- Much like a body in motion stays in motion, a writing writer writes. Momentum is everything and then some.
- Be like the puppy—enjoy food, approach everything like an exciting new adventure, and show great deference to the people who’ll pet you often while insisting that you are both good and pretty.
- Truth is, other people know stuff. Listen.
Watch “Salon@615-Elizabeth Gilbert”
In the way way back, back when LiveJournal was my schnizzel, there was a game that came around every year … June 2oth, I think. It went something like this: A commotion outside wakes you, so you take a peek out the window. It’s the Zombie Apocalypse! Oh no! Your mission is to journal throughout the entire day about what you see, what you do, how do you handle this dire set of circumstances OMG WHO IS GOING TO DIE NEXT.
Of course, I find out about this FUN game that first time a an hour before it ends because I was out all day running relatives to the airport, etc. That’s okay though because the game I totally missed gave me a great idea:
My name is Holly and I have a bizarre story to tell …
I diddled with the story here and there, then put it away because it needed to be a novel and I kept shouting at it you’re a short story, and it would say no, novel, and so on. Took it out of the drawer in 2015 thinking maybe I could actually write the novel, but I sucked at writing novels so back it went. Last month I decided to stop sucking at writing novels. Novels are now going to be my schnizzel.
And since the decision has been made, I downloaded Scrivener once Word began to drive me murder, now Scrivener has me scared to death I’m going to click the wrong clicky, and if I dare veer off to write by hand I doze off.
Tonight no dishes will get done, not one floor will get swept, not one plant watered, or hubby conversed with because I’ve got to go show Scrivener who’s boss.
Time and I haven’t been on friendly terms for a while now. I yell a lot, but I don’t think it matters. May 2018 snuck up on me, now it’s whizzing by. Pollen is clogging up this town. I’m very sleepy.
Since January I have indulged in audio books on writing by writers. Now I’m on to interviews of authors, podcasts by authors, and I have to say, these have been incredibly inspiring. Natalie Goldberg, Ann Lamott, Stephen King, to name a few, have been in my ear since the mid-December ’17, explaining to me how I can’t continue to call myself a writer if I’m not actually writing. Being a writer requires a few late nights.
So, I’ve been writing because I just don’t want to let these folks down. Is that it?
James Scott Bell convinced me e-book publishing is a thing that is happening (I think he tried to nudge me a couple of years ago, too, but the memory is foggy). Joanna Penn convinced me I should make more writing friends and lay off the coffee (I haven’t made great strides in doing either, yet), and all those poems stacked in my desk drawer made me promise to let them out.
The poems are out. So far the coolest results after deciding on Kindle Direct Publishing are: dear old friends now have my poems on their Kindle devices, and my name is searchable in the Amazon browser bar!
I’m so excited for the day that I’ll get notification that a review has posted! (Yes, I’m dealing with that.)
Since the poems have been loosed from my desk drawer, I have been racking up some fiction word count (not fictional … ). As usual I’m also racking up household chore, nightly meals, yard word, day job, and puppy training hours. It’s a good thing they don’t have more comfortable chairs at the day job. These allergies make me snore something fierce.
At home, I’ve got to stay awake, because I’m halfway finished with this novel I’ve been wanting to write since 2009. Will I put exclusively in e-book format? Haven’t decided yet.
Writing friends, are you there? Just click the follow button. Okay? I’ll eventually get this blogging thing going on. Maybe. Meanwhile, do you have any experience writing e-book reviews?
Obsessing over weather is beyond ridiculous when you think about it. Yet, here I am. In the past week we’ve traveled through a finicky springtime at breakneck speed to land in some weird version of summertime. Prehistoric moths are fluttering around the swamp that’s supposed to be a backyard, and the backdoor has swollen so badly there’s no shutting it. But the afternoon light is pretty.
Meanwhile, I’ve put together the cover art for a short story that will be uploaded to Kindle this weekend. As for categorizing it, I’ll have to go with speculative fiction. Hopefully people will read and the reading will get them excited about my debut novel, that should be available in June—it also might fall under the spec umbrella.
For the big debut, I’m hoping to convince some very talented friends of mine to let me hire them to dress it up pretty and profesh. The poetry collections and the short story cover art were easy, because it all comes from my own photographs and doodles. The novel will be a bit trickier.
That’s all for updates at the moment. If you find yourself in need of some poetry this weekend, don’t forget I’ve got a free download available thru 5/7, as well as my autobiographical debut poetry collection for a very modest price! Just go here.
May the 4th be with you!
May 3rd thru May 7th No Voice of Her Own will be free for download on a Kindle device or app! Enjoy.
No Voice Of Her Own, is now available. Time has been an issue, so I haven’t enrolled in any merchandising programs yet. This is my only advertising, thus far. As with Ramshackle Houses, I encourage and appreciate reviews and any feedback. This is a learning process I am thoroughly enjoying!
Happy Poetry Month, y’all!
Ramshackle Houses & Southern Parables is available today! After reading about an author who said she loved publishing on Kindle first because friends would give tons of feedback which she would then use for the relaunch, I thought … that’s totally doable! If I would have known this service was so accessible, I would have jumped in ages ago.
I really thought formatting would be easier. (Waits for everyone to laugh.) Thankfully, I learned a lot in this process, and can’t wait to add No Voice of Her Own and few short stories later this week. Note to Self: Do a better job with the sample preview!
The cover art is from a photograph by yours truly—which, by the way, makes the cover creation process so much easier.
Have some poems, y’all. Leave reviews. Your time and your words are much appreciated!
Twenty-seven years ago today I married my favorite human. It all started in the unlikeliest of places: I’ll never forget that produce store.
April has lost its mind, but there’s nothing I can do about that.
While the meteorological mood swings continue, I write. Saturday night I woke with an urge to get back in bed with the laptop, and a few hours later I had a satisfying reboot for a story I’ve struggled over since 2010. The words kept rolling on Sunday. This makes me happy.
Meanwhile, I’m stacking up poetry first drafts to play with in May. It’s actually difficult to keep my hands off them right now, but I am resolute. No editing! Promise.