It’s the 23rd day of NaNoWriMo, and though my word counter says I’ve written 67K words, I’m really only at 45,635 words (because I am editing as I go – don’t tell anyone). In the midst of it all, the house is untidy, my gray roots are showing, and I’ve slackened off on my running – and walking. Yes, my butt has gotten quite big in a span of 23 days.
But in those 23 days, I published my novel Finding Sam. Indie-publish should be the word to use though, since I didn’t get published by some big-name publisher and they’re not yet beating a path to my door. Hell, not even a small publisher, not that I even know what publishers are not actually vanity publishers right off the bat.
But I’m quite pleased with myself that I got my book on Kindle and Smashwords’ Premium library, which means I get to see it featured in the search results on the Apple bookstore and other stores that Smashwords sends their novels to be featured. I thought it would be nerve-wracking and confusing. it’s not like I kept a checklist on paper – for this one was all in my head, and on my browser bookmarks folder. Now all I have to do is tackle the marketing, but that will be after NaNoWriMo.
So all in all, in those 23 days, I don’t think I’ve done too bad. I’ve managed to stay out of trouble – online, at least, and have kept on writing, and pants-ing pseudo plotting my way to the end of my second novel, Loving Ashe. All I need to do now is input the number on the NaNoWriMo website and call myself a winner.
But not till this second book is done and dusted. I’ve got 7 days left.
I’m in love with this contraption
really, I am
five and a half inches may not mean much
but it feels like I’m in the grand slam
Maybe I’m just too shallow
maybe I’m just too dense
but I love the way it feels in my hand
I love how it’s not all pretense
for size really doesn’t matter to me,
or who knows? Maybe it does
I can barely grip this thing with one hand
oh, how I love the way it does buzz
it always has something to give me
whether I’m sitting still or out for a jaunt
but five and a half inches of pleasure
what more can a girl want?
* Yep, I finally got my iPhone 6 plus!
Today, my first son turns 23. It’s also the day I chose to publish my first novel, Finding Sam on Amazon.
Now , while I just “published” an in-progress novel for NaNoWriMo a few days ago, there’s nothing like actually publishing a completed novel because I know it’s as “done” as it can be. Even my husband told me a few weeks ago that if I kept worrying about perfection like I do over my work, nothing I write will ever see the light of day.
So last night, bleary-eyed and cross-eyed, I hit the button marked Publish and unleashed my dearest Sam into the world. And while there may not be any balloons, cake and confetti to mark such a momentous occasion, I did receive my iPhone 6 Plus today and just activated it.
And I also heard from the Margaret Atwood people about the Wattpad contest I entered a month ago where I wrote a bit of fan fiction for her new novel, The Stone Mattress (and no, I didn’t win BUT I am getting a copy of her book as a runner-up!). Still…
It’s a good day to be a writer.
- Reposted from Back_Space | by Liz.
“Well, I have said this in the past, so I hope i don’t bore you by repeating it, but I think that we live or die under the tyranny of perfection. Socially, we are pushed towards being perfect. Physically, beautiful to conform to standards that are cruel and uncommon, to behave and lead our lives in a certain way, to demonstrate to the world that we are happy and healthy and all full of sunshine. We are told to always smile and never sweat, by multiple commercials of shampoo or beer.
And I feel that the most achievable goal of our lives is to have the freedom that imperfection gives us. And there is no better patron saint of imperfection than a monster.
We will try really hard to be angels, but I think that a balanced, sane life is to accept the monstrosity in ourselves and others as part of what being human is. Imperfection, the acceptance of imperfection, leads to tolerance and liberates us from social models that I find horrible and oppressive.”
— Guillermo del Toro
This one just makes me smile each time! Love how it has, among many of my favorite movies, Strictly Ballroom‘s amazing final dance scene!
…but I’m apparently on a roll over there on Wattpad with my #justwriteit (#nanowrimo) effort Loving Ashe.
So, yes, I’m actually, as my muse Ashe would probably say, chuffed to bits.
Stop looking at your damn phone, for once
watch your kid, and push him on the swing,
instead you sit with your eyes glued to your phone
letting someone else push him, while you simply sit there
And when he tries to help another kid, you blame him
and say we’re going home if you don’t behave,
And he tells you he really was helping the other kid, but you didn’t see that, did you? Too busy looking at your phone again -
what the hell’s on the display?
Are we this distracted now, seemingly burdened
to raise a generation of ignored kids?
Do we even see the stupidity of it all, our phones
more important to us than the reading out loud
of three little pigs?
Isn’t it a laugh when we purport to spend time with them
only to stare at our gleaming phone screens?
And let them play and run and be beaten by bullies
but we’ll never know that – our faces super-glued
to these damn machines.
So I’ve been quite busy with this NaNoWriMo thing of late, judging by my latest word counts, and since I already have it up on Wattpad, I decided to expand its reach a bit more. I need all the encouragement I can get!
And readers can even discuss the book – you know, point out typos and all that…
Tonight, I ambled over to my Leanpub account after ignoring it for a few months and finally got started editing my first novel in earnest. While it needs another read-through (and maybe the traditional manuscript printing and wasting paper bit), I decided set it aside and upload the NaNoWriMo book I’m writing, Loving Ashe.
And what do you know? It’s currently live! I have it up on Wattpad, but I’ve decided to continue it on Leanpub, where readers have the option to not just read it for free (which is pretty good!) but actually purchase the book based on what they think it’s worth. It’s a huge gamble, but I’d rather have that option for readers to buy the book if they like it, than none at all. It’s also a great way for me to test Leanpub as an e-publisher and online shop.
Whether you decide to pay $1, or $4.99 or even more, it’s up to you. Whenever I update the book, like when I add a new chapter – especially since the clock’s a-ticking with the NaNoWriMo write 50K words in 30 days deadline – you can opt to receive an email from me or not. It’s all on the page.
So if you’d like to read something a bit light, a bit romantic, a bit sexy and sometimes even a bit funny, Loving Ashe could be just for you. If anything, check out the new digs and tell me what you think.
When self-doubt visits me,
it tells me I’m no good.
It tells me I’ll never make it, that I’ll amount
to nothing in this world
And sometimes I believe him
though sometimes I rage,
wishing the things he says aren’t true,
but even my lies are showing their age
I wish I had the courage to prove him wrong,
that some day, I know I can
rise up against him and win this time
for I know deep inside I’m no sham
For I can do this, and be quite good at it
even if doubt tells me, “No.”
But what does this old friend really know?
For nothing it sows, ever really grows.