Good News!

I would Love to have an apple tree in my future backyard someday!Have you heard the saying the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree?

Well, in this case it’s true! My boy-o was entered in a poetry contest (he claims he didn’t know) and according to the letter we received his poem was selected by The American Library of Poetry to be published in this year’s book of poetry, Eloquence.

Yup, this proud mama is cheesing hard. Of course, the kid doesn’t even remember the poem (I do, he asked me to read it before he turned it in.) It was for extra credit in history class. Amazing, he’ll be published at fourteen and he’s acting as if he doesn’t care. Maybe he’ll feel different when he actually holds the book in his hands and sees his name in print. It’s an awesome feeling. We’re very proud of our boy.

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I also got some good news of my own. My first chapter for Innocent Sacrifice (the latest novel I’m working on) got accepted for the HD California Writers Club Anthology. Plus I’m working with a fellow author on her book launch.

So much stuff in going on…and yet I want more. Does that seem greedy?

I can’t help it. I got a taste of the good stuff and I want to bathe in it, baby!

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Where did my words go?

Have you ever had those days where the words are whispering in the back of your mind, but no matter how much you try you can’t figure out how to get them on paper?

I’m talking about when the scene won’t work no matter how much you bang your head against your keyboard. I came across this pin on my Pinterest:

write write write

 

Right….

How about when you can’t connect the words together to make a sentence that make sense? Or better yet writing dialogue that doesn’t sound forced or stilted?

Ugh, I’m not in my happy place. Can you tell?

Damn, muse…she can be such a capricious bitch.

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It’s almost time

Well, things are getting real. I know I’ve said it before, but now I’m talking to my publisher about release dates and pricing. And it’s awesome!

Of course, I’m a bit of an emotional basket case. I’m not going to lie, I’ve considered following in the footsteps of some of the literary greats and taking up alcoholism because I’m losing my mind (JK, I can’t handle the hangovers, I’m a sissy.)

Sylvia Plath quote | "God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts."

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But, seriously anxiety attacks and mood swings have been part of my daily action plan whether I want it added to the list or not. Exercise, yoga poses, and stress eating haven’t helped at all. So I do what every other red-blooded, gung-ho driven writer does in a situation such as this, I ignore it all and keep pushing forward.

I’m researching book blog tours, purchasing marketing materials, and utilizing social media for blatant self-promotion like I learned in PR101. Do I think it’s enough to garner enough attention to generate a solid following of dedicated fans and boost sales?

I don’t know. I hope so.

Here’s what I do know, I’m releasing my book in the next couple of weeks and I’m freaking out!!!

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It’s getting close

Edit, Edit, Edit

Edit, Edit, Edit

I’m at the point where I realize I need to seek the help of a professional. No, I don’t mean therapy. I’m talking about an editor. I feel like I’m turning my wheels and correcting words that aren’t taking my story to the next level.

I need to suck it up and make the call.

Geesh, I didn’t think it would be this hard letting someone new actually read my work

So much to do…

Some say you can’t rush perfection. Others would say that’s just an excuse to procrastinate.

 Depending on the day and my mood, I can agree with either one.

 Of course, this doesn’t help me finish my checklist. So many details, not enough brain cells.

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