See? There's even a nifty little widget to help the process along!
See? There's even a nifty little widget to help the process along!
I don't talk much about being a mom. That doesn't mean I don't talk about my children. I talk about them ALL THE TIME. I've no doubt I'm swiftly becoming one of Those Women that people hate, the kind that uses every other Facebook update to quote something absolutely adorable said by one of their children, or to remark on one of their most precious of little quirks, or to wax poetic on how their children are the greatest children to ever grace the planet and when they cry it is to produce crystalline tears that fall on the ground and replenish the earth with all of their life-giving properties.
But I don't really go very much into what it's like to BE a mom. And that's mostly because... well, I can't.
It's one of those things you can't sum up in a few choice words. And I don't mean that in the "ALL LOVE THAT I FEEL FOR MY CHILDREN IS THE GREATEST LOVE AND MERE WORDS WOULD ONLY SULLY SUCH PERFECTION" sense of the phrase. What I mean is... It's too crazy. Too chaotic. Too exhausting. Too full of astonishing, perplexing, frustrating experiences for me to be able to sit back and say, "Meh, it's okay."( Read more...Collapse )
So I wrote a book.
No, no, no. I should rephrase that. I have a published book.
Yeah, that seems to be a bit more grand.
Because I've written several books actually. Okay, I've completed three. Okay, two of those still need some editing. And I've about four other books in various stages of completion. (Note: That brilliant buzz of a new idea that I often get at 2:00 after a marathon viewing of Red Dwarf or Downton Abbey does NOT count as a work-in-progress... as much as I'd like it to.)
So out of all those half-completed-kinda-edited-perhaps-they-m
My first book.
And so I am feeling duly proud and nervous all at the same time.
But, look! Here's the cover:
Isn't it spiffy?
Oh, and it has a blurb!
"When seventeen-year-old Olivia Davies receives a phone call from her estranged father, she’s in for a huge shock. Her father is getting married - again - and he wants her to be at the wedding. So over summer break, Olivia packs her bags and makes the trip back to England to meet her future stepmother. But instead of the middle-aged woman she expected, Olivia finds herself introduced to Emmy Balfour, a stunning blonde young enough to be her sister. And if that wasn’t enough, she also finds herself dealing with the disapproval of Emmy’s older brother, Ian, a man for whom “polite” and “respect” seem to be four-letter words.
With only three weeks until the wedding, Olivia struggles to stay afloat while navigating the treacherous waters of wedding planners, aristocracy, and bridesmaid’s dresses - not to mention the bridesmaids in the dresses. But just when she thinks everything is finally settling down, a few well-timed lies threaten to destroy her father’s chance at happiness. As a last resort, Olivia must work with Ian in an attempt to set things right, a partnership that forces her to decide if keeping him at a distance or disregarding her first impressions of him will cause her to step up and make a few changes in her own life."
But, wait! It's also available on Amazon! In paperback! For your Kindle! You can even borrow it for free (if you have Amazon Prime) directly from your Kindle! It's amazing! (I mean, who cares about the hoverboards that Back to the Future promised us when you can totally order and/or download a book from the privacy of your... area that is most private to you.)
And... that's enough self-promotion. Tomorrow, it'll be back to gardening or little dolls or something that I feel much more comfortable posting about.
Episode 1? Of course not. I'm having to watch these through Netflix, which means that I have to begin with Episode 210. A not completely random choice, once you figure out what is happening and that a certain character makes his introduction here.
So the episode begins with a shot of a rambling old mansion (Collinswood, because the Collins family apparently stuck their name to everything as if they were planting flags in the New World) and a voice over:
My name is Victoria Winters...
You'll want to get used to that, because you'll be hearing those same five words at the beginning of the next - oh - 100 episodes. Or so.
The thing about jumping into a show 200 episodes into its run is that characters flit in and out without the need of any introduction. So we find ourselves watching Jason Maguire and Willie Loomis, except that we're not quite sure who they are, but Willie is sporting quite a shiner on his right eye, and Jason is a cocky sumbitch who seems to be privy to a Deep Dark Secret and is using it for blackmail.
"Just guess where I'll stick this finger if you don't tell me what you've been up to, Willie."
A very good friend of mine is getting her first book published!!!
It will be released September 17th, 2013, and will be available on Amazon.com in both paperback and e-book formats!
Oh, and here's the cover:
Isn't it snazzy?
Oh, and here's what it's actually about:
Seventeen-year-old Nina Belmonte knows her way around death; as the daughter of wolf witches lost in a magical catastrophe when she was just a baby, she grew up used to fighting on her own, tooth and claw. But her new next-door neighbor is something she’s never met, something that shouldn’t exist. He’s a vampire; vicious, cunning, and determined to hunt her down and suck her dry.
Nina knows she can’t beat him alone, but the only person willing to believe her is Gideon, a young renegade agent as mysterious as the magictech organization he once worked for. Despite the danger, his presence lights up her heart with hope—and maybe something more.
Death comes for everyone, but Nina never gives up without a fight. And if she and Gideon can’t hold off the vampire’s teeth, she’ll lose everything—her family, her chance at love, and her life.
So, you know, go ahead and check it out come September!
So, go! Show some up-and-coming authors some love! And then have some chocolate! Because you deserve it!
So, a bit of rambling about writing. I haven't done much in the last few days - actual writing, that is - so there really is no better time to talk about it than when I'm not doing it.
The Victorian Ghost Story (VGS on my computer, which makes it sound like something requiring medication) also known as The Half Killed, is kinda... stalled. The irritating part is that this is the story that feels the strongest. This is the one that I would use an example if someone were to ask "How good a writer are you?" I'm proud of this story, of how it sounds, of how much work I put into the research, and so on. And yet this is the one that is sitting and not going anywhere. And it is SO CLOSE TO THE END. Something like 80,000 words done, with a probable total of 100,000. I'm SO CLOSE. So close. I really think that the only way I'll get it done is to just pound my fists onto the keyboard for about two days straight until there are words and then I can say it is done. Well, until the first round of editing begins.
The Chick-Lit (which some of you have read most of (no, I didn't finish posting the last few chapters (and there's really no point in doing that now, and you'll see why in a second))) is undergoing a minor rewrite. Basically, I'm experimenting with changing it into a young adult story. Why? Because I really think it could work that way. In the original story, the main character is in her late twenties, several years out of college, but still wandering around, not knowing what to do with herself. In the new version, she's just graduated high school and about to head to college for a degree that she isn't really interested in, etc. and so forth. The change has been pretty smooth so far, especially since the original version had no gratuitous sex, language, or bloodshed. The only things that really need to be double-checked are the ages of the characters and a few other small-ish details. And if it turns out to be crap, well then I still have the original version to fall back on.
The short story has been sitting for about a week or so. I should post it here as a locked entry so some of you can take a look at what I have so far, but right now I'm at the crossroads where I have two options for an ending, either one would work (I think) but I just have to decide which to use and then move forward.
There aren't any other writing projects that I would say I'm in the middle of. There are a few older projects that I'd love to resurrect at some point, and two new ideas that keep teasing the corners of my mind, but I'd like to get at least one of the above finished before I tackle anything new. Ugh, why do new ideas have to be so darn tantalizing?
Today is my second wedding anniversary. For some reason, when I look at that, it makes me think that it's the anniversary of my SECOND wedding. Or maybe I'm over-thinking here.
Last week was also my mom's birthday. I won't mention how old she is, but her oldest child is now 36 years old (NOT ME! I'M THE BABY!!!) so anyone with basic math skills can at least work out a decent estimate. We went to see Harry Potter 7.2 together (I missed 7.1 at the theater, a fact that will always bother me for the rest of my life) and I have to say that I really liked it. The last couple movies (Half-Blood Prince, especially) disappointed me, I think because it was a matter big books being trimmed down to single movies. I don't want to say that I wished they'd made all of the larger Harry Potter books into two movies each, but I am glad that they did that with the last one.
HOWEVER. I will say that watching all of the camping bits in the first movie, followed by their arrival at Hogwarts (FINALLY) in the second movie only reaffirmed my original belief that I really would've liked to have known all about the happenings at Hogwarts while Harry, Ron, and Hermione were off snipping at each other. WE MISSED NEVILLE BECOME A BAMF. Why deprive us of that, Ms. Rowling?
Speaking of Neville: WHY HELLO THERE MISTER LEWIS! Tell me you don't want just one more Harry Potter movie focusing solely around that guy.
Still writing. Lord help me, still plodding away with that. There's a short story in the works right now (actually, it's one of the only things I can work on because I'm currently using my mother's computer for a week while my husband jiggers all of the bugs out of it, and I only have a couple of things saved to Google Documents, so there you are) and I'll be sure to let you guys know when I finish it. By the end of this week? Here's hoping.
Now, laundry. Or dishes. Or maybe just a snack. Yeah, a snack. Let's go with that.
I wanted to mention that Freja is doing very well, just so that no one thinks that things became completely Ola-centric here over the last few months. She'll be two years old in September, which means that she's eating big people food and saying big people words (minus a few letters, here and there) and trying to put on her pants like big people do.
And there is Tim, as well. He has glasses now, and the addition to his appearance makes me wonder how I ever found him attractive before.
I'm still in the middle of Catching Up On Things. The house doesn't feel as if it's about to topple down onto my head anymore, and I actually have a fair amount of brain power leftover for teaching dance and choreography. (Oh, we had our shows in June. That happened while I was gone, as well.) I've been crocheting lots of things for my Etsy, because there are a good number of bills from Ola's multi-week stay in the hospital. One of the things that I made was a TARDIS scarf, with pockets and little cylindrical buttons for the light on top of the blue box.
It sold pretty quickly, and it almost made me sad to let it go. Not because I'm a scarf person, really. When I do wear scarves, they're usually wrapped around my neck multiple times and tucked deep within the confines of my coat. A scarf like this would have to be worn outside of the coat and displayed, which really isn't my style. But I still liked it, and I'll have to make a trip to the yarn store so that I can make another one.
There are writing things that I want to mention, but I think I'll save those for a future post. I'm in the middle of about four projects right now, and... yeah, I think that really is deserving of its own post.
Other than that, things are going pretty well. Oh, and it's hot. Really, really hot.
Like, I had a baby.
On March 26th, at 4:59 in the afternoon, I huffed and I puffed and I brought Ola Solveig into the world.
And then, three weeks later, just when I thought I was recovering from that whole "having a baby" thing, ( it all went to hellCollapse )