I have been unable to write because it isn’t fun for me anymore.
In recent times, whenever I tried to write, a ton of voices in my head would stop me. I remembered what different friends of mine had said, and I would chastise myself as I wrote. “Don’t use so many pronouns!” “Adverbs show you’re an amateur!”
That person doesn’t like this type of sentence. This person despises that kind of plot.
It isn’t my own work anymore. It isn’t my inspiration. It’s just me worried that I’m going to offend someone.
In February 2018, I’m going to be 41. That’s pretty crazy
and almost unbelievable for me, but that’s not the focus of this essay.
I’m here to warn you about turning 40, and at the same time
do a quick sidebar about my own emotional journey this past year.
Let’s backpedal a bit, though. This year I have undergone
physical, emotional, and mental changes.
The physical changes are probably too detailed and personal
to really be comfortable for either of us, so let’s move on to the emotional.
I’m a writer. I’m an artist.
I will never have long discussions about mathematical
equations with you.
Nor will I ever give advice about investment.
And I will never amaze any of you with my knowledge of mechanics
Though I will never be the best, I CAN promise you that the
words will always come, whether I pen them down or not, and they will always be
and true to my vision. I will always
read works by others and use their words to peek inside
Just a quick note, here:
I recently changed the design for my whole website, and thus it may be difficult, if not impossible, to read some of my old blog posts.
I need to go into each entry individually and change the colors. Each one. Individually.
As I've already spent more time than I should have just to change the rest of the site, I don't think I'll be doing this today, but I'll get to it soon. Sorry about that. :)
So…I’ve had enough with the insulting memes.
You know the ones.The clever, one or two sentence imageyou
see on your social media, designed to offend one crowd and give a “Hell, yeah!”
I’m not talking about one particular post, because this form
of bullying comes in all forms and against all groups. Yes, bullying. If you’ve
ever posted something like this (and I’m pretty sure I have too),you probably
think that ‘bullying’ is a strong word choice.In that case, let’s take it
apart and discuss.
There are always exciting things happening in our world of indie authors! Here is a news flash from my friend Jessica Wren.
Cover Reveal for The Solomon Project
Good morning, and I would like to extend an invitation to join me as I launch my second novel, a paranormal dystopian/historical fiction combo called “The Solomon Project.” I started this novel for NaNoWriMo after carrying around the idea for years. I don’t think I’ve ever had more fun writing a book.
The novel revolves around Eddie Ruiz, one of the so-called “solomons” who, under a cruel social experiment called The Solomon Project, is one of the approximately 15% of males spared mandatory sterilization at birth.
10/23/15 was my book release party, and I couldn’t be happier with how it turned out. I met a lot of great new people, both readers and authors alike, and have more books I’m interested in reading…which makes no sense because I have about 15 books on my to-be-read list as it is. But, one can never have too many books, right? Right!
You know, a day like a release day is one of those days that authors live for, and not just because it’s a party starring us. It’s because, as soon as we make notes for a book and start typing, this day marks our achievement of having completed said book, of having going through rewrites and edits, waking up in the middle of the night when we’ve just realized how we will pull the entire plot together, chuckling to ourselves or even crying to ourselves as we write out a scene, and many times of having to tell our own families “Not now, I’m working, okay?
Surreal 2, also known as Surreal Enemies: Angel City, is fast approaching its release date (still unknown). I can't wait for you guys to read it.
I'm in the home stretch for the DayDreamer sequel, currently clocking in at over 65,000 words.
It's still very rough so I have lots of fine-tuning to do, but I'm getting there. Once I finish and submit this, I'll continue working on Surreal 3, which currently has almost 22,000 words.
I'm also working on
All right. Two personal blog entries in a row. Time to get
my head back in the game.
Writing updates: My sequel toSURREAL ECSTASYis still in
the publication process. I’m currently at almost 50,000 words for theDAYDREAMERsequel. That’s my top priority right now, but it’ll take a bit more
time because I have some major renovating to do on its manuscript. I also have
a new book of poetry I self-published not too long ago. It’s a kind of sampler
of 50 of my favorite poems over the last 20-some odd years.
I was hanging clothes in my closet, and remembered something
I saw on Buzzfeed’s FB feed today (yes, I take my Buzzfeed/FB experiences very
seriously).A woman struggling with her weighttossed out her old clothes, and
it helped her journey to feeling better about herself.
Without really thinking about it, I did just that. I removed
the clothes I have to look at every day without being able to fit them. And…as
can be expected…I cried. I’m not even sure why at first – I just took a cute
green fairy shirt off its hanger, folded it, and placed it on my bed, then went
back for more cute clothes that were mean because they didn’t fit (and haven’t
for a long time).