250 pages and interview done!!!

So today I hit 250 pages and that is a monumental amount for me….

I’m 30 pages in to my 2nd edit and I have finally told my reader who will read my final draft. Next step, finish edit, reader, then final touches and then search is on….

Well the large interview done and feel overwhelmed that so many people read it and shared by amazing friends, family, people who have experienced the foster system or my followers, thank you all!!

I am thankful that I have such amazing people in my life personally or socially!!!

Thank you as well to my coworkers and of course ashley and Tristan for sharing your amazing story!!

Goodnight all and I shall have sweet dreams!!

The closeness of close

So the editing #2 is going like a freight train on a smooth track and all is well in the passengers world. Its so much faster since I am not doing as much and so the finish line is right around the corner.

Do I dare perceive to say that I am almost to my dream of dreams? To be able to work full time as a writer. To be able to afford to pay the bills and have a savings account? To feel that all my life the talk of being a writer and actually being one is actually happening?

The day I was into a room, whether my book shelf, my mother, sisters, the library whatever and see my books, is the day I know I have made it.

The excitement is almost scary.

 

Editing #1 is done!!

Well the 1st edit and correction is finally done. So tomorrow starts the 2nd full read of my book, edit page 1 by 1 and reedit as I go. Excited yet definitely terrified of finishing because then there’s no exscuse…ready or not here comes the rejections.

I keep thinking that even the best authors got rejected as well so hey if they got rejected then ok….I know my story is awesome.

So I’m almost ready world, tomorrow is the beginning of an end, also in a couple days I’ll be posting the interview of the sisters and I’ll of course keep all of you with me on this journey..

Thank you all

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!!

Short blog and hey guess what??

So sitting in my car, not wanting to go in my apt. Night sky is clear, Michael Jackson Billie Jean’s on, and 70° weather.. feeling pretty good

I’m starting an interview blog every week, because I like to see how people react to one on one, getting mighty personal.. plus I am starting off with two sisters who at first seem sweet, naive, and new….

But to my pleasant surprise they are intelligent, complex, serious and mostly kinda perverted and dark…

So Monday will be the interview…enjoy..nite all..drink one me all!!

Homeless thoughts?

This gentlemen is one of many vets that are homeless, in a pretty decent neighborhood at a corner, by a million or billion dollar hospital. Does every homeless person have a story? Do they have sob stories about after the war and coming home to a country that literally turned their back on them? Or are they millionaires trying to make more money?

Is the thought that the homeless are really rich people make it a reason to not give them something?

Why did I take a picture of this Vet? Because this man is the symbol of failure in our eyes and even though he or she probably lived a life of saving someone, or maybe losing a family, addiction, job loss, millions of reasons that they got were they are now, no matter what success they have had this is the moment that matters now. Why?

No I am not homeless and yes I have family were maybe this person doesn’t have family, so yes I am lucky. But being a writer this is what we fear most, is it not? To quit our jobs, write that book and be the biggest seller that your heart could even take. How bout them apples?

But what if it doesn’t work out? What if the hard work, sweat, time spent writing  instead of cleaning your home, or spending time with your children was for nothing? What if you loose your job, home, family until you have no one or nothing?

 

What if we are not good enough?

This scares me….. i am sure it scares most. At this time of my life, I have wasted most of it by being foolish, but now that I am getting this book done, it is a physical thing that I will see on the shelf of a library or in the hands of my proud mother. I am so confident that my book is not only interesting it is unique and awesome……….

But is it? I have set my whole life on being a writer to fail at every corner and now here I am. At the cusp of my success, showing everyone here that “Oh yea she really did write a book, I thought she was just messing with us!”

So Homeless man as a picture on this blog?

1.Something rude and socially horribly to capture a true American at a low point.

2.A way to remind everyone to give to the poor

3. A tasteless act to fill the picture at the top of my blog.

4. An incredible desperate move to think of someone elses misfortune this time?

 

Hmm who knows…. Or maybe Vet and God Bless where the biggest words on his board…. hmmm

Oh Joy the funness of Rewrites!!!

Rewriting the rewrite of the editing of the edit…… long and ongoing… but quicker then I thought. It seems that the edits are going faster and it is a thrill. Page 120 of my book is now page 144….. TEE HEE

I do a happy dance as I get weird looks from the family… Not much to Blog but happy thoughts…

 

Happy Happy Joy Joy

Rejection

So I think that when I am getting closer to the book to be done, the nerves are out. Not that I will get rejected because oddly enough, if I get rejected someone will eventually say yes. I also figured that if after so long I get no luck I will self publish.

I don’t want to self publish my first book… Is that Lame? I have a set of children’s stories that I might self publish but my first book is my baby. I wouldn’t just put my kids in the lion den and scream “dinner time!” So why leave the publishing and the final edit up to me, the author who already feels that I am a writer God.. I am like a doctor with a god complex except I like to kill my people… No I gave up being a nurse– so no worries.

My husband says my writing is good but he also likes me sometimes sooooo… Well I have accomplished my blog for the day so yaaaaa.. Nite all and don’t forget that if I like you I promise I wont kill you off on the first chapter.