Back from the dead and a most welcome book!!

So Please forgive me from not being social lately, the flu has convinced me that the zombie apocalypse is for real. I am still in need of a nebulizer but at least I can now successfully get out of bed, without feeling like I can pass out. So now that I am back from “the dead” I am sitting here at the regular spot, trying to catch up on so much lost time. I thought writing short stories would be simple, I mean we as writers have all these little stories that get stock piled up there somewhere. In a cavern or tunnel, hidden in the depths of the psychopaths locked door, just in reach of a computer and endless hours we don’t have.

Speaking of endless hours, I don’t have. One of my coworkers had said to me, as he noticed my book at my desk. “Where did you find the time, to write a book, how did you have time?” The easy and the hard answer is I had to make time. Like anything that is important and worth doing and amazing, you have to work around that schedule. I am thankful that I have such a great support system and a day off. I take have of that day and write at the coffee shop. I get myself out of the element of chores, calls, tv and anything that takes me a way from the writing.

Now that doesn’t mean I don’t get distracted by social media, but to make this work, its necessary

. Without that, I would be publishing with no attention, and I want my baby to get that attention, it deserves.

Anyway so back to the short story problem. My first book I have had in my heart since I was young. An amazing story about vampires and love and hate and a curse, all is great. RIGHT? Then all the years I didn’t get down to writing, vampires blew the heck up. I mean in the 80s and 90s they were there but then everyone made a movie or book about vampires. The more I saw the more I swore and kicked and pulled a tantrum, but I knew in my heart, that my story had something different that no other story had, so the excitement was real.

So it was easy to write the story and finish it. (excluding the second story and so on). But now,  I am in the waters of unknown imagination, stories that have not all been written. New stories that I have to unleash so then I can get something out there and then return to Thea and Blake.

So now I am better, I have some cool pictures to share. One is a kid that stole my book from her mother and my own book that my son and I are holding.. Yes I was sick when I took the pic, but oh well!!

My continued adventure

So Book- written and published, whats next. Promote Promote Promote. Family Friends Strangers… So what that means is— the hope that you don’t annoy people enough or the hope that you do annoy people enough to look at your books.

Follow you on Instagram, Facebook, word press, and twitter. Buy the book and then want to buy another. Reach out to the public life newspapers and tv. Shows like Ellen (Yes I email her every day)

Whats next? Continue with master plan of annoyance and start a new project. So today I am starting a new project, a short story collection. Then while working on that project, continue the story of Thea and Blake. Pray people still are planning on buying the book and reading on kindle. Trying not to give up since the hard work is just beginning.

This month I get to buy my own book and for certain family so they have their own. On this adventure I note a few things, sometimes and I say sometimes, family doesn’t support you as much as coworkers or friends. Its frustrating and sometimes disheartening but the overwhelming love you get from those who truly support you is amazing. Like my editor ie my sister Jade is the one who shared and rooted me on in a big way. She is someone you want in your life as you see those who should support you and don’t or not as much.

I hope in anything you all do you have that person in your life. Well my faithful and small but mighty followers,  hope you check out my book as well, and I hope you have a great Superbowl, whoever you root for.. commercials and all!!

 

Love your adoring writer and biggest fan

Pure Amazeballs satisfying holy cowing

So since I finally got the nerve to self publish it has been unreal, the moment I can call myself a published writer. The moment that I see my name on a book cover. I grew up with nothing and now I am on to something. Now I am standing at a level of success, whether large or small that I have finally began.

Agent or no agent / publisher or no publisher/ deny deny deny deny…. why? Cause of a title that feels over played– well I believed in my book so much, the title, though common was just the premise of something unique and different.

I feel, no matter why the denials, never heard “its HORRIBLE” “Why would you show me such crap” My eyes are burning from such crap that at least I dont have to look at the abomination that you call writing.”

Maybe agents are like ex employees.. Maybe they cant say its horrible, but its not the right fit.

But I knew better. I believed in myself and that’s what mattered. My story has comedy, gore, surprise, suspense and most of all just a good story.

But yet agents do get lots of stories and so why not self publish– well to self publish, you have to get out there– (WHAT I HAVE TO SOCIALIZE!!!!!!)

You have to trust that a program you decide to use wont mess up your baby.

You have to have a following- people who are as excited as you are– friends, coworkers, family. Even strangers that you meet at sprint that “seem” interested.. But it could’ve been a sales ploy… I really love our new tablet, phone, speaker, Bluetooth headset and gift cards to all my cousins, mothers, brothers, fathers, sisters neighbors in a five mile radius.

So I guess what I would say is YES we see shows with hollywood happy ending but real life isnt so bad.

Truly Truly after school special– deal with it.. HAHAHAHA

 

 

The Writers Journey when ready?

So I have neglected to blog and blah I hate that, its like abusing a child. Well who doesn’t hate abuse? Abusers I guess… So for all my readers, friends, families who have ever written a book, poem, something somewhere its scary right? I feel like the most bi polar writer in the whole world… I am confident my book is great …. then the next moment I quiver at the thought of putting together my summary or for all who know BUM BUM BUM…. the infamous “Query” …

Checklist

  1. Book done
  2. Edit done
  3. Agent search found
  4. Query– confidence gone— WHATS MY BOOK ABOUT????

How do I know what will catch the agents eye? Three or more of some of my nearest and dearest I had to ask to read and the first things that they say are, “I am going to be brutally honest” and I lie and say “Ok!” Inside I am thinking “great book, sucky summary and your brutal honesty will be so brutal I will weep at my desk and swear at my neighbor a bit more.” But their honesty was normal and informative and they didn’t say the story sucked or Jesus, “Twilight Much?”

So I carry myself a little bit higher then I did before because I didn’t take my summary to someone who creeps around, rubbing their hands together and whispering… “I shall hate you and hate your summary, BAHHH HAAAA.”

Mind you, I sometimes picture the agent this way….. But now that I have taken some advise and I am now going to do a final draft and throw the 25 pages or one chapter in the email, I wonder….. “Did I screw myself?”

DID I SCREW MYSELF???????????????????????

This query and example chapter is the door to my success… The door that looks more like the door from the nerdy white kid that seems a little creepy and then come to find out he killed so many people…… Or is it the door of the person that is going to be the most successful person when they get older?  That door….

Did I do enough? Did I? This is a dream that I have peeked at from a far… Did I screw myself? So with fingers crossed and prayers to God, Allah, Metallica or even Stephen King… Its on like Donkey Kong.. So 8 weeks from now Ill know

 

Wish me good Luck all —

Busy bee sometimes forgets the honey!!

Yea so Mother, Wife, Writer, Employee, Housewife, Doctor, Playmate, banker, Accountant are all my titles. So when you have so many titles you don’t do well with most of them.

Sadly when reviewing these things the one I have to do the most is Employee. The job that pays the bills until writer becomes paying job. Employee is the one on my list that I do the most and that’s the one is dislike the most. 8 hours plus per day 5 days a week with ultimately strangers helping other strangers with their needs.

So I know how lucky I am, I do and I may seem a little whiny here but when I sit at my desk and I am there, all I think about is being here. Here where I can write about how to get the character to fall in love with the other character Thea and Blake.

How can I make Maxwell’s death the most gruesome and amazing death so my readers can go “Holy cow, I never thought that someone can do that and want to write about it.” I feel that my characters are in my story and I can imagine Thea looking up from the page going “Arent I important? You have rewritten me and I am starting to get this slamming body and not look like Mario brothers from the original Nintendo and now I only know one word lines…. I NEED DEPTH I NEED SOUL Whats more important then that? I need substance! I need the world to know who I am. I am a survivor of a deceiving family who has powers and a bloodline that is strong, and I need Blake to understand that, that is why I cant do this!!!”

I really don’t want to speak for my other characters because they have real issues. But they do want to be heard, they do want to tell their story that I have kept hidden for years. So I don’t go on social media as much as I want to. I don’t talk or visit with people as much. I don’t clean my house like I should. I do however go to my sons games and we are expecting to have an 80s movie Marathon next weekend. I did slow dance with my husband in our living room, cause hes cool like that and I plan to go visit my family.

But this book is almost done, my reader is getting anxious aka my sister who is into this genre and is a fast reader. So I wanted to Blog becuase you are important to me as well!

 

Good day and happy writing till next time!!

Interview: John

Off of Hwy 63 and 2nd st SW the ramp to get on 2nd st to St Marys hospital in Rochester, MN, is where some of the Homeless go to stand to see what luck they get with money, food, conversation but in this case a smile. I saw him on the same corner as the vet, hoping I can get his story. But here to my surprise was a man holding up that sign that says. “Smile Be Happy.”

John is his name, he began his story as someone who started in one home to venture to another. He was headed to Florida and ended up staying in Minnesota. With a lot of medical issues that caused him to not be able to work he started off trying to look for food or money. Right now it is his fifth time waiting on disability, which if anyone has tried to get on disability knows it is a long and slow process. Most have to apply more then 2 times to even get approved.

With health issues and being homeless you would assume that he would drink, do drugs, smoke but he has been sober for 7 years and he doesn’t smoke, and didn’t talk about ever doing drugs. What he does have is a message about being happy.

I parked my car to talk to him and he was a very upbeat gentlemen. He shook my hand and told me that his original sign was the spaceship one, which made a lot of people laugh. But he changed the sign to be more point blank… “Be happy and smile.” I offered to buy him coffee or water, he said he preferred water and that he had plenty.

We didn’t talk about money and he never asked, I did say that I would see him again to check on him, if he still was at this corner making peoples day. Cars of all sorts of people waved and smiled as this one person continued to share an amazing message.

So if you are from Rochester go wave at him. He would except the smile and if you have something to spare, he would be grateful as well.

The Day That I Don’t Write=-[

There comes a time in a young or in my case old writers life that we don’t write for one day. One day where my husband thinks I need a break or my son needs my attention a little more then usual. Or I am sick, whatever it is, means I don’t write.

When a person diets, its best to take at least one day eating something you enjoy.

When a person exercises, you take a day to rest.

When you’ve been up all day, a person sleeps.

So why not take a break from writing?

Anyone know why?

To make money? To waste time on writing something that wont make a difference?

The answer, and I bet most of you know is………..the love of it.

To see the story that flows from your mind, on paper, computer, whatever it is, its like jumping out of the plane, thousands of feet in the air. Its like sex with your soul mate for the hundredth time. Its like the best piece of chocolate or a warm bath after a really crappy day.

What is that? I have always wondered about where that love comes from. Its almost like a mothers love for her children. My book is like that feeling, a feeling of total and undeniable love. When I think about writing, about not writing, during writing, after writing.

For years I put my pen down… every day it sucked my soul a little at a time. Have you felt that way as well… Is not to write like being in love with a soulless man or woman?

When I am told to take a break or I have to take a break its suffocating. Even if I wrote everyday for 8 hours per day— i would be ok with that.

Writing is my space to my balls

My princess to my bride

My Stephen to my king

Writing I love……..

Good nite and sweet dreams!!