So, I woke up at 4am this morning, for those who don't know me I don't do mornings. I would never get up at that ungodly hour on my own. No, today I woke up to the gentle yappings of my characters who were no longer willing to wait for their story to be unfolded. They wanted their fifteen minutes of fame and they want it now. I must comply or sleep will evade me until it's done.
I really hope this is a normal writer thing and not some sign that I had caught a crazy gene.
Ok, I must writer so that I can sleep.
It's going to be a long day at work.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Medicine
Life sucks, some days are so bad you want to crawl on your couch, wrap up in your favorite blanket and get lost in a book or movie or just a great CD. Today I started having one of these moments. My couch was calling to me with my blanket already warm and a full box of kleenex. I really wanted to give in and be one with the sofa.
Luckily for me there was not enough time for that.
On my way to school I busted out The Bravery and their latest album. I rocked out to angry love/hate music (probably ranked as emo). That's when I remembered we all have our own medicine. A way to escape the world without risk of losing your job, or going bankrupt. My escape comes in the form of reading a book about worlds where good beats evil and if it doesn't there's a sequel to repair the chaos. Sometimes I listen to music (okay, I always listen to music), it's like a mini vacation from my day. The final escape is when I write.
I currently write paranormal romance. I run off into a world where anything I imagine can be true. The impossible becomes possible and characters only die if I let them. My boss; who I adore and totally respect, thinks that my choice of writing is a waste of time and lacks any contribution to the better world. I beg to differ my writing is what gets me up in the morning and sends me to work each day. My world is driven by the scenario, scenes and people I encounter at work.
My book may never solve world hunger or end the national debt. But I bet somebody will find that it is the exact medicine that they need to go to work the next day. I can't wait for me medicine to be ready for mass distribution.
Luckily for me there was not enough time for that.
On my way to school I busted out The Bravery and their latest album. I rocked out to angry love/hate music (probably ranked as emo). That's when I remembered we all have our own medicine. A way to escape the world without risk of losing your job, or going bankrupt. My escape comes in the form of reading a book about worlds where good beats evil and if it doesn't there's a sequel to repair the chaos. Sometimes I listen to music (okay, I always listen to music), it's like a mini vacation from my day. The final escape is when I write.
I currently write paranormal romance. I run off into a world where anything I imagine can be true. The impossible becomes possible and characters only die if I let them. My boss; who I adore and totally respect, thinks that my choice of writing is a waste of time and lacks any contribution to the better world. I beg to differ my writing is what gets me up in the morning and sends me to work each day. My world is driven by the scenario, scenes and people I encounter at work.
My book may never solve world hunger or end the national debt. But I bet somebody will find that it is the exact medicine that they need to go to work the next day. I can't wait for me medicine to be ready for mass distribution.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Contests revistited
It appears that I may have been mistaken in the contest results that I entered. Yes, I did get a thank you for trying email, but that was a try-out for a critique group. The contest that matters, the one that is being read by published authors, agents, editors I have not heard from them.
They said at their meeting that anyone not a finalists should have their manuscripts back by May 2nd. Well its' the 7th. So, by their logic I'm a finalists, right?
Part of me the imaginary fun part has popped the Dom Perignon, broke out the noise makers and is swimming in a sea of glittery confetti. She is already planning her book signing, contract deals and even a book tour across the entire world.
The sound me has strapped myself to a chair and is chastising the other me for being to quick to draw conclusions. If I'm wrong and my little package is lost in the beast we call the postal service, I will be crushed (that will be both mes that are crushed).
So, now we wait.... again.
They said at their meeting that anyone not a finalists should have their manuscripts back by May 2nd. Well its' the 7th. So, by their logic I'm a finalists, right?
Part of me the imaginary fun part has popped the Dom Perignon, broke out the noise makers and is swimming in a sea of glittery confetti. She is already planning her book signing, contract deals and even a book tour across the entire world.
The sound me has strapped myself to a chair and is chastising the other me for being to quick to draw conclusions. If I'm wrong and my little package is lost in the beast we call the postal service, I will be crushed (that will be both mes that are crushed).
So, now we wait.... again.
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