I Can’t Believe January is Almost Gone

I don’t do well with deadlines, at least on the writing front. I’ve tried making a blogging schedule and the 300 words a day just doesn’t ever happen. When I get home, I turn on the computer, check the email, then Facebook and Twitter, and then back to Facebook. At night comes the blogging.

I work all day. Maybe there is a day or two of vacation or holiday time, but most of the time I keep a real day job. Don’t get me wrong, I do love writing, but in my own way and at my own time.

Four weeks have passed and I don’t think I’ve made one ROW80 Check-in. I have been working on the work in progress every so often, even the extra other two works in progress.

Two weeks ago, I finally broke down and bought my Kindle copy of The Game of Thrones – the first book in the series – A Song of Fire and Ice. I love this book and George Martin’s writing style. I just can’t stop raving about the book. I only hope to learn from him and create characters in the manner that he did for this book.

I have seen the first season of the series, that’s as far as I got when we borrowed the DVD set from a friend. I can’t wait to read the rest of the series.

ROW80 Check-In: I have written some, maybe 300 words here and there. February is coming, I do have ideas spinning around in my head that are almost ready to hit the paper.

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Crafts and Dogs

I like to craft. Whether it is knitting, crocheting, quilting, sewing or writing. I always have to be creating something. Even when I’m trying to put together the next book, I have to craft with my hands and not just with my mind.
At Christmas, I made the new puppy a crocheted bed. She loves it. Now it’s going to need a cloth cover after she managed to get the thing caught on her collar tags. Poor thing was chased about the room by the bed that was stuck in her collar.
Traumatized. Nope, she still sleeps on the bed. Now she tends to flip it up out of the way when she’s done with it. I never knew a dog would want a Murphy bed.DSCF0327
Right now, I’m crocheting a zig zag blanket. Colors are red, white with the border color black as an accent between color change rows. It’s looking pretty sharp.

Close-up of Crochet blanket
Close-up of Crochet blanket (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have another project I want to give a jab at. It’s using a loom my mother bought way back in the 80’s. We found the loom recently and couldn’t remember how to start the thing even. I even suggested to mom, that she should try closing her eyes and see if she could remember the hand motion she had used when she made all the placemats years ago. She had no luck. The loom once again went back into storage under the stairs.
This might change though. Tonight I came across a video showing how to use the darn thing. I had watched the video the manufacturer had posted a year ago and it didn’t help, but this one was much better.

 

Winter Loss

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Winter is coming! Oh, wait, it’s already here.
It is hard to believe that Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years has come and gone. I hope your holiday was filled with cheer and good nature. Sometimes this can be an impossible task during the holidays when things happen. Things that are on the other side of the spectrum. I’m talking about the loss of a loved one.
It’s such a sad thing to lose a loved one and even sadder still when it happens around the holidays. A feeling of hopelessness comes over them instead.
I know of a couple of ladies who have lost a loved one during the holiday season. Theirs is a tragic story of addiction taking its toll once again. Both ladies were high school classmates and each lost a child during the holidays, each a year apart from the other.
Addicts are nothing more than a ticking time bomb that can trip at any given time for any reason what so ever. It isn’t a matter of self-control. That was lost a long time ago. All it takes is just a second to lose all that was gained in recovery. Someone could offer a free sample or just place the substance in front of them, even though they’ve been clean for over 30 years.
Imagine how hard it is for someone recent to recovery. Their bodies had built up a tolerance to their chosen substance over time. They knew what they could tolerate and forget how long it took to get that way. 30 days or 90 days have passed and they use again. Fallen as angels, and so sad, they never stood a chance.
As parents, they will ponder on whether there was something more they could have done. When in actuality there was not one thing they could have done to save their child. Now they must be careful their child doesn’t pull them over the edge of the cliff with them.
I know all this, because I’m the mother of an addict. I’ve come to accept that the inevitable may happen someday to my own son. I have no choice but to remind myself that he lives on borrowed time.
These ladies that I know, are my stepping stones. I watch them from a distance and see how they fare in surviving after losing their addict child. They have shown strength during a time of festivities.
Yes, I’m filled with fear of what is to come. I learned a long time ago how to find my comfort zone. I’m not sure how secure the zone is for me, but it does exist. It’s only a faint memory of how I was, and what I felt before my son ever existed, before he was even a thought or the planted seed in the womb.
I would have to go back to that time and remember how I was happy before he existed, happy when he existed, and hopefully to find comfort when he is gone.
For now he survives, a thin line is what he walks, that can break at any given moment, and I accept him as he is, was and will be.

Howling Good Holiday


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2014 will go down in history as the year I used to fill my writing well.
Here is to hoping that I can finish some unfinished stories I started writing over the past three years. For starters, I need to finish up my Orgarlan Saga, or at least write the next book in the series, that is, if it is going to be a series instead of just a trilogy. Then there are a couple other stories I began over the years, two of which are half written.
My writing discipline has slipped over the past two years. I used to write a couple of short stories a year. I need to get back into the flash fiction habit.
As you’ve probably noticed, even my blogging has slacked this year.
This is a good time to compile my New Year’s Resolutions.
1. Blog more often.
2. Write short stories when I can’t seem to form more than one sentence for a work in project.
3. Finish the slush-pile stories, even if they are crappy stories. A finished story can find new life during an overhaul edit.
4. Read more books – especially the fantasy, historical, and romances. Nonfiction titles are handy for researching.
5. Remind myself, I’m a writer – so write…
6. Exercise more. I have a new puppy that is waiting for adventures in the great unknown world of walking down the street.
7. Buy chicks to rebuild the pet laying hens. Our flock took a hit this year when some strange monster ran off with a couple of the chickens in the middle of the night leaving a trail of feathers behind.
8. Create items to take to the farmer’s market in the spring. I can sell my books while I’m there too and let the locals know that they have a writer living in their town.
9. Publish more books.
10. Continue to re-edit already published works if I see a missed edit. This is a never-ending process, and I’m grateful when a reader takes the time to point something out to me that I apparently missed.
I do have a couple of beta readers, but if they really enjoy the story, then they seem to miss proofing errors too, when they are sucked into the story.
11. Make all the ROW80 check-ins. I really slacked in this area last year and may have been my biggest contributing factor for feeling the need to refill the well.
And last but not least.
12. Listen to more music. A must when it comes to writing and setting the mood and setting for a story.

My year in review:
I went to my first RWA Conference – NEC. I’m looking forward to going to NEC again in April. This will be my annual conference, even if I can’t really afford to go, this will be my must-do-thing. I learned so much from the workshops I have to do it again.
Deb Dixon happened. That was the workshop my RWA group held that happened the weekend after NEC. I think by the end of that weekend I was on information overload that may have helped contributed to my needing to refill the writing well.
Finished and published next work in progress. But because the story was on the other end of the spectrum I had to publish it under the pseudonym of Lydia Clark. That is all I’m going to tell you. You’ll have to search Amazon for the book; it’s exclusive in the Kindle Select Program where it is going to stay for a while.
In fact, I’m moving all my books to Kindle Select for a while. It appears that Oyster and Scribed are effecting the eBook sales for most of the Smashwords titles. So I might as well take advantage of Amazon’s program, maybe I’ll sell some print copies at the other sites. I think more people are going back to buying print books anyways. It is only a matter of time before the eBook craze ends and reading returns to the print norm. There’s something about being able to hold a real book in one’s hands and you never need to worry about the battery running low.
Do you know how many times I’ve forgotten to recharge either my cell phone or my Kindle?
By the way, I discovered the Kindle app for my cell phone. I don’t need to carry my kindle with me to work anymore. I can just read those same books on my cell phone.

 

May you have a Howling Good Holiday!

Merry Christmas Everyone

English: Merry Christmas.
English: Merry Christmas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)