NaNoWriMo, Saved By The Bell, and a Giant Cat

My days as an absentee blogger are officially over.

For now, anyway.

Here’s the latest from my neck of the woods:

1) I won a flash fiction contest over at Rachel Harrie’s Writer’s Campaign. I placed twelfth out of 192 entries, which is, apparently, high enough to win a prize. Thanks to everyone who voted for my entry, by the way. It’s an honor.

2) I’m doing my first NaNoWriMo this year. My cousin managed to talk me into it a couple of months ago. My word count isn’t quite where I want it to be, but I’ve got an awesome idea that I can’t stop thinking about (sound familiar?) and I’m good at pumping out words in short amounts of time. I can’t wait to see what I have at the end of November.

3) A good friend of mine stopped by and photographed some drawings for my portfolio. I’m hoping to get them up on the Internet soon and score some new clients.

3) I went to a crafting retreat a few weekends ago outside of the city. A friend of mine, who happens to be an avid scrapbooker/crafter/graphic designer organized the retreat and invited her friends to come out. I’m not a crafter or a scrapbooker, but I figured it would be fun and, as it turns out, I had a great time.

While I was there I had every intention of writing at least 6,000 words for NaNoWriMo, but ended up knitting half a mitten, drawing a still life, and eating more food than I have in the last six months and partaking in more girl talk than a group middle school girls at a slumber party in 1991 arguing Zack vs. Slater.

4) Oh, and I turned 30 yesterday so I’m celebrating by posting a picture of my giant cat.

2nd Campaign Challenge

It's time for the second campaign challenge over at Rachael Harrie's Writer's Platform-Building Campaign.

This one was a doozy, but I enjoyed the challenge.

Rules:

• 200 words exactly, excluding the title: Yes
• Flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, or poem: Got it
• Include the word "imago" in the title: Uh huh
• Include miasma, lacuna, oscitate, and synchronicity: Check
• Make reference to a mirror in your post: Done!

                     

The Battle of Imago

His fist ricocheted off the Opponent’s red armor.

The ligaments in his blue arms extended and retracted at lightning speed through the small lacuna of safety between them that flickered with shards of moonlight.

Though they wore the same type of armor, he knew it wasn’t uncommon to be unfairly matched.

For a brief moment, their arms became entangled and their movements mirrored each other in a synchronicity that frightened him.

The Opponent slammed his fist into his face and a wave of pain darted through his neck and skull. He returned the favor with a swift uppercut. The Opponent’s armor rattled and a mechanism in his left arm snapped.

He smiled. The Opponent was weaker.

The Opponent struggled to maintain his stance and faltered. Through the miasma of aggression he saw an opportunity and drove his fist straight into the Opponent’s jaw, causing his head to oscitate from his shoulders and pop into the air.

Before he could celebrate his victory he felt his body rise into the air and float some distance before settling on a shelf.

“If you ever want to see your Rock’em Sock’em again, you boys better turn the lights out and go to bed!”

                       

If you liked my story take a moment to swing on over to the list of entries and vote for me (#53).

It's Award Time!

In the recent weeks I’ve received a few awards from some awesome bloggers. This has left me feeling quite honored and happy.

*Takes awards and pins to blog*

However, I’ve been so busy lately drawing, making tissue paper flowers, traipsing across the Midwest with my parents, and dodging tornadoes (imaginary) that I haven’t had time to post about it until today.

                      

This is my very first Internet bloggy award ever. EVER. (Thanks, Randy Lindsay, for the award!) Once Randy let me know that he had given me the award, I promptly took a moment to squee to my husband, parents, and everyone else on speed dial.

And since the Liebster Award is all about spreading the love, I’m passing this award on to:

(drum roll)

Rachel Bean

Tania Walsh

Claire Marriott

Dawn Malone

Here are the rules:*

1. Show your thanks to the blogger who gave you the award by linking back to them.
2. Reveal your top 4 picks and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog or sending them a tweet.
3. Post the award on your blog.

                      

I received the Versatile Blogger Award from Jocelyn Rish, Karen deBlieck, and Kristina Fugate. Thanks so much, you guys!

According to the rules I need to list seven things about myself. You can see my list here.

And the Versatile Blogger Award goes to:

Julie Farrar

Liz Hellebuyck

Betsy (The Everyday Warrior)

Jenny S. Morris

Yay!

The rules are as follows:*

1. Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to them in your post.
2. Share 7 things about yourself
3. Pass this Award along to 15 [I only picked four] recently discovered blogs and let them know about it!

                      

 

*To my recipients: If you’ve already received one of these awards don't worry about passing it on or listing things about yourself, just bask in the glow of being loved and appreciated.

Random Facts About Me

I was double-tagged by Megan Nafke and Lori M. Lee to list ten random facts about myself. (Thanks for the tags, you guys!)

[Edit: Turns out I was triple-tagged! Thanks, Michelle Chaston!]


Random Facts:

1. I have a Southern accent

2. I visited the Royal Library at Windsor Castle when I took a silverpoint drawing class in art school. When the librarian laid out the Italian Renaissance silverpoint drawings for us to study, I was so star struck by the da Vinci drawings that I could barely hold myself together.

3. I designed rugs for about a year. To this day it’s still one of my favorite jobs. Who wouldn’t love sitting around drawing all day long? I even got to design a line of children’s and baby’s rugs and show them in NYC at Market (sort of the textile industry’s version of fashion week.) Definitely an experience to remember.

4. Tornadoes are out to get me.

5. Planes are out to get me, too.

6. I’m in a scooter club.

7. Even though I ride a moped.

8. I hung out in a Gypsy settlement in Macedonia for two summers while I was in college. Let me tall ya, even though most of the Roma don't have very much, they're incredibly hospitable and know how to throw a party. Their weddings last for days and you can hear the music clear across town.

9. I see colors when I think of numbers and letters. They’ve always been the same colors for as long as I can remember.

10. I went skiing in rural Italy because it’s cheaper than skiing in Colorado. It’s hard to pass up an opportunity to hang out in Bavarian Italy and experience rural farm culture. The food, people. The FOOD!


And now I’m tagging…

Everyone from my four Campaign Groups that hasn’t been tagged yet!

(Beginner Bloggers 1 – Group 49, Urban Fantasy 1 – Group 30, Dystopian/Post Apocalyptic – Group 22, YA(All Genres) 8 – Group13)

1st Campaign Challenge

The first challenge for Rachael Harrie’s Writers’ Platform-building Campaign has been posted! If you aren’t participating in the campaign (have no fear!) you can sign up for the next campaign at Rach Writes next February.

Here are the challenge rules:

"Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count.

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: "the door swung shut." (also included in the word count)

For those who want an even greater challenge, make your story 200 words EXACTLY!"

And now for the good stuff:

Pappy’s Fiddle

The door swung open and a tall gray-bearded man stepped over the threshold.

“Pappy!” the children screamed. They leapt from the floor and gathered around him, hugging his legs, and smiling up at him.

“Well, I declare!”

Pappy shut the door and sat his case on the floor, then hugged them back.

A child, slightly older than the rest, stayed hidden in the shadows. He crossed his arms and watched the old man as he put the smaller children on his knees and bounced them and laughed as they pulled his beard and tugged his ears.

“Pappy, play us a tune!”

“Well, alright.” He sat the children down and pulled a fiddle out of his case.

The boy in the shadows frowned, then went to the door and pulled it open.

“Son, you’ll wanna stay for this,” Pappy said to him.

Pappy’s bow hit the strings and the boy froze. Notes leapt from the fiddle, filling the room with musical honey, and the children fell into silence and stared at Pappy’s fiddle in awe.

Goose bumps formed on the boy’s arms and, unable to control his reflexes, he smiled, then let go of the handle and the door swung shut.

If you like my short story swing on over the Rach’s blog where you can read tons of other stories like mine. (Tons of other stories may be an understatement.) I'm #292 by the way.

How I survived Hurricane Lee or Labor Day Weekend

[Edit: Tropical Storm Lee. Sorry everyone. My brain is a bit water-logged at the moment.]

For the Labor Day holiday I took a break from writing and went up to the foothills of the Smoky Mountains for an Old Time music festival. Personally, I don’t play Old Time Music but my mom and dad do. My dad plays the fiddle and my mom plays the banjo ukelele. Yes, that’s right. The banjo ukelele.

Banjo Ukeles by Accumulata

So when we weren't listening to Old Time music we were dodging rain. Luckily, the worst part of Hurricane Lee held off just long enough for us to have a fabulous weekend.


If you’ve never heard of Old Time music:

-It originates from English, Scottish, Irish, and African folk music.

-It’s not blue grass or country music.

-It’s one of the oldest types of music in America other than Native American music.

-The easiest way for a newb to tell the difference between bluegrass and old time is the way the banjo is played. Old Time musicians use the Clawhammer method and Blue Brass musicians play notes in continuous rolls.

-It’s made for dancing—mainly square dancing, clogging, buck dancing, and flat footin’.


Hm. Now I kind of feel like I need to explain buck dancing and flat footin'.

Here’s a video:

Fun Fact: That's my dad singing in the video.

So yep, that’s what I did for the holiday!

Building A Platform

I did it! I joined Rachel Harrie's Third Writer’s Platform-Building Campaign!

I’m so excited about meeting new people, sharing ideas, and learning more about what I do.

I heard about the Campaign on Sommer Leigh’s blog a couple of days ago, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to sign up for something so big (well, it’s big for me, anyway). I’ve always struggled with social interaction on the Interwebz, thanks to Internet Stage Fright, so I put off signing up until the last minute (today). I finally decided that it’s probably going to be an awesome experience and I would be a dummy to pass it up.

The best part is that participants get to join genre-specific groups to help direct them to like-minded writers. I’ve decided to join the Young Adult, Dystopian/Post-Apocalyptic, Urban Fantasy, and Beginner Bloggers groups. There’s a good chance I’m going die of blog overdose in the next couple of months because of this, but I don’t care. It’s going to be fun and totally worth it!

I’m really looking forward to meeting everyone!

Character Development Through An Artist's Eyes

Being an artist, I tend to understand things better through visual representations. Because of this, I sometimes like to describe my character development through color.

Here’s how my main character in Brilliant Idea #2 develops throughout the plot. It only covers the beginning, middle, and end, because I don’t want to give away too much of the storyline just yet, but I think you can probably get a general idea of what’s going on.

1) Softer tones represent naivete and youth.

2) Bold dark tones represent chaos, discomfort, and discord.

3) Bright colors represent growth and new life.

Something about that last one reminds me of Cake Wrecks and really makes me want to eat a cupcake.

Why You Should Back Up Your Work

Around this time last year I was just about to finish up on the very first edit of my very first manuscript. (Yay!) I was only a few chapters from the end and (Ack!) the hard drive on my laptop died. I lost all of my edits and the last three chapters of the manuscript. (Boo!)

Lego Twitter Fail Whale by tveskov

By then, I was so over my manuscript that I didn’t care that it disappeared into hard drive heaven. I didn’t lose any sleep because I was in the loathing stage of our relationship and, as I’ve said before, that usually occurs about the time I really start digging into the editing process.

Honestly, I was happy to move on because Brilliant Idea #2 was pounding on the door and I was raring to get started on it. In the end, I’m glad I decided to forget about the lost manuscript. I was able to take a break from obsessing about it for a good long while and, because of that, I’m completely over the loathing stage and back to being infatuated. Right now, though, I’m forcing myself to finish editing Brilliant Idea #2 before I get side tracked again. It’s so easy to get sidetracked and I NEED a finished manuscript like a pirate needs orange juice.

So now that I’m back on board with my first manuscript, I’m having some serious regrets about losing all those hours that I spent slaving away on my manuscript. Can’t believe I let something that like that slip through my fingertips.

I think it goes without saying people, back your stuff up.

I Think I Have Editor's Block

The last couple of days have been like a giant traffic jam of workflow. I haven’t gotten nearly as much accomplished as I intended. I like to blame it on Netflix for adding four seasons of Mad Men to Watch Instantly, but I know it’s my fault for getting distracted so easily.

I think I’ve figured out my problem, though. I’m pretty sure I have editor’s block. I’ve never had a problem with writer’s block, but I’ve always had issues with editing. I would almost rather have the flu than edit my manuscripts. One of my biggest pitfalls is taking a look at the big picture and getting bogged down in the details. I tend to do that quite a bit and it's about then that I start despising my work and getting burnt out.

Also, I tend to get bored when I’m not constantly exploring my characters and their journeys. That’s my favorite part. Let’s face it though, I can’t do anything to change the writing process. Editing is a very necessary component.

Every once in a while, though, I come across something I wrote and I think, “Did I write that? Holy cow.” Those little moments inspire me to keep slogging through the mud, and give me hope that, in the end, I’ll have a sparkling manuscript that I can call my own and be extremely proud of.

Do You Love Zombies, too?

If I could be someone else I would be a superhero zombie warrior:

I would live in a post-apocalyptic world.

I would never be bitten.

Biohazard by Francisco Javier Argel

I would defend myself with ballpoint pens.

Pen Attack by illustir

I would live off of acorns, pecans, and blackberries.

Pecan Grove Field by Proleshi

I would carry a bow and a sword.

Link by Dunechaser

I would use hairspray and a lighter in a pinch.

I would live in a treehouse.

Wolkenkukucksheim by glasseyes view

I would ride an electric car because it’s so quiet.

Melex 212 by Karwik

I would ride a vintage enduro when the battery in my electric car died.

1972 Yamaha RT-2 360 Enduro by twm1340

I would ride my moped when the vintage enduro died.

I love zombies. Sometimes I imagine what I would do if a zombie outbreak happened in my town. I live near a nuclear plant so sometimes I think that’s not too far fetched an idea, but until the nuclear reactors go, I’ll settle for writing about them.

Is News Media Fiction?

Last night I had an interesting conversation about news media.

The topic came up and eventually led to a long discussion about whether or not news media is a form of fiction.


Arguments included:

News is Fiction: Most news doesn’t affect you in an immediate capacity.

News is Fact: It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t affect you personally; emotional reaction matters, too.

News is Fiction: Emotional reactions don’t produce anything tangible.

News is Fact: There is value in emotion.

News is Fiction: The only things that are real are the things you experience in person.

News is Fact: It doesn’t make sense to disconnect yourself from the rest of the world because you don’t experience everything personally. Eventually, some events will trickle back to you.

News is Fiction: News isn’t always accurate.

News is Fact: News is how I learn about what happens in the world.


We traveled down the rabbit hole for a few more hours and in the end, we decided that both ends of the argument carried some legitimacy.

The interesting thing about the discussion is that while news is based on factual events, it isn’t always accurate and unbiased. It tells a story, though, and stories are what draw an audience. There are people working behind the curtain that are really good at making this happen. Take reality TV and the Casey Anthony trial, for example.

More than anything I think it’s important to understand the mechanism and use sound judgment when deciding how to react.

Books Made Into Movies

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about books that were made into movies so I’ve made a list of my top twenty favorites. Let me start by saying that I’ve seen a bazillion books made into movies so in order to keep this list short I’ve only included the ones that I’ve read.

Also, be warned. There’s quite a bit of chick lit. (What’d you expect? I’m a girl.)

20. Starship Troopers
So the movie is a little cheesy. Okay, it’s very cheesy. The thing that I like about it is that it’s kind of an homage to Robert Heinlein’s sense of humor. Sure, there are a couple of made up subplots, but the thing you have to remember is that there isn’t much of a plot in the book to begin with. They had to do something to make it flow a little better.

Funny thing is, the first time I watched the movie I hadn’t read the book so I turned it off after twenty minutes. However, after I read the book the movie seemed completely different. Don’t get me wrong. It’s still cheesy, but at least now I get it.

19. Twilight
This is one where I read the book after seeing the movie. I love how indie-cool it is and how everyone is so pale and rosy-cheeked. I love the awkward piggyback scenes, the cool music, and the low-budget feel.

18. Brick
Really love this movie. It kind of came out of nowhere and blew me away. And so did Joseph Gordon-Levitt. That was the first time I’d seen him since his role in 3rd Rock from the Sun. He was all grown up.

17. Northanger Abbey (2007 TV)
This one is a good example of how a film gets it right by capturing the spirit of the book. I can still see Catherine looking up at Henry with those large innocent doey eyes. Jane Austen is smiling down on from heaven right now, I’m sure.

16. Mansfield Park (1999)
Okay this one’s a little strange, I’ll admit. The movie has subplots in it that come out of nowhere. They weren’t in the book, but boy do they make the movie dramatic. I still like it, though. It’s one of the grittier novels that Jane Austen wrote and it still has all of the trappings of a good romance.

15. The City of Ember
I loved the costumes and set design for this movie. As often happens with books made into movies, things were different, and maybe in this case it was for the better. It’s still a great movie, though, and I love Saoirse Ronan and Bill Murray.

14. Wuthering Heights (2009 TV)
Oh, the tears. So many tears. Good grief the Bronte sisters knew how to make a person cry. P.S. I love Tom Hardy in this role. Made me love Heathcliff even more.

13. Jane Eyre (2006 TV)
Out of all of the actresses that have portrayed Jane Eyre I empathize with Ruth Wilson the most. Her confusion, frustration, and passion ooze through the screen.

12. Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (2005)
This is another one of those movies that people thought didn’t do the book justice. I disagree. Of course the movie wasn’t perfect. They never are, but I think it captured the spirit and humor of the books perfectly. Plus, puppets. You can never go wrong with puppets. Look at Labyrinth.

11. Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince
This is the first time I really thought of Harry as grown up. It touches me in a way that the other movies don’t. Of course, by book six, the stories had gotten more and more character driven. I feel like this one really hit the nail on the head, though. It was a perfect set up for The Deathly Hallows.

10. Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban
Two words: Time Travel

9. Lord of The Rings
New Zealand, vistas and hobbits. What more is there to say? Oh yeah. Elves and wizards.

These movies are so epic. And I have to say (and you will judge me for this) I think I might like the movies better than the books.

8. Clueless
Ah, Cher. If only I had a fancy closet like you.

The directors, writers, producers, etc. did a good job of recreating an Emma that modern girls can understand and relate to. Although, I hate to think that modern girls can’t understand Austen’s Emma.

7. Emma (1996)
I don’t care what people say I love Gwyneth Paltrow as Emma.

6. The Princess Bride
I loved this movie so much growing up that sometimes I watched it three times a day. I even quoted it in my highschool yearbook even though everyone else quoted Thoreau and Nietzsche. Who doesn’t love this movie?

5. Sense & Sensibility (1995)
Wow. Merchant Ivory. ‘Nuff said.

Some of the best actors of our time are in this movie: Sybil Trelawney, Severus Snape, Poppy Pomfrey, and a couple of other famous people that weren’t in Harry Potter: Rose Dawson and William Thacker.

4. Anne of Green Gables
There’s no one quite like Anne Shirley. Megan Follows is perfect as Anne.

When I was younger I connected with Anne so deeply that I felt like I knew her. Thanks, Lucy Maud, for teaching me about kindred spirits.

3. Pride & Prejudice (1995)
Swoon. Seriously. That Colin Firth. Love him. And doidn’t Jennifer Ehle have eyes just like the ones that Mr. Darcy talked about in the book?

2. Pride & Prejudice (2005)
Double Swoon. Matthew Macfadyen and Keira Knightley. I love the cinematography in this one. And the costumes are incredible. They did a good job of showing how grimy everything was back then, all the way down to the greasy hair, cracked walls, and bugs flying around.

1. Wives & Daughters
This is my all time favorite. I could watch it over and over again. I love Justine Waddell as Molly. She was so innocent, good, and pure. She had me rooting for her character the entire time and secretly wishing I could claw Cynthia’s eyes out.

Cover Art That Makes You Smile

When I’m at a bookstore, I can spend hours staring at the books on the YA shelves. I literally salivate when I walk the aisles thinking of which books I’m going to read next and how nice my book is going to look one day when it gets its own cover and it’s sitting pretty on the shelf next to the others.

One book, Zombies Vs. Unicorns, has a cover that has always sucked me in, so naturally, one day I finally broke down and bought it. When I say “sucked me in” what I really mean is that I couldn’t stop coming back to it no matter how hard I tried to ignore the little zombie and unicorn duking it out on the front and the super cool illustration in the background. That really says something about the cover, doesn’t it?

Being an artist of the graphic design persuasion, I fully understand the point of cover art so I get seriously peeved when someone misses the mark and, conversely, I do a mental happy dance when they get it right. I also get a good kick out of classic covers that are redone as part of some huge marketing campaign like this one that was redone for Wuthering Heights. (Bet you can’t guess where it’s hanging out on the shelves):

Really, though, I do enjoy redesigned books covers. The Penguin Threads Classics cover redesigns by Jillian Tamaki that are coming out in October of this year are some serious eye candy. You might have to shield your eyes from their stunning gloriousness.

Also, I might have to buy them just for the pretty.

You Can't Command+Z Everything

Yesterday, I was fiddling around with fonts on my Mac and I somehow managed to jumble up every single Word document I’ve ever saved on my computer. I was editing Chapter 7 of Brilliant Idea # 2 when everything crashed.

My initial reaction (like most graphic designers) was to hit Command+Z, but seeing as how life doesn’t operate like a computer, I opted for something a bit more sensible. I restarted Word and auto recovery kicked in. Unfortunately, it crashed again before I could hit save, thus leaving me out an entire day’s work. As predicted, it sent me into a flurry of panic. How was I supposed to do all of that work again?

If only I had saved my work. Yes, if only I had.

So, I woke up this morning and tinkered around a little bit with my fonts and, lo and behold, I fixed it! I can finally move forward with my work!

I supposed I should hang my head in shame for not being more responsible. After all, one of the cardinal rules of just about any vocation is “always save your work”. But, eh well, I fixed it, and I’m human. Sometimes I mess up.

Now all I have to do is re-edit Chapter 7 and wait for my blood pressure to return to normal.

When Everyone Wants the Same Job

I’ve applied for the same job at a local publishing company at least six times in the last few years. Everyone wants to work for this company. That’s no exaggeration, friends. Everyone wants to work there. They have a superfun laid back atmosphere and they let you wear jeans to work. (Gasp.)

In the past, I’ve managed to land one interview and I’ve received two rejection letters encouraging me to reapply in the future. Lately, they’ve had a slew of openings and when a new one is posted I send in my resume in hopes that it won’t go to the bottom of the slush pile. I usually change my resume up each time, hoping that something will catch their eyes this go around. And if it doesn’t, I’ll keep sending in my resume until I get the job or they put a restraining order on me. You see, I know I’d be awesome at the job so I’m just reminding them that I’m still here, ready and waiting to do my part in helping their company succeed.

Occasionally, a tiny voice inside my head tries be a Debbie Downer and tell me that their H.R. department probably thinks I’m a crazy stalker (this could quite possibly be true) and when they see my name they automatically shred my resume, but I ignore the voice because I have a legitimate strategy. I want to show them that I’m dedicated and I go after the things that I want and I don’t let rejection or failure stop me from doing my best. I just figure out what’s keeping me from succeeding and I revise, revise, revise.

So what happens if I never get a call back? Simple, I’ll get a job somewhere else and be just as happy. At least I know I’ve put forth my best effort and I’ve gained a ton of knowledge from the experience.

Addicted to Writing

If I ever had to take a test to determine whether or not I’m addicted to writing it would go something like this:


Do you take a notepad with you everywhere you go specifically for writing down ideas? Of course.

Do you sleep with said notepad next to your bed at night? Naturally.

Do you take notes in the dark so you don’t wake your spouse, even though you can barely read your handwriting the next day? Whoa. How did you know that?

Is the nicest, most well kept room in your house your Writing Cave? Obviously.

Do you loose sleep at night because your brain won’t stop thinking of awesome ideas? All the time.

Do you spend money on books and writing supplies instead of food? Sometimes.

Do you forget to pay your bills on time because you’re too busy planning a literary coup? Maybe.

Do you occasionally forgo personal hygiene in order to conserve precious writing time? Let’s not go there.

Do you forgo nights out with friends in lieu of a nice quiet evening at home with your laptop? None of your business.

Do you pretend to listen to your spouse when you’re actually fixing a plot line in your head? Listen, this is really getting out of hand.


I would fail the test, but I’m okay with that. Being a writing addict is fun.

Editing My Manuscripts

Right now I’m in the process of editing my manuscript and let me tell you, I would rather stand outside all day in the August heat and roast like a pig on a spit.

I suspect I’m in the stage of writing that involves utter hatred of one’s own work. I’m not kidding. I don’t even like to look at it for fear that my brain might implode. I go through all kinds of crazy emotions when I think about my manuscript (frustration, annoyance, embarrassment). And most of all, I think that maybe I should definitely throw it in the back of the closet in hopes that I never have to lay eyes on it again.

The funny thing is, I went through the exact same thing with my last manuscript, POS#1. I thought it was complete junk when I finished the first edit so I threw it in the back of the closet, but now, after looking over it again I’ve decided to rework it as soon as I’m done editing Brilliant Idea #2.

Apparently, my relationships with my manuscripts go something like this:

Infatuation

Excitement

Boredom

Mortification

Loathing

Then, I toss it in the back of my closet and ban it from memory until I stumble across it again a year later.

There’s definitely a pattern forming here. I just need to finish editing these two manuscripts before Blow Your Mind Idea #3 comes along and upends everything.

When I'm Not Writing

Hobbies

This weekend is the biggest moped rally of the year in the world and I’m probably not going. This saddens me, but honestly, the last thing I want right now is have blazing hot air blast me in the face at 45 mph. Imagine aiming a hairdryer at yourself and turning it on full blast. That’s what it’s like.

The thing about moped rallies is that there’s nothing else quite like it. Basically, about three hundred 20 and 30-somethings get together and ride mopeds around the entire weekend and act a little crazy. We get quite a lot of strange looks from people that are wondering what we’re doing, but we’re used to it so we don’t mind.

Really, though, I’m torn. Maybe I’ll decide to go after all.

Here's a promo video they did for last year's rally:

Reading

I just finished Mary Oliver’s A POETRY HANDBOOK. It was fantastic but I’m not gonna lie, I’m ready for some fiction. The reading was so heavy and dense that now my brain is exhausted. Funny thing is, the next book on my self-education list is A HANDBOOK OF CRITICAL APPROACHES TO LITERATURE. I might have to come back to that one.

On a brighter note, I’ve got quite a few YA books on my list to buy the next time I’m at the bookstore. I’m pretty stoked about having some fresh blood on my bookshelf.

Also, I decided today that I’m going to add Georgette Heyer to the list. I’m surprised I haven’t read any of her books yet. That’s something that I’m hoping to remedy rather quickly.

Earlier tonight, I read Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade”. My husband has recited it to me several times before, but there’s something about seeing the words written on the page that make the experience so much more intense. I could hear the cannons fire, feel the soldier's fear, and sense the brutality and futility of the situation. It’s incredible when that sort of thing happens in less than 300 words.

Distractions

Lately, I’ve been messing around on Pinterest. Let me tell you, it’s so easy to get sucked in to that website. Especially if you’re into looking at bazillions of pretty pictures for hours and hours on end.

It’s actually a great place for inspiration and considering I’m also an artist, it’s like crack.

You should check it out if you haven’t already.

Dealing With Rejection

As writers, we will have to deal with rejection at some point in our lives. (Unless you never come out of your Writing Cave.)

However, I think it's important to remember that rejection can provide some important life lessons.

For example, let's take a quick trip down memory lane and see how one person decided to deal with it:


Scene: A crisp fall evening. Two students are walking through campus.

Young Effy: I suspect that you are planning to ask me out on a date. Since I'm not interested in dating anyone at the moment, I'd advise you against doing so, because I'm going to say no, and I'd hate to hurt your feelings.

College Boy: I know. I'm still going to ask you out.

Young Effy: I don't think you're hearing me correctly.

College Boy: I heard you correctly and I don't care. I'm still going to ask you out.

Young Effy: *harrumphs and crosses arms*


You see, College Boy has no fear of rejection here. Absolutely none. He even knows that there's a good chance Young Effy will turn him down, but he doesn't care. He's taking life by the horns.

So what happened to Young Effy and College Boy? After a while Young Effy finally caved and went on a date with College Boy and, guess what, now they're married.

Don't let the fear of rejection keep you from going after the things you want most in life.

Now, go finish your manuscript and send a query letter or two. Or twenty.

My Teenage Mind

In an attempt to better understand a teenager's mind I've been doing a little research by reading the diary I kept when I was sixteen.

And HOLY cow. It's hilarious.

When I'm not completely mortified by the things I said, I'm dying laughing. You would, too, if you read some of things you wrote when you were so young and full of life (and attitude and sass.)

I read somewhere once that the human brain doesn't fully develop until people are in their early 20s and I have to tell you, my research has pointed to this.

Let's take a quick look at our specimen:


March 2

Dear Myself,

Goodness, what the heck am I going to do with myself? I must be the biggest dummy in this entire world.

[Subject shows early signs of bad grammar and self-loathing common with age group.]

Well, to start things off I guess I'll tell you about Fred* It all started one Friday when he asked me to the 70's dance that our school was having that Saturday. So I went with him and had a good time and he asked me out again. So we went out the next Saturday and the next and the next and the next.

[Subject encounters Variable A. Subject now in danger of losing sound judgment and logical thinking.]

Then we spent Valentine's day together. I guess I could say that I care about him more than I cared about anyone else in the world.

[Study terminated. Subject completely infatuated and talks of nothing else but Variable A for the next seventeen pages.]


I think we can easily deduce that teenage girls think about boys a lot.

And I mean, A LOT.

But I already knew that.


*Names have been altered for posterity's sake.

F.E. Confesses

I played Girl Talk last week with some of my friends.

 

 

And it was awesome! Check out the hilarious commercial they made for Girl Talk Date Line:

 
 

Sometimes writing is like driving across Kansas.

I watch America's Next Top Model.

I think it’s annoying that people think scooters are mopeds. THIS is a moped, people:
 

Photo by: Eren Emre Kanal

 

The first time someone asked me what I was writing, I laughed. (For shame, F.E.! It’s not that laughable.)

Sometimes my southern accent is embarrassing.

I freaked out when Robert Pattinson filmed part of "Water for Elephants" in my town last year, even though I pretended like I didn’t care.

My First Manuscript

Yesterday, I stumbled across my first manuscript (which I will lovingly refer to as POS#1), even though I had it hidden in the very back of a closet in hopes that I would never see it again.

It really was that bad.

A funny thing happened, though. I started reading it and, lo and behold, I actually enjoyed it.

A lot.

You see, when I was working on it, I thought it was the biggest piece of junk I had ever seen, but I was so wrapped up in the writing process that I never took the time to step back and take note of the things that actually worked. I had simply obsessed over a checklist of reasons (which are actually pretty good) for why I should throw the manuscript out.

Allow me to demonstrate:

Ordinary girl becomes extraordinary? Check. Popular boy woos ordinary girl? Check. Ordinary girl, now extraordinary girl, defeats the bad guy? Check.

These unoriginal ideas seemed like legitimate reasons to scrap POS#1 at the time.

Fast forward to July 2k11 and I’m looking at it with fresh eyes, because I’m not obsessing over making it a masterpiece (that’s because I’m distracted by my current Masterpiece).

Suddenly, as I’m reading POS#1, I want to know what happens next and I keep turning pages and I can’t wait to see how everything turns out in the end, even though I wrote it.

I’m thinking that’s a good thing, right?

I’m excited about this because, more than anything, I want to entertain my readers. I want to make them laugh, cry, relate to the characters on a personal level, and keep coming back for more. And, honestly, even though POS#1 is one giant cliché after another and has countless other issues, I had so much fun reading it yesterday that I’m beginning to think that it might be worth giving it another go.

And calling it FTW#1.


*For those that were wondering FTW = for the win

Fear Be Gone

I had an idea after my last post:

If you haven't seen Arachnophobia, you should do that now. It's a classic.

Now back to "real" work.

Fear of Writing

First, let me just say that I’m not an expert on the English language. And by not an expert, I mean I’m really bad at it.

Example: Friends from overseas constantly ask me what English words for such-and-such and so-and-so are, to which I constantly answer with blank stares and shrugs.

And in case you hadn’t noticed, the same goes for grammar.

There was a time when I let these little handicaps of mine get in the way of pursuing my life-long dream of being a writer, but now those days are over. I’ve decided to stop being ashamed of my weaknesses and start dealing with them.

Now, I’m not saying that I’ve cured my disease, but I’m working really hard and I get better every day.

Here are the top three things I do on a regular basis to help curb the symptoms:

1. Read; alternating classics with books from my genre
2. Study poetry and imagery
3. Regularly have amazing conversations with a good friend of mine who is an expert on literature

If you don’t think you have the skills to become a writer, let me encourage you to stop doubting yourself and start pursuing your dream.

Being Inspired

Some of you may be wondering about yesterday’s momentous occasion that went unexplained.

To make a long story short, I had a breakthrough in writing.

It’s the kind of breakthrough that brings epic relief and it’s the kind of relief that makes you feel like you can do anything. You might think I’m talking about my work in progress, but alas, I’m simply referring to my resume.

Two days ago, after an amazing conversation with a good friend of mine, I was inspired to sit down and rewrite my resume. You see, when I’m wearing my Graphic Design Hat, I’m really good at creating visual hierarchy, typesetting, sniffing out hard-to-find problems, and making sure the composition is perfectly balanced.

However, it’s usually when I’m wearing my Graphic Design Hat that I forget to put on my Writer’s Hat. So, yesterday I put on my Writer’s Hat while I redesigned my resume and the result was a fabulous story about a superhero designer that regularly saves clients in distress from super villains like Ugg Lee Desine and Un-Herdoff Khompany.

Anyway, it’s nice to feel that inspired every now and then, isn’t it?

The Writer Has Caved

Today, I’m celebrating a recent momentous occasion by posting my very first blog entry.

Allow me to introduce myself:

Name: F.E. Sewell

Occupation: young adult fiction fancy pants writer. Okay, this is more fantasy than reality, but one can dream, right?

Actual Occupation: Graphic Designer

First Story You Can Remember Writing: A short story about fairies and elves trapped in a forest dungeon. I was eight, I think.

Likes: mopeds, sailboats in the summer, zombies, reading, writing fiction, the South, strawberry cupcakes with pink sprinkles, science fiction, artsy things

Dislikes: moldy strawberries, swimming in seaweed, artificial sweeteners, airplanes, sleeping on my left side, books about two-stroke motorcycle engines

Inspired by: color theory, young adult fiction, J.K. Rowling’s ability to build a thoroughly entertaining and imaginative world that everyone is obsessed with

Thinking: Florence Welch sounds a lot like Neko Case

Reading: A POETRY HANDBOOK by Mary Oliver

So, there you have it. That’s me in a nutshell.

Welcome to my blog!