It’s going to be ones of those days, whereby I accomplish not much of anything. Even my dreams are fuzzy.
So, what is it about guys that says the moment a girl puts on a dress it’s okay to whistle at them? Or in my case, honk. I’m completely invisible to the opposite sex in jeans and a t- shirt but bring out a dress and its attention overload. Sure it’s flattering but still. It’s just a dress.
Know what that feels like.
To the fan I lost yesterday:
I don’t owe you an explanation, but I thought I’d offer one anyway. I do this more for your sake than mine. You see, maybe, as you later suggested, I was in a bad mood. Maybe I could have been a bit more polite about it. Maybe I’m more sensitive to it now that I have kids. Maybe I’m just sick of hearing these comments about parents. Maybe I know that my wife has to take the twins with her when she goes grocery shopping sometimes, so she could easily be on the receiving end of your sort of bullying. Maybe I took it personally.
Whatever the case, there I was, walking down the aisles of the grocery store looking for the ingredients for a new chili recipe I wanted to try. I heard the kid screaming from a distance; the whole store heard…
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Okay, so I wrote a somewhat epic post, citing all my lovely and shiny new followers then it disappeared into the equivalent of an internet black hole. Yeah, I took Geology in High School. I quit before I failed that too, along with English and Geography. If only my Dad would have let me take Drama instead. Maybe then I would have failed with flair. Meh, girl can dream.
So on that note, I have 31 followers, all of which I’m stalking,.. er, I mean following. So don’t go anywhere. If you do, I’ll hunt you down. Maybe throw a drop bear on you. Don’t know what a drop bear is? Well, don’t go anywhere and you don’t have to find out. 😀
So, I, like any other writer know how hard it can be to take criticism, especially when it comes to your own writing.
Recently I participated in a writing shoot out, in which the stories I wrote were not well received by some and I got a thoroughly mixed bag of scores. I’d been prepared for it though, having participated previously.
But to later be told by a fellow participant that they had the “displeasure of reading my work” was something that I found in bad taste and didn’t sit well with me at all.
Admittedly, I saw red, and I wanted to lash out. Only I didn’t. Not exactly. The first words out of my mouth were not expletives. It could have so easy been.
What I realized however was simple: This person did not know me. And in not knowing me he couldn’t judge me, or my writing, to the full extent. Telling me if I cannot fully commit to a deadline because of personal constraints, is, in a word, stupid. It was supposed to be fun, and it was up until that point.
However bad my writing may be, I’m aware of it, but at the same time, I must have some potential to have been published 6 times by three different anthologies.
I have something and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the spark go out.
We all know it happens. We’re set on a project and are chugging along working on it when something else pops up. Something pretty and shiny and new and we want to drop the current project and jump on this new one.
Because the new one is exciting. It’s different. It promises all sorts of things. It is full of potential. It is a new beginning.
But sooner or later that brand spanking new idea is going to stop being fun and is going to become just as much work as your current project.
Think of your novel as a relationship – a long term relationship. You fall in love with the idea of it, you spend time getting to know it (plotting), and you commit yourself to it, to seeing it through, “for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until ‘The End’ do us part.”
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So, it’s been a busy few weeks around here. Sadly, we lost one of the kits this morning. A white one. He (or she) is with our other two bunnies, Heathcote and Angel who we buried last year. I think it was hardest explaining to the kids, that even baby bunnies can fall sick and die.
Yes, our house has just expanded by five. You see we recently acquired two rabbits, a male and a female who are completely smitten with one another and the female was rumored to be pregnant.
Turns out it wasn’t just a rumor and the kits are about 3 days old now, and we’re going as far to give the runt an extra chance to feed, without the fuss of siblings.
So, today was an exhausting experience to say the least – fun – but exhausting. The hubby and I took the kids and headed off to Supernova. Which was overcrowded so when you have four kids, it’s a bit like herding cats, if such a feat can be accomplished.
The business of the event aside, the kids did opt to dress up, we however did not. So all four were various Mario characters, and cute as hell.
Meanwhile, I did manage to get Juliet Marillier to sign the four books of hers I brought along with me, which was more than wonderful. I have to admit I don’t have all of her books currently, I think I’m about three short, but that’s something I plan on fixing asap.