The Elusive Blog Fairy

“Wednesdays are for blogging,” she said.

Well, it’s Thursday now and I still haven’t tracked down that tricky Blog Fairy. Who is the Blog Fairy? That’s a good question. She’s a creature of legend. Some say she’s the living embodiment of sponsored dreams, paleo recipes, and images of how to tie scarves while baking bread in vintage refurbished wood burning ovens made from cinderblocks and leftover shipping pallets. She sneaks in and leaves informative, witty, and sufficient content on your computer while scheduling your blog posts weeks in advance. As of yet, I haven’t been able to find her, but I’m optimistic. I even set out a trail to lure her to my laptop. I hope she likes candy.

Until the Blog Fairy decides to frequent my computer, I suppose I’m on my own as far as blog content is concerned. I will take this opportunity to let you know that I haven’t forgotten my deadline of December 31^st for the completion of Rise of the Seer. As mysterious as the Blog Fairy is, her counterpart, the Novel Fairy, is far more elusive to catch. The Novel Fairy is a bit darker though and said to be the incarnation of sleepless nights, leftover take-out containers, keyboards of yesteryear and the fleeting hopes of souls lost in word counts and conflict resolution. The Novel Fairy is loosely related to Sasquatch and has been known to take his chupacabra for midnight strolls. If one is fortunate enough to have him tinker with their novel, they find everything magically tied up and ready for publication upon starting up their computer for the day. And what a glorious morning that is. Since neither fairy has decided to visit, I’m sitting here blogging about mythical creatures and pushing myself to finish my novel by the end of the month. This is my version of a Novel Fairy, and I can't be certain, but his head might weigh 100lbs:

As far as book two is concerned, it’s almost there. There are only a few things to finish up. Why isn’t it finished yet? No Novel Fairy. Remember? I almost made the deadline of the 31^st, but it just wasn’t feeling like it was coming together the right way. I decided to give it a little more time to allow myself to steer it back in the direction it needed to go. While I am not able to do this with horses, I can do a serviceable job of corralling my stories if given a decent amount of time. I’m still corralling and cajoling. I see no reason, now anyway, that you shouldn’t be able to have a copy of Rise of the Seer in your hands by this fall. If you want one. And I hope that you do.

Crunch Time

I’m coming up for a bit of air before plunging back into Rise of the Seer. It turns out writing the second book in the series is, let’s say, difficult. There is an overall plot to move forward and keep that is the basis for the whole series. That part isn’t really the challenge. I could sit down with you right now and tell you how everything ends and if anyone gets a happily ever after. It’s the subplots that are most likely turning my hair grey, or silver actually. (I’m beginning to sparkle.) Imagine dumping a jar of marbles on the floor and trying to find two or three of one color. Did I mention the floor is on an incline and now the marbles are rolling away from you? Oh, and then a Subplot Gremlin also came behind you and dumped a jar of Gobstoppers into the mix just to make it seem like more of a party. Fun for everyone!

The elusive Subplot Gremlin in his natural habitat. Or it could be a pterodactyl... 

 I’m still hacking my way through this world and story. There have been some developments I wasn’t expecting, and a few that I had to remove because they just didn’t fit with the overall flow of the story. It really does take on a life of its own once it finally gets going. I don’t really know how other people write, but I don’t do things sequentially. When an idea for a scene pops into my head, I’ll go write it and stick in the general area for where I think it belongs. I’ll fill in the space around them until, eventually, it all turns into one linear journey. That’s what I’m currently working on. The scenes are in place, I just need to go through and add more marbles. Or Gobstoppers. They’re all looking the same at this point.

I found this photo here: www.equilibridigitali.it/un-post-opificio-di-scrittura 

I'm down to 15 days, fellow readers! I'm trying to have the first draft of Rise of the Seer finished by midnight on the 31st...during the Christmas season...when my house will be full of people...with my husband in his critical season at work...and Subplot Gremlins on the loose. What's life without a little adventure?

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The Time Is Nigh

In just over three weeks I will be celebrating a joyful occasion. I’ll raise a cupcake (most likely chocolate covered cherry) to Ransom of the Healer and the journey it has taken me on during the past year. I think Ransom will always be special to me because I honestly didn’t know it was going to be a book. It reminded me that I love writing, and most of the book was just me having a good time telling a story to myself. It was only after I was 3/4ths of the way through it that I considered the possibility of turning it into a book for other people to read. That was probably the single most terrifying decision I’ve made to date, followed closely by singing songs that I’ve written in front of other people. Art can be personal business.

I was thinking about the best way to celebrate something that simultaneously makes me happy and sweaty palmed. A month long party seemed like the way to go, so I will be hosting an Anniversary Giveaway during the month of November. The prizes range from gift cards to a signed copy of the book. If I could spice it up and give away a gold plated version, I would, but alas, the life of an independent artist is not always a decadent one. My September royalties came to a whopping 15 cents, and I had to spend that as soon as it came in because it was burning a tiny hole in my pocket. Best 15 cents I’ve ever spent.

My hope is that Ransom will continue to fall into the hands of people who will enjoy the story, and that those people would tell someone else who might like it as well. Grassroots. I promise now that if we end up somehow getting The Ransom Series to a bestselling list, I’ll make the subsequent Anniversary Giveaway exponentially more exciting. I don’t know how yet, but I have a feeling it will involve confetti and something a little flashier than a cup of coffee.  The possibilities are endless.

Officially Official

It’s been a fun week for the Ransom Series. I had my rough draft of Rise of the Seer printed and have been making my way through it the last few days. I’m going to say my first draft (of MANY) is 75% complete. The fact that it’s finally starting to resemble something close to a book is very encouraging. It’s so easy to get lost in computer screens and digital documents. I need something I can curl up with and highlight while I sip some tea.

I also received my business cards this week. I’m a little bit giddy about them. 

Now I need to figure out a way to force my introverted self to put them out there. I foresee several anonymous pins to random bulletin boards. The thought of more than that gives me a serious case of a condition that I refer to as “the social sweats.” Distribution ideas are welcome and encouraged! 

Scenes and Ramblings at 3AM

I’m going to let you in on a secret. My mind is a very busy place. That can be a good thing when you’re trying to make a career (hopefully…eventually) out of writing. It can be a challenging thing when you’re trying to relax, say, during a massage. It’s even worse when it’s three in the morning and your brain is firing at warp speed on overdrive.

What kept me awake this morning: If we say someone is under the weather, why don’t we ever say someone is over it when they’re feeling better? It could be so much more pleasant instead of the standard fine.

How are you today?

Fine.

See, that’s not helping anybody. What if the standard became something like this:

How are you today?

I’m over the weather! And you?

I personally think the second conversation is not only nicer, but far more engaging. 3 AM, people. That’s what you get.

I also sketched out a scene for Rise of the Seer and spent the next hour running over dialogue between Nathan and Ian. It popped up out of nowhere. I had just finished the above conversation with myself when Nathan and Ian were suddenly in the middle of his kitchen going through cabinets. Things happen like that sometimes.

The ramblings during the night made me think of my other, numerous, ramblings from other times in my life. I’m going to let you in on a little snippet I recorded back in 2008 while waiting for my husband during his surgery. Why? Because I’m exhausted and I made myself a schedule. Wednesdays are for blogging. My mind is cluttered, so why not let everyone experience what goes on up there?

12/11/2008

      There is a horrible beeping sound. One continuous beep when they open one particular door. Eerily resembles the flat -line sound. Perhaps they should rethink that, seeing as to how everyone in this room might be particularly sensitive to such a sound at the moment.

If I write, it doesn’t look like I’m listening to your conversation. But I am.

Waiting rooms are notorious for subjecting captive waiters to daytime TV and talk shows. I don’t think they really have good ratings. It’s all faulty information. I think it’s based entirely on a captive audience. Soaps get waiting room ratings. That doesn’t seem fair.

Big hair. Seriously, at some point isn’t a friend or loved one obligated to intervene? Say, “Enough’s enough!” and quietly and slowly approach them with a bucket of water, scissors, and a rabbit’s foot?

Beginning to think my mind is a scary, odd place. What really goes on in there?

And now, just to keep up with the random ramblings, here's a picture of the happiest protein bar I've ever seen in my life. Happy Wednesday!

Grassroots and Venus Flytraps

I wanted everyone to know that I am feeling significantly better after last week’s episode of spontaneous combustion. I’ve recovered nicely, and the extra fingers I was fortunate to grow have indeed increased my WPM. This is quite useful as an author.

One of the bits about being an author that isn’t all glamour and signing books with flourish, is having to put your book out there and cultivate an online presence. I’m an introvert by nature and all things social make my third thumb twitch. I’ve devised a plan of attack and thought I would put it out there so you can follow along with, or avoid, my calculated attempt to venture out from my introverted bubble. I’ll be posting on Facebook. *Deep breaths here.*

Monday: I’ll be featuring some favorite quotes. Feel free to share your own!

Tuesday: Pun day for life.

Wednesday: Blog post!

Thursday: Progress report for Rise of the Seer. It keeps me accountable…which is a good thing because I’m sitting alone in an office with a myriad of distractions around me.

Friday: Weekly reader. I always have a book going. Writers have to read. I also want to hear what you’re reading. Bookworms need to unite. Proudly. There are some frightening statistics out there about U.S. citizens and reading. Let’s encourage literacy. It’s good for all of us.

So where does the “grassroots” reference come in? Ah, that is for you, my fellow reader. Please feel free to interact and share links. It would be so fun to build a small community of fellow bookworms.  We are mighty! Like the mighty Venus Flytrap! (Because I don’t have a pet lion to photograph, but I did have a picture of my plant.)

Your voice and assistance are key to helping The Ransom Series find its audience. I promise to write and fill in the story, but I need help letting others know about it. (Introvert, remember?) Thank you, again, for the encouragement from so many of you. Really. It means the world to an independent artist trying to share something I’ve enjoyed creating. I can’t promise that I won’t spontaneously combust again, but at least we know they can always put me back together.