Here we go. Blogging again. Yep. That means Raven’s Return is almost done, and I’m gearing up into production and marketing. I had to flip the narrator to first person, and it’s making the voice modern. I love it.
The web page is on a new server and will be designed again to fit the second book. And . . . the cover is in the design mode. Thank you, Barry Guimbellot. It’s about to become real again.
To self publish or find an agent? Marketing is the key here, so that will be the major selling point in my decision. This time around, I will not ignore the red flags.
Right now, I’m having fun with my first person narrator.
Time to get busy again. It feels good.
New Year’s Eve is one of my favorite nights. No, it’s not because I get to party and ring in the new year.
I like this night because it gives me time to review the old year, some of it good and some of it not so good. It gives me time to become reflective, which always leads me to gratitude. . . . gratitude for what I accomplished no matter how small or large, gratitude for my family, and gratitude for the person that I am becoming.
I read about a New Year’s Eve ritual that I’m going to do tonight. You write down your regrets, mistakes, and failures on little strips of paper, and then you simply throw them in the fire, and say, “Good Riddance.”
Well, I was informed that if I threw them into the fireplace in our house, I would burn the house down because apparently our fireplace is only supposed to burn the gas logs that look so pretty. Well, I guess I will just throw those strips of paper in the trash or in the shredder.
But you get it. You say goodbye to your regrets, mistakes, and failures over the year. You get it out of your system, so it does not keep clogging your mind and holding you back.
Try it and see what happens. It’s way of letting go of the baggage from 2012.
I’m looking forward to 2013. Sure, it’s not going to be perfect, but if I slow down and take time to enjoy it and learn from the good and even bad times, I think it will be a very fine year.
Happy New Year!!
Balance and Harmony
When I don’t write, I tend to wall myself in one emotional room and stay there. That’s what has been happening every since I started teaching again. I was so caught up with my work that I forgot what I was supposed to be doing . . . writing.
Don’t get me wrong, I like teaching. I don’t like grading papers or dealing with students that don’t care, but teaching is actually fun. But my passion, what I’m here to do . . . I neglected at a cost, an emotional cost.
I’ve started editing my second book again, and it feels good. It feels right. It feels like what I’m supposed to be doing, well, besides making brownies all the time.
There’s a quote that I try to follow in my life but failed miserable this semester:
“There is an Indian proverb . . . that says that everyone is a house with four rooms, a physical, a mental, an emotional and a spiritual. Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time, but unless we go into every room every day, even if only to keep it aired, we are not a complete person” (Simple Abundance).
That’s true. I’ve been living in one room, well, maybe two rooms. It’s time to start walking into all four rooms and to find balance again. For me, finding balance is writing, and balance leads to harmony and peace.
Isn’t that what we all want eventually? Balance, harmony, and peace. The hard part is finding it and not losing it.
Flabbergasted. I love this word. It’s just fun to say. Flabbergasted.
A couple of weeks ago, I was flabbergasted by my own parenting skills. I mean I was flabbergasted that I made some good parenting decisions. I know. Shocking.
My nine-year old daughter found out that her tumbling coach was no longer at her gym. This coach had been working with my daughter for four years on her skills. I soon realized that my daughter was going to go through the stages of grief. What did I do? I let her grieve. I let her go through denial, sadness, and anger, which she took out on me. There was even a little bargaining.
Finally, she is starting to accept the fact that her coach is not coming back. I let her grieve, and let her work out her feelings without me stepping in and tell her that it would be all right.
We usually think of grieving in terms of someone dying, but it’s not. We can grieve for many things: a life that we gave up, our old body, a friend that has moved, lost relationships, and even a tumbling coach. It’s all right, and it’s normal.
She’ll bring up her tumbling coach every other day and talk about her, and I’ll listen. I miss her, too. But the fact that I let my daughter work out her feelings and not try to put a band-aid over them is why I am flabbergasted. I made a good decision with parenting, and my daughter is adjusting. Score one for the crazy, blog writer.
Now, I’m really going to be flabbergasted when I start making healthy decisions on how to take care of myself.
Just to cut myself a break, I am being much kinder to myself, slowing down, and enjoying moments in life.
Ah, now I am flabbergasted.
Here’s another review for Brownie Fix:
I’m loving this blog tour.
Check out my interview and excerpt from Brownie Fix on Samantha March’s blog. Love this blog tour. Check it out:
Here’s my guest post on procrastination on Ruby’s Books and her review of Brownie Fix:
Or . . . just read below for the guest post. Yes, it’s an exaggeration:
Some people think that writers just write a steady stream of words, and it turns into a novel. That doesn’t happen to me, not even on a good day. If I’m going to jump into a manuscript or edit for a long period of time and be committed to it, the first thing I do is procrastinate. I’ll do it for a couple of weeks that turns into a month until I just can’t stand the pressure of it anymore and have to start writing.
Here’s a recent day when I procrastinated. Of course, my normal procrastination schedule was thrown off because my kids have started summer break:
Wake up at 4:30: Write. No way. I go out with my running buddies to burn off the guilt that I’m not writing.
7:00-8:00: Eat breakfast and watch Buffy The Vampire Slayer because the kids are on summer break and are asleep. Maybe Buffy will give me inspiration?
8-9:30: pull up manuscript that needs editing and stare at it. Check emails and Facebook and realize that I’m exhausted because I got up at 4:30 to go run. Sleep.
10:00-11:00: pick up house, clean it, stare at manuscript, check and answer emails, do a blog post to release the guilt that I’m not working on my manuscript. Get one child ready for swim lessons and yell at teenager to get up from bed.
12:00-1:00: Go to Power Yoga to release more guilt and pressure from not doing what I’m supposed to be doing.
1:00-2:30: Get changed, dressed, hair and make-up done so that I’ll feel better so that I can write.
2:30-3:30: Realize I can’t write because I have to get kids from summer activities or I’ll usually tell them to go find something to do, even though I’m not doing what I’m supposed to be doing.
3:30-4:30: Stare at computer.
5:00-9:00: Chauffeur duties for kids’ activities and will bring laptop to edit manuscript but spend time gossiping and completely zoning out.
9:00-11:00: Spend time with the family and husband.
Ok. This is a slight exaggeration, and all my days are not like this one. Sometimes, I substitute brownies for yoga, and I don’t get up at 4:30 every morning. I actually do have a part-time teaching job, and sometimes my family will eat dinner at the table.
This sounds absolutely nuts, but it’s normal for me. No wonder people think writers are crazy. Hmm. That manuscript is still waiting . . . I’ll think I’ll make some brownies.
Here’s another review of Brownie Fix. It’s a honest one, which I like. The only thing is that the reviewer mentions a mother-in-law, and I didn’t have one in my story. Hmmmm. Here’s the link:
Here’s my interview from Amie Louellen on her blog. Check it out: