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So I lied…


I sincerely thought I was done with book one in this series. It was novella-length, and the others in the series were supposed to be as well. I had a plan, the first installment felt finished, the next four were outlined (kind of, my outlines are more like brain-storming notations), I had started book two….

And now I’m nearly doubling the word count for book one, and the others are shaping up to be between 40,000-50,000 words as well.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited about where the series is heading. I’m in love with the storyline (always a plus when you have to read it over and over again during revisions and editing). I like the new chapters and scenes being added; I feel they really add to the story, the character development, and aid in building relationships between the characters (both primary and secondary).

So this IS a good thing. It’s just also an exhausting thing. There’s that childish part of my brain screaming, “I ALREADY DID IT THOUGH!” I guess it’s lucky that part of me can be quieted with candy. Or maybe that’s a bad thing… haven’t decided yet.

Most writers I’ve heard of have to cut things out during revision. I’m doubling the word count. Go figure. I’m not sure whether or not to be jealous of those who wind up having to shave 5000 words off their work.

I can’t be the only one this kind of thing happens to though, can I? Surely there are other writers who end up turning a shorter story into an epic novel or series? I’m not entirely alone, right?

Either way – wish me luck! 🙂

 
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Posted by on May 16, 2013 in Writing

 

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On the Brighter Side of Life…


Not everything that’s happened in the last year has been disheartening. I did finish the rough draft for book one in the series I’m currently working on, and I’m about 5000 words into book two!  🙂

That’s pretty exciting stuff for me. I plan to write the first four novella-length (25,000 – 30,000 or so words per installment) books before publishing any of them. I know that’s not a common strategy, but I wanted to make sure I can keep the style and voice consistent throughout the series, tweaking all the books as necessary in order to accomplish what I’m hoping to do. And I want to publish every three books together, compiling them into volumes of 3 at a time as well as publishing them individually, each with a preview of the first 1-2 chapters of the next book. Hence the reason I want to finish four of these bad boys before moving forward with the indie publishing process.

I have no idea how many books will eventually be within the series, but I’m enjoying not seeing the end of it yet. This story is playing in my imagination like a T.V. series, rather than as a movie, with story arcs and character possibilities that span 1 book, many books, or even the entire lot. I can’t see the finale yet, but then I usually don’t until my writing is near the end of the story.

Of course now I’m running into the issue of how to categorize what I’m writing/revising. There are so many genres and subgenres that are so similar now. Gone are the days when horror was simply horror and romance was simply romance. This one has vampires, werecreatures, witches, etc. in it, but no romance (so far) though the possibility may organically grow between various characters. And some of the descriptions could be considered frightening, depending on what you personally find scary. So is it paranormal? Supernatural thriller/adventure/horror? Dark fantasy? Urban fantasy? Some combination of the above? How do I describe it in terms of genre? That’s the stage I’m currently at.

Genres and categories for so many books criss-cross some pretty blurred lines. I can’t be the only one who struggles with trying to figure out what genre/category to label my writing, can I?

 
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Posted by on May 12, 2013 in Writing

 

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A Year of Life and Death


I would like to be able to say that I’ve been writing my butt off over the last year and a half I’ve been away from this blog. The truth, however, is far different.

It’s only been in the last couple months I’ve been able to write. In February 2012, my fourth child was born, granting me 2 girls and 2 boys. Shortly thereafter a touch of post partum depression reared its ugly head.

Then came the kicker.

My father died while taking a nap just down the hall from where I was working on something and my children were playing.

He came home from the grocery store, put away his goodies, and settled in his room to take a nap while watching his shows. All that was perfectly normal. My daughter and I brought the newborn in to see Grandpa for a few minutes, then said goodnight as we shut the door behind us.

A couple hours later, my 7 year old daughter (at the time) asked if she could go play with Grandpa. He was usually up at that time, and they had a closer relationship than I could ever adequately describe, so I told her okay.

She came running from his room screaming, “Grandpa won’t wake up, Grandpa’s dead,” while clutching a pillow to her chest and crying into it.

I became cold, lost my hearing, literally forgot how to breathe as I ran toward his bedroom door. I thought, Well, he can’t be dead. But what if he had a stroke and is unconscious?As I swung the door open, his color gave it all away. I leapt over to him anyway, to take a pulse. He was cold. He hadn’t moved from the restful position we had last seen him in – not a hair out of place. He must have passed only moments after we left the room a couple hours before.

Though I haven’t been able to think of anything but my daughter’s pain, the sheer amount of paperwork (we STILL haven’t completely finished with all that friggin’ paperwork), and my own grief for the past year, I have been able to find comfort in the fact that my father felt no pain, didn’t suffer the indignity of growing frail enough to need help to the bathroom (something he feared), and passed peacefully among family. In the last month or so, my daughter has also been able to see the blessing in so pain-free a death, though it has taken a long time to help her find that comforting. All she wanted for Christmas was her Grandpa back.

 
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Posted by on May 12, 2013 in All

 

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Jumping on the Bandwagon


I used to hate reading ebooks.  Staring at a computer screen for long enough to read even a short story was way too hard on my eyes (still is).  BUT, with the advances in technology now, I took a chance on the Kindle.

They’re not lying.  It really is like reading a paper book (at least, to the eyes).  It’ll take some getting used to, and I will never fall out of love with my solid, physical, tree-killing books.  But I’m kind of falling in love with my Kindle now too.

With the headaches I used to get, trying to read things like The Picture of Dorian Grey on my computer, I never thought I would join the ranks of ebook readers.  But, then, I thought, hey, I’m self-publishing (as soon as this WIP is whipped into shape).  Since I’ll be self-publishing in ebook form (solely, at least at first), I really should give ebooks another try.  A) I don’t want to be construed as hypocritical or anything.  B) I’d like to see how my own books look on the actual Kindle device.

It’s not a Kindle Fire.  I’m starting small, with the basic model.  I don’t handle change all that well (shh – don’t tell anyone) and technology isn’t my best friend.  So, I figured starting small was probably in my best interest (beyond being cheaper as well).

On the one hand, I kind of feel like I’m cheating on my bookcase full of actual paper books.  On the other hand, I’m far too young not to take advantage of new advances in technology (even if the techy stuff makes me want to psychotically throw microchips into a burning trash bin).  And…. I really do like this little thing.

 

 
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Posted by on December 21, 2011 in All, Reading

 

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Ever Sneeze So Hard You Pee Your Pants?


Okay, so, this is the fourth time I’ve been pregnant.  Now, they’ll tell you (and you’ve probably heard this, or experienced it, if you’ve ever been pregnant) that you may wet yourself, particularly in the last trimester, when you laugh, cough, sneeze, etc.

Thankfully, I had never actually experienced this phenomenon.  I understood the concept, and I felt sorry for the women who did have to experience this embarrassing moment, but it had never happened to me… until now…

I have a little cold.  Nothing major.  I’m just a bit more fatigued than usual, with a (rare) cough.

Last night, sitting in my horrible-for-my-butt computer chair, mucking about on Twitter — I sneezed.  This was no baby sneeze.  This wasn’t some ladylike achoo.  This was tornado force winds exiting my face!

Seriously – I was dizzy afterward.

In the same moment that my face exploded, a tell-tale gush informed me that, in no uncertain terms, I had wet myself.

Crap!  So, I got up from my computer chair and started waddling to the bathroom.

On the way to clean myself up, I ran in to my other half.

“What’s with you?” he asks.

“I just sneezed so hard, I peed my pants.”

He starts laughing hysterically at me.  Then, he looks down, his smile fades, the laughter stops.

“Hey!  Those are MY pants!”

“Okay, fine, so I just sneezed so hard I peed YOUR pants.”

Who’s laughing now?!

 
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Posted by on December 12, 2011 in All, For Fun/Just Because

 

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