “pushing through” phase. It reminds me of a 24 hour road trip I took from Chicago to Yellowstone with three little boys ages 4, 3 and 1 (don’t ask me what we were thinking). The trip seemed to fly by until we South Dakota. Suddenly we were speeding down these looooong barren roads with warning signs that read “Last Chance” because there wouldn’t be a gas station for another 50 miles.
These were the hours where Joe and I sang loudly to ska music and gave the kids ANY food that would keep them happy. It felt like we would NEVER get to our stop in Montana. Then, hours later, exhausted and almost our of gas we stopped just outside of Billings to fill up. As we pulled into the dilapidated gas station I was all up in my head, dreading changing the kids into their pjs in what was sure to be a gross gas station bathroom. But, as Joe filled the gas tank and I crossed the empty parking lot with three little boys in toe, I noticed the sun setting over the mountains just west of us and how it reflected off the rims that encircled the city. The natural beauty of that sunset stunned this girl from the flatlands of Illinois and suddenly I was grateful for the long, rocky roads of South Dakota, because they got me there, to that sunset.
Sometimes when we write we need those long, seemingly never ending roads of hunkering down in order to get to the “sunset over the mountains” pay off. It’s sticking with it through those rough moments that make it even more satisfying when love the words come easily, the story all seems to click together like it popped into your brain fully formed and the characters become as real (in your mind) as your best friend or next door neighbor.
Right now *knock on wood* I’m enjoying that “on a roll” stage in my current WIP. I feel a little weird declaring it like that, like I’m bragging or jinxing myself but I think after working so hard to get here, it’s worth celebrating. It’s a trick I learned while running. As soon as I could see a hill ahead of me I would force myself to get excited for it and to run extra fast to get to the top because I knew for every up hill I struggled through there was ultimately a downhill following it. Well, unless you start at the top of the hill and end there too…but that messes up my analogy so I’m ignoring that option.
How are all you writers feeling right now? Are you on a roll, going slow and steady or maybe stopped off at a rest area? If you are stuck on a hill, take a moment to savor the burn because it’s making you a better writer and soon you’ll be running downhill so fast your feet (or your fingers) won’t be able to keep up with you!
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I've been crazy busy because I started my kids in an online homeschool program, but I started NaNo. I haven't made as much progress as I would like to have at this time, but I've made progress and that's what counts for me.
That's all I'm going to say about NaNo though.
Since I haven't been writing much, I haven't thought much about insecurities or securities. I have been a little worried that I won't be able to get NaNo done. I've already started three different WIPs because I stalled on each one. I shouldn't have done that though because now I've got three ideas going and I'm not sure which one to work on. It makes me have really mixed up, weird, nonsense dreams because all my ideas are merging together when I sleep. Which doesn't help when I wake up because then I have a hard time serparating the ideas. And there's no mixing these up so they need to stay separated.
But my indecision didn't stop me from writing 1223 words last night. It may have been a combined total from two different WIPs, but it was all during the 1k1hr I was working on. Idk, maybe I should just WIP-jump for now and see where it takes me. I haven't really written anything before now in so long that maybe I need to just get back in the groove of things and one WIP will stand out against the three.
I guess that's my IWSG post for the month. Maybe I'm a little of both, maybe my crazy non-writer life is making it hard to feel insecure or secure. I think I'm just happy that I haven't completely lost my mind in general so everything else is just proof that I'm still functioning in all the madness.
Anyway, hope this post makes sense, and if not I'm sure my ramblings are to be expected anyway. Have an awesome Wednesday, maybe I'll get it together and see you again before the month is up. :)
'Tis the week before NaNo,
And all through the 'verse
Writers are mumbling, and cursing,
And swearing, and worse.
November is on us,
How'd it get here so fast?
The last time we checked,
Summer barely had passed!
We need time to start plotting,
We need time for a plan!
We need time to develop
Our characters...oh, man!
The outlines are bare
No settings are made,
The backstory's blank
No foundations are laid!
At From the Write Angle,
We writers are tough,
But it's that time of year,
So we're screaming, "Enough!"
NaNoWriMo is calling,
We must heed its call,
So we'll be back in December,
With more posts for you all!
Jemi Fraser is an aspiring author of contemporary romance. She blogs and tweets while searching for those HEAs.
My teacher continues onto Shakespeare and poetry and I find myself zoning out again, reliving another daydream filled with interviews and book signings, movie deals and money. This is where I learned that you won’t get anywhere without working hard. To me, this meant constant revision, constant changes. I knew virtually nothing about what “markets” are into; I just figured that if someone liked the things I wrote, they could publish them. It was almost as if I lacked any fear, but the real answer was I lacked knowledge. I didn’t know anything about the publishing word really. All I had to go one was some vague ideas and misconceptions. I was currently finishing up my first novel that year. I was proud of that, because I’d really put work into it and created something that would be my own. But I was biased; in reality, the writing was nowhere near as good as what that same novel is today. But I loved it because I’d made it.
I used to get so annoyed, so frustrated with this whole thing. I was impatient (still am), I was confused as to why an agent wasn’t responding or that I didn’t already have a book deal. I figured this thing would be so easy. My character flaw was pride, and that had taken several blows over the course of it all. When you’re young, it’s easy to feel trapped. It’s easy to feel afraid. Easy to be manipulated by what you see or read or hear.
Then I came across AQC. And you guys really put me in check. You put a stop to my cockiness and shredded my queries to bits (for that, I’m eternally grateful; I wouldn’t have been steered in the right direction had you not) and I came to know a community that was just as driven and determined as I was. We all rejoice the good news, and lend a helping hand when things aren’t going so well.
I know I’ve come a long way since my pompous, gangly, 14 year old self, and I know I still have a lot to go from here, but I’m glad that I’ve made some friends and have made some changes along the way. I’m curious to know what the future holds for me.
One thing though, I’m still channeling my 14 year old phantom, because that was when I started to be determined, to enjoy the beginnings of an adventure through writing.
That is one thing that will never change.
Game review: Jazz end the Lakers with 22 points reversed three-game losing streak
Opening, Bryant feel bad, before three shots were wide of the basket, but the Lakers rely Price and Hill scored, the first gain an advantage. Since then, the Jazz back attack feeling, Hayward pointers and free throws to help the team go-ahead score. Bryant promptly force, consecutive field goal, the Lakers biting score. But before the end of the first, Bryant end, the Jazz took the opportunity to play a 10-5 wave of attacks, will expand the advantage to double digits, a single to lead the Lakers 32-20.
Second section, the Lakers lineup rotation poor performance, was jazz played 11-2 offensive. See the team behind as many as 21 points, Kobe Bryant can go it alone, he forced two consecutive third shot hit, three-point play and later succeeded in his marker. Under section 9 points Bryant single stimulus, the Lakers finally play some improvement, Boozer storm and free throws. Before the end of this section, the Lakers answered with a 8-2 offensive half to 38-54 behind the Jazz.
Ex situ battles, Jazz let Hayward, Favors two main early break, the Lakers continued the second last paragraph of section excellent condition. Bryant free throws, three and CIC quickly scored six points, Carlos Boozer and Johnson, who also lend a helping hand. Only 6 minutes, the Lakers finished 23-3 offensive surge, in one fell swoop to 61-57 go-ahead score. Since then, the Jazz finally found the feeling, the use of long shot and breakthroughs up points, to stabilize the situation. Three kick, jazz advantage almost gone, only the Lakers leading 72-69.
Distal, the Lakers up is a 7-0 attack wave, again ahead score. Since then, both teams refused to give the Jazz hit two three-pointers, the Lakers will rely on rookie Randall cut points, his scoring range jumper in the rapidly contributed 8 points. Call of Duty, Bryant played again, and assists Davis layup after Ellington hit third, the Lakers lead six minutes. Since then, the Jazz offense sluggish, Bryant made two free throws to seal the victory. The Lakers defeated after three consecutive games, finally ushered in returning to the victory.
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