I woke up today thinking about this blog post, and I readily admit that I became stressed. I thought about just ditching it again and taking a nice, long walk on the beach. Who would really care? I’m on vacation. Not only that, but I couldn’t think of one thing to say. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. But I have to post something because other people rely on me. Other people expect me to fulfill my obligation to the blog.
That made me wonder about life and obligations and why we do the things we do—both professionally as well as personally.
Sometimes I’ll catch myself saying, “I have to call my mother today.” Do I really? And if I make it sound like a duty or an obligation, is the actual act of doing it insincere? And if it’s insincere, should we even do it?
How often do we complain about doing our job or fulfilling a promise hastily given? It made me think about my kids’ field trips. They aren’t busloads… Read the Rest…
For me, revising is like housework. It’s Hell on Earth.
I have five kids. My house is a wreck—all the time. Needless papers make their home on top of cluttered countertops. Soccer shoes and cleats and backpacks litter the floor to the point where people have to step over stuff to get into the house. Dishes pile up in the sink at an alarming rate, and the recycling bin overflows several times a week.
When I stand in the middle of the chaos, I feel…chaotic. Some people, who love to clean and organize, would rub their hands together gleefully. Oh, the corners I can clean! I can’t wait to get started. Not me. I shut down. I look around, not knowing where to begin, so I go find something else to do.
Same goes with revising. I love to create the story. I love bringing my characters to life. I love making them overcome obstacles to achieve their goals. I just can’t seem to do it myself.
As writers, don’t we love to read interesting stories? Some people wonder where we get our ideas. Sometimes there is a random story or an idea, but other times it could be just a day. Just another day.
Take February 19th for instance. Google it. Research some of the most interesting things that have happened on that date throughout history, and you have yourself a story. During my fun research project, I must admit that I’ve read more than I ever wanted to about cannibalism and murder for hire. But it sure does get your creative juices and just plain curiosity running.
Wouldn’t it be interesting for a character to know some strange and random piece of trivia like the first prize was inserted in a Cracker Jack box on this date back in 1913?
Or maybe one of the 800 people killed by one of the sixty tornadoes in the southern U.S. in 1884 was the great, great grandfather of the character in your book…. Read the Rest…
People have been talking about this day long before they began the Armageddon discussion for the 21st. Some people plan to get married today because they feel it’s a lucky day. Others plan to be extra careful because they don’t feel hopeful.
There is so much hype about the end of the world and the year 2012. I have to admit that I’ve fallen victim to its lure. The National Geographic channel has done nothing to curb it with their Doomsday Preppers and Apocalypse shows.
But this blog is really about luck and whether we have the good or the bad kind and how we react to situations that seem lucky or unlucky.
Who immediately took that innocent question straight into the gutter? For shame, for shame!
I meant with NaNo. For those of you not familiar with this, it’s a time when we writers decide to torture ourselves for one entire month. We try, and sometimes succeed, in writing a 50,000-word book in one month.
Usually when I first start my book, I’m a little bit excited but mostly fearful that every word I write will be utter and complete crap. Then, a week into writing the novel, I start to enjoy it. My characters pick up speed. It starts to feel real. Although I may not see the light at the end of the tunnel, I can certainly see that I’m staying on the tracks. And then…
And then comes that damn hump. It’s a big one, too.
I’m looking at it right now. Although it’s not Wednesday anymore, today will be my own “Over the Hump” day. It’s when my story should very well hit 25,000 words. But I’m a… Read the Rest…
I expected to see denial in his expression. Maybe a bit of skepticism. What I didn’t expect was the excitement and hopeful expression. And my heart skips in response.
An axe-murderer might be excited to get rid of some clue. But he wouldn’t have that hopeful look plastered on his rugged, handsome face. I glance down at the picture of him with his arm around his sister, and I have a moment’s hesitation. Would a murderer be that protective of a younger sister?
Armoires shouldn’t be used as a mode of transportation for the dead.
That’s what I keep telling myself as I stare at the antique mahogany armoire I purchased for an insane amount of money at the auction house last month.
I’ve spent my life not believing in anything that can’t be seen or touched. That includes God, the afterlife, soul mates and the Tooth Fairy. But, lately, I’ve had to reevaluate that belief since a ghost hitched a ride to my condo in an armoire.
A cold chill has invaded the Waterworld Mermaid lagoon. Is it merely the firm grip of fall or something far more sinister?
Find out for yourself as we bring you a month-long short story anthology featuring ghost stories from mermaids Carlene Love Flores, Dana Rogers, Denny S. Bryce, Kerri Carpenter, Kimberly MacCarron, Loni Lynne, Masha Levinson and Susan Andrews. On October 31 our Ghosts in Mermaid Lagoon free read ends with a massive giveaway.
So step right into the lagoon, the water is perfect for tales of ghosts and mysteries of the great beyond.
There are so many things I’m supposed to do by the end of this month. I set myself some goals, people!
And here’s what happens when people like myself set goals…
…they don’t happen. I tend to overwhelm myself to such a degree that I end up accomplishing a big fat pile of zilch.
When I went to Nationals this summer, I walked away feeling reenergized (kinda). I walked away with some new information that would make me a more organized writer. I walked away with the tools needed to put my goals into action. I really just walked (or waddled) away ten pounds heavier. Seriously.
I’m stressed, people! I’m unable to stop putting food in my mouth. I guess part of that I can blame on the lazy days of summer and the fact that I drove cross-country with my five kids who couldn’t gain a pound if they tried. So, yes. I admit that some of my extra poundage can be tossed at the feet of the hotels… Read the Rest…
I’ll answer that in three-and-a-half words. It ain’t pretty.
I don’t know if it goes against my very nature, but planning a cross-country road trip with my five kids makes me a tad bit nervous. And anxious. And really, really, REALLY scared. It’s not so much the perpetual questions and the fighting in the backseat because I’m pretty much resigned to that. It’s the mystery. I hate taking the mystery out of my trip, which probably makes me a pantser in every aspect of my life.
I went to Ireland with my friend Ellen when we were in our early twenties. We planned our route carefully. One week to get from Shannon, Ireland to Dublin. Then we would catch the ship to England and spend two weeks touring England and Scotland. We had it all mapped out. We knew where we would be staying. We planned on hitting every tourist trap from one coast to the other.