So I began the process of building up physical copies of “Beyond Here”. It is a lot different than doing the ebook. So far I love it!…not the process but the end result. Outside of a couple of minor fixes mass production through Createspace and Amazon will be starting up soon.
As I stated last time I made mistakes. One of those things being using social media better. If I had simply asked I could have saved myself some trouble by focusing more on physical copies of the book. There was more clammor for this than ebook. Lesson learned. Not the last one either.
Short post for now. Until next time have a writeous day!
Hello Writeous Ones!
Wow, it has been a long time since I’ve written a personal blog. A long, long time. Plenty has happened in that time: my daughter is about to go to college, my girlfriend (my favorite author) is living with me, that whole President Creamsicle thing happened *ugh*. Hmmm…what else, what else?
Oh! I’m finally going to publish my first book!
It’s only taken forever but it’s happening. As of this moment Beyond Here is set to go out into the world on May 31st of 2017. I can’t begin to explain how nervous I am about this…but also relieved.
Getting this story out into the world has been a looooooong process. Towards the end of last year I had a tenative offer from a small press to publish Beyond Here. Of course I was ecstatic about the opportunity. Someone other than me believed in my story! But in that excitement I got lazy. It needed plenty of polish and care that I neglected to give. So 2016 passed and then came February of 2017. By this time I was aware that the offer had fallen through, but with that a fire was ignited in me to take matters into my own hands. I believe in this story. I believe in me. Also it became time to stop talking about it and to make it happen.
The biggest thing to get over was my own fear. Fear held me back for the longest time. Now it’s time to start trusting in myself and living in my possibilities.
Hopefully I’ll be doing more of these mini updates from now on. Until next time have a writeous day!
5000 words knocked down last week. *uproarious applause* And to my surprise that was with taking Saturday off. So to me that means my output is growing. I’m thinking Nytemares and Dreamscapes can be done, well the first draft anyway, by the end of the year. Heck, maybe by the end of November. For me that would be quite a feat. I’ve had stories that have taken years to finish, only to now have a story that has taken less than six months.
For this week another 5000 new words. It might be a little difficult this week because I have to start a new Halloween short story to post later. There’s a few ideas, and really when aren’t they, running around in my head. It’s a matterof deciding on the idea and letting the characters speak.
For this week I’m listening to The Assassin’s Curse by Cassandra Clarke Rose and The Strain by Guillermo del Toro and Chuck Hogan. Two books at the opposite ends of the spectrum. But so far I love them both. I’m especially loving the differences between The Strain book and the show.
Well I suppose I should make sure I get my writing done today. Until next time writeous minions have a writerous day!
Have you read all the articles, books, and blogs like I have? Just hoping, praying even, that you stumble upon the “key” to success? I’m sure you have. Have you also found that one rule counteracts another? I’m sure you have.
The only rules to writing should be: write, read, repeat. Oh, and to hell with the naysayers. Just write and keep going!
Until next time have a writeous day!
I tried to find a quote to better mirror how I’ve been feeling and what’s been running through my mind for awhile now. Surely the right phrase is out there writeous ones. Perhaps I will find it when I’m better suited to handle the right words.
I think I may have depression.
For the longest time I’ve told myself that I’m just going through a rough patch. Heck I’ve even romanticized the “put upon writer” character. Lately though I know it’s more than that. It’s not like I don’t have things to be depressed about; life, job, illness, etc etc. These things have been and will be there. The thoughts of closing the chapter on my story before my time are the most troubling. And these thoughts will come out of nowhere.
This happened many times growing up as well. The feeling of needing to isolate myself, those voices telling me how worthless I am. They would come and go with no explanation. Back then I didn’t understand it, but now I know what it could be. I know there are treatments, options.
I’m writing this because I’ve seen all the research which boils down to creative people are much more likely to suffer from mental illness. That means as I may be struggling, some of you are as well. The first step is identifying your symptoms. Next seek treatment. Don’t be afraid to seek help. Your mental health is important. You. Are. Important. Please don’t wait until it’s too late to do anything to help yourself.
Until next time have a writeous and healthy day.
*This is a post I did nearly two years ago at For The Love Of Writing over at Blogger. Considering I still need to fear myself from some fears in my writing from time to time it still rings true. Hope you enjoy!*
Happy Independence Day!! Isn’t that a fabulous word? Independence. That is what I decided to focus on today for this post: independence. A simple word to say, but one of the more difficult ones to put into action.
This week, without realizing the significance of the weekend at the time, I made a promise to work on a query letter. For you more bold writers this may not seem like much of a thing to promise. However, if you are like me; timid, shy, that kid who always sat in the back and was told they’d never amount to anything, well then I’m sure you know how I felt. This was the next step. A new step into an alien world. Its not the world of publishing which was frightening. What was frightening was actually trying. To not stand on the sidelines and get into the game.
It’s one thing to have talent, to have skill with putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, and writing what’s in you. Now you’ve breathed life into these characters, you’ve created a world unlike any other, and now you’re creations have life and a voice. They cry out to you that they want to be heard…but you keep them on a file in an unused folder on your laptop. In my case, you keep several finished and half finished notebooks of stories in a dusty tote in a shady corner of the room. Day after day you lie to yourself that “today I’m going to pull it together”, “I’m going to spend all day on this”, and “Take the kids out! I need to focus. Do you want me to be a writer or not?!” So fine you get your way the house is empty. No kids running around. No phone ringing off the hook. That pesky neighbor decides to leave you alone for the day. Now its you…you and the silence. There’s no more excuses, nothing to distract, nothing to keep you from reaching new heights and taking that leap of faith. Except there is something still there: you.
When you’re in that position you have to face the fact that you aren’t free. Fear, doubts, the past, whatever it may be something is shackling you and stopping you from being the person you want to be, living how you want, from even attempting to be that person. You wonder about yourself and the skills you know you have. I have even wondered why I was asked to be a part of this blog with such amazing writers. I’ve diminished accolades from other people, sites, and whatnot, choosing to live in a shell. But no turtle stays in its shell forever. You have to poke your head out.
That’s when you have to declare Independence.
You have to stand up with the same conviction as the colonists had against the British. (I apologize by the way for the whole tea thing for our British readers) But they came to a point where they said “enough is enough”. They fought for what they believed in and they made up in their minds they would sever the bonds of tyranny oppressing them. How? They tried. Talk wasn’t going to get them anywhere. They had a focused goal and set out to accomplish it in any means possible.
Sure, many people fell and countless others were wounded. But they knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Nothing worth having comes without buckets of sweat, drums of blood, and at least a warehouse full of pain. That’s the only difference between the would be author and the bestselling author. The bestselling ones cried “enough”, shook off the fear and the doubts and other creepy things lurking in their heads telling them not to procede.
I’ve been writing since I was nine. It’s hard to remember a time writing has not been in my life. But until now I haven’t been free. This weekend i took the steps, I’m trying, I’m telling those horrid voices in my head to can it. Writing is what I love, what I will always do, paid or unpaid. I declare my independence from the “wells, maybes, and certainly from those buts”. I speak life over my dreams. I finally take control of my life!!
This week I will send out my query. No matter what. And I will keep sending them, while writing, writing, writing. I’m FREE!! Independent and loving it 😀
My only question is…who else is with me?
Declare your Independence, loud and proud. Take back your esteem and move past the past. Brighter writing days are ahead my friends. Just shake free of those shackles.