Five and a Half Inches

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!

It’s a Good Day To Be A Writer

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.

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Guillermo del Toro on Imperfection

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“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

Okay, Stop Me

…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.

Distracted

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
looking dim.

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.

 

 

 

My NaNoWriMo Novel is Live! | Back_Space

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. 

Loving Ashe 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.  

via My NaNoWriMo Novel is Live! | Back_Space.

When Self-Doubt Visits Me

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Image by Cristiano Galbiati

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.

No Flowery Prose Required

We live in a world were we are judged
by the number of letters we can squeeze
on a screen
that’s as big as the palm of one’s hand
if not smaller, so many words lost,
unseen.

Where 140 characters is all that we have
to tell each other how we feel
what we see, what we hear
no one has time to hear the other out
140 characters is all that you have
to make yourself clear

And books have gotten smaller,
for their the pages are now numbered in screens
and the page flips of one’s thumb -
too many flips and you lose your dear reader,
so be vigilant,
be dumb.

Simplify your message, just forget all flowery prose.
If you want to be heard, remember -
theres no dignity in wordiness,
for the Prousts of this world,
have long ago
been blurred

So I count my words carefully,
willing them to fit inside
this new age box,
and as I toss them out into the world, I fail -
for they only sink like leaden
rocks.

230K Reads And Counting

I’m pretty thrilled, mind you, that my story Finding Sam has gotten 230 reads so far on Wattpad.  For the sake of math, I guess with 48 chapters, that means each chapter has gotten 4,900 reads or so (I am terrible with math by the way, so if there’s another algorithm that makes sense out there, enlighten my NaNoWriMo-addled and editing mind).

However, those are free reads unfortunately, so there’s no money in the kitty just yet.

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My fake book cover with Fassy’s eyes. I’m still looking for the perfect book cover by the way. Anyone have suggestions?

In other news, I’ve written 29K words for my NaNoWriMo novel, Loving Ashe.  And I’m currently having a #firstworldproblem – deciding whether they sleep together in chapter 10 or not.

Yes, this is what goes on in my mind when no one’s looking…

 

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