Monday, February 22, 2016

Tipping Point...?

I was recently asked by a friend if I could look over a short story that he wrote and submitted. The story had not been selected and he wanted some general feedback as to why since a lot of places don't bother to tell you. (Understandable, but still frustrating.)

I was honored to be asked as reading someone's work is a pretty big thing and should not be taken lightly.

I enjoyed his story for the most part but I was distracted by spelling errors, word usage errors, and some big grammar no-nos. I told him that I felt that his story read more like a draft instead of something all polished up and ready for a submissions committee. He told me he had actually had an editor look over it.

I told him he needed to demand his money back.

And it got me thinking, again, about perhaps throwing my hat into the ring in terms of editing. I am not an expert... my degree in English was obtained almost 10 years ago (OMG..... a rant for another day), but I could have easily helped this writer know which version of "its/it's" "lets/let's", and "past/passed" to use! I am fairly certain that had his story been the next Great American Short Story... it would not have been published because I doubt that the submission reader kept reading too far past those errors. 

Which is a damn shame as the story was pretty good. 

I'm mulling it over.

Stay tuned. 

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Video Book Review

It has been a while since I last wrote a book review... but Ella and I made a book review video!

Friday, January 1, 2016

End of the Year Tally

Words wrote: 36.765

Items submitted: 0

Things finished: 3

Things started: 7

Overall feeling: Meh

I am looking forward to another weekend away to write in the coming year. I am looking forward to using my new office more in the new year.

I am REALLY looking forward to the Eye Team over at Kaiser finding the right dosage of glaucoma meds so that I have fewer "I can't see anything today" days and more productive days.

Word goal for 2016: 136,000. Yes. I am aiming high.

Items submitted goal for 2016: 10

Things finished goal: Everything I start, and maybe a third of the things sitting in my "Started" folder from the last few years.

Also... I am seriously considering hanging out my shingle for proofreading and editing work. We shall see.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

YA? Why not.

Zappcon was amazing.

So very motivated, so very happy to have spent time around my fellow geeks and nerds and groovy people of all sorts.

So very proud of myself for not photobombing everyone taking cosplay pictures.

It was hard y'all. Really hard.

Anyway, I came home and started outlining the family tree for this novel I started forever ago... and got confused because apparently I changed the names of of my characters half way down my plot point list.

So then I thought I would try my hand at thinking of something new.

And in the background I heard the Care Bears. (I have a three year old). This gave me a wickedly cool idea for a YA novel (novel series actually) and so that is what I have been working on in my post-con-glow.

Hopefully I can stay motivated and actually get it done.

Hey look. That annoying novel writing race over the span of the shortest month of the year (at least it feels that way) in coming up.


Saturday, January 3, 2015

That feeling...

You know the feeling. 
Of near elation. 

When you hear a song from the 80s that you have heard a thousand times before. 

But this time it makes you think of a story. 

The beginnings of a story anyway. 

So you start to write. 

And two days later you finish the story. 

The first draft anyway. 

And you reward yourself with a walk in the fresh air. 

And you notice a sign for a bookstore. 

That you have walked past at least six times. But never noticed. 

So you go in. 

And when you open the door you smell books and you hear the song. 

They are playing that song. 

And you get chills. 

And buy yourself something. 

A bracelet to wear and remember this feeling. 

And a candle to burn when the story gets sold. 

And it's not a question of if. 

But when. 

And you can't stop smiling and feeling that this vacation was the best gift your partner could have ever given you. 

Yeah. That feeling. 

Monday, December 29, 2014

The Road Staked Out

I have decided to pass up a paid nonfiction writing gig to focus more on my fiction writing. 

Last year was a year of transition for me writing wise... I feel like I hit a wall and then didn't really know how to get around it. I struggled with sense of self, with expectations (both real and imagined, both understandable and downright nut-so), and I floundered. A lot.

I am ready to rededicate myself to writing. To the written word that is produced by me. In fiction.

I am giving myself permission to write crap. To write badly. To write stories in drafts that are silly, lame, go no where, and have no point. I am giving myself permission to start over as a fiction writer, to wipe the slate clean and let go of the few nonfiction vestiges I have been holding onto.

I am going to stop calling myself a free lace writer, an author. I am going to start calling myself a writer's apprentice. I am going to read good books written by good writers and then hone my craft. I am going to read books on writing written by writers I admire and let go of the critiques of those who's work I don't appreciate. I am not going to write book reveiws. I am not going to edit anyone elses work. I am not going to collaborate. I am going to be selfish with my free time. I am going to reattach myself to the keyboard.

I am going to write when I don't feel beset by the muse. I am going to write when I am unsure of where I am going. I am going to write for me and not think about what will happen when the writing part is over. I am going to wallow in the writing process. I am going to rediscover my fiction voice. I am going to ramble and vent and think and finally let some of the demons out of my head an back onto the page where they belong.

I want this year to be the year that I am, once again, proud of myself... maybe not proud of what I wrote exactly... but proud again that I bothered to write at all.

I am going to find myself again through the words that only I can pick and place on the page.

Consider yourself warned.