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Looking Forward

So I sat down to write a story for my Storybook Corner prompt and when I hit the 600(ish) word mark I realized I was nowhere near the end of the story I wanted to tell. It’s a story I ended up really liking (far more than I expected to) and I’m not going to disgrace it by finishing it and then hacking it down to fit the 500 word limit. Yes, editing is removing the crap from the good, but I don’t even think that it’d be possible to cram it into 500 words judging by what I’ve written so far. I’m talking minimum novella length if not full novel. It’s a pretty complex story with a lot going on. It didn’t seem like it at first, but the more I write the deeper I fall into the rabbit hole. I’m not sure where the idea even came from. I just sat down and started writing without knowing where I was going–just trying to get an idea where the prompt would take me. It took me to a place I didn’t even know existed in this warped mind of mine. I love when that happens, though it’s rare. Usually a story requires a great deal more thought before I start writing it.

The ones that fly off the cuff, though, are often the stories that I almost always end up liking the most. Sins of a Father is one of those off the cuff stories, born on a whim for a 100 word story prompt— my first foray into Friday Fictioneers to be exact. I love that story. I’m looking forward to releasing it at some point. I’m hoping you guys love it as much as I do.

Anyway, I will have to put this one on the backburner for a bit though as I have a few other things I want/need to finish before I dive into a new story.

Lately, I’ve been spending most of my “writing time” reading instead of writing so it felt good to actually write for a change. It got me back in the mindset of wanting to buckle down and get some stuff done. I’ve got enough to work on that it’s almost overwhelming, so it’s good to have that sense of drive and direction back. It was nice to focus on being a reader for awhile, but it’s time to get my eye back on the ball.

I really should quell the number of projects I work on at once. I’d probably get a lot more done in the long run if I limited myself to one or two projects at a time. I’ve got at least seven projects in various stages of completion at the moment, but some of those might never see the finish line. I’m probably missing 2 or 3 that I haven’t looked at for awhile in that count. So yeah. Too many. I need to pick one and stick with it until it’s done or I decide it isn’t worth pursuing any longer, then move on to the next.

That starts today. That starts now–as soon as I hit publish on this post.

My novel, currently titled Nightmares, is next on the chopping block. I have 76,000 words of rewriting ahead of me. I’ve tried several times before, but I just felt too overwhelmed by all the work this beast requires. I’ve never went in with the confidence I have now though, so this time I’m sure I’ll push through it. And after that, I’ll push through it again. Then again if necessary. I’m about to make this manuscript my bitch. I’d say wish me luck, but I don’t need it. Not this time.

Side note: there are only a few days left in that four to six month wait to hear from Nouvella on Sins of a Father. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. My mind leans toward it being so bad that they can’t find the words to tell me it sucks or they haven’t even looked at it yet. Either may be the case, or neither may be the case, but it’s always best to prepare for rejection and be surprised if events take it a different direction. Regardless, it’s looking like I may have to contact them soon to get a status update.


Random fact…


Enough already!

I almost missed today’s post, but I’ve still got just over an hour to get it in. Plenty of time.

If you have children or have been around children over the past ten or so years. Pretty much if you haven’t been living under a rock, I’m sure you’ve heard of the Wiggles. If you haven’t, its a group of men in brightly colored clothing and a bunch of weird characters singing songs for kids. They’re still on Saturday morning television and have about a billion DVDs out there.

I tell you that to tell you this: I am totally and completely sick of the Wiggles. They get my respect for doing something they enjoy and making a decent living out of it, but they do it too well apparently. My daughter is in love with one of their DVDs and insists on watching it over and over and over. I can’t take it anymore. They could use that thing as cruel and unusual punishment in Guantanamo.

If I didn’t care about my daughter’s feelings I would destroy that evil DVD, but I couldn’t do that to here, so my suffrage with continue. I’m sure the rest of you parents out there feel my pain.

Wish me luck! I’m going to need it!

Morning Dose of Happy

For the first time in a long time, I didn’t hit the snooze button half a dozen times before dragging myself out of bed. Instead, I got up early and did a little writing. Word count wise I didn’t get whole lot of writing done, but I was focused on my writing instead of Facebook/Twitter/my blogs/email/etc. I only wrote for about half an hour (that’s all I had time for, though I would have loved to have gone longer), but it gave me a wonderful feeling to start the day. I can’t say I even remember the last time I left the house to go to work and I was smiling. It’s not that I dislike my job, it’s just grown stagnant. It’s basically the same thing every day. Yes, there are new tasks and the occasional challenge, but the means to accomplishing the objective is basically the same every time.

I’d love to be able to start out everyday with even a brief writing session, but the reality is I tend to hit the snooze button without even realizing I’m hitting it. Over the years, I’ve conditioned myself that I get up at a certain time and when the alarm goes off before that I mindlessly hit snooze and go back to sleep for a few minutes.

I’d like to say this is going to end and I’m going to get up earlier everyday so I can put in a half hour of writing before work, but the reality of the situation is I’m currently a slave to my habits, and until I can change those habits I’m not making any promises to myself about getting up earlier. Doing so would only be lying to myself, and I’m above that. I will however say that I will try to get up earlier tomorrow.

As Rich (go visit his blog, he’s a good guy and a wonderful writer) told me, “eyes on the prize.” If I just keep looking forward, I’m bound to get there eventually, even if that only happens a few hundred words at a time, but I will get there. Of that I have no doubt.

Ready! Aim! Tweet!

I’m convinced a twitter is a type of cannon that you load words into and shoot at a wall.  You’re then expected to make sense of the resulting jumble of words splattered all over the wall before the canon fires again. That’s what Twitter feels like to me anyway.

I try to be diligent and converse with people and keep up with those I follow and those that follow me, but everything just seems to get lost in the never ending stream of cannon fodder. It’s quickly getting to the point where I’ve begun unfollowing people whose name I can see more than two or three times on my screen at any given point in time.  Any more than that and you’re just spamming my feed and I can’t follow anyone because I’m so distracted by your persistent tweeting about who knows what.  It’s not that I don’t like you guys or anything. I just can’t keep up with anyone else when I’m busy with your numerous tweets.

I know you’re trying to be helpful to others, but posting a dozen links to interesting sites in a matter of five minutes is just too much. My brain shuts down and I ignore everything after the third link and just shut off the entire site for a day or two.

I keep trying, but I just can’t seem to get into the whole tweeting craze that has swept the world. Bear with me while I try to get the hang of the whole thing. It may take awhile, and by awhile, I mean forever. I may never fully grasp the Twitterverse, but perhaps I am just a Twittiot when it comes to sorting through the jumbled mass of words and links strewn randomly about my feed by the Twitter cannon.