I could blame last week’s lack of post on technical difficulties or a ghost in the machine (now I want to watch I, Robot) but truly the fault was human error.
This human to be precise. I spaced that it was Wednesday. I had my 40+ hours at the Evil Day Job, writing, an out of town guest and my schedule just heaved itself out the window. Wait. *I* threw it out the window. There, took responsibility like a big girl (have to if I’m going to wear the BG panties).
I suck at juggling. Not a new discovery but something I need to be reminded of periodically. I know there are people who are writing, working an EDJ and taking care of home and they aren’t flinching. I am not one of them.
I whine, swear, wish I had wine, and gnash my teeth trying to get it all done, and I still come up short. I can live with the fact that I cleaned the bathroom on Monday, but the kitchen will have to wait until Thursday. I can even operate at work on less than three hours of sleep (though by 2pm I’m a bit of a whack job laughing at my own jokes).
But I can’t be that flexible with my writing. It all feels like suck and I can’t half or even 3/4 ass it into shape. I don’t know if it’s because I’m incapable of accepting any less or if I’m still too new to my own process to figure it out. But I’ve put it on my To Do List to find out. Which I’m sure I’ll get to … some time this year.
Sasha, who could use a nap
I got my first official review this week, and surprised myself. As much as I thought I’d be prepared for it, I was terrified. I avoided opening it for almost twenty minutes before I convinced myself to read it — it wasn’t like the review might improve if I let it age……
And it was good! Someone besides a friend or my editor, someone who reads TONS of romance books, read mine and enjoyed it. I was so relieved I cried. Yes, you read that right. I got all wimpy and weepy and water worked over my first official review.
It’s a very odd feeling for me, not knowing where I stand. If I knit a sweater that has no arm or neck holes, then that fails as a sweater. If I bake a pound cake that you have to drink through a straw to enjoy, then that fails as a cake (and it’s gross). But there’s really no way to tell how people will receive a book. What seems amazing to me might seem pedestrian to you. I call this the Titanic Factor.
Many people — dear friends of mine included — claim this movie is the most romantic movie of all time. The best thing I can say about it is that Kate Winslet looked gorgeous throughout the movie. I only watch it to scoff. I actually laugh and roll my eyes quite a bit and I won’t even tell you the things I yell at the screen. But I digress.
I know that not all reviews will be so glowing, and I don’t expect them to be. But for now I’m going to sit here and hum “My Heart Will Go On” for just a while longer.
Sasha, who wants you to click & read her review:
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Not to get all woo-woo mystical, but sometimes the Universe just gives you what you need. Last week I was lamenting the fact that I was trying new words for the first time in FOREVER & I was struggling.
Not even twenty-four hours later, some writer buds tweeted that they were going to do a week long Fast Draft. The rules were just balls to the wall word count harvesting for a week. Those of us who could would try to avoid any editing. And there was the push I needed.
I joined up and the #HaulAssDraft hashtag was born (because I never pass up a chance to swear!) and you can search that on twitter to see how the competition is doing. So far I’ve done 6,588 words since Thursday night, which is more than I’ve done all year on my own. I will definitely be doing this again.
I’m not sure what the winner gets, but I do know that the loser has to tweet that she’s a dirty, filthy Charlie Sheen lover. *shudder*
Down with ego-maniacal celebs and up with wordcount!
I’ve been in super Edits Mode since November, and my brain is having trouble switching over. This is not unlike the time my aunt tried to teach me to drive her stick shift and I spent twenty minutes trying to drive up the street.
The mechanics of what she wanted me to do was clear; however, my execution sucked. Every time I tried to shift to the next gear, I stalled the car. Move a foot, jerk to a stop. Move two feet, jerk to a stop. That for twenty minutes before I gave up. For the record I didn’t even make it past the next neighbor’s house.
Don’t worry, the car analogy stops there. But I’ve been doing the writer equivalent of that since I turned in Light. Start a story, write a couple hundred word, jerk to a stop. Start a new story, same. Return to a WIP from before EditMania, same.
I’ve heard of the sophomore slump for tv shows and albums, but never in any writer circles. I will admit it: I’m struggling. It’s almost as if I feel that since I’ve been published, the rough drafts should be prettier and they are to an extent, but they are still not Light worthy.
It’s discouraging, but unlike the car incident, I’m determined to push through. There is no fuming co-pilot to point out where I’m going wrong. No incredulous crowd watching who can’t believe I’m doing so badly. And most importantly, as much as I hate it, there is the safety belt (!) of edits.
Sasha (who’s written 2k new words)
It’s been a week since Light has come out. The good news is that people have read it. The better news is that no one has gone blind.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m *extremely* proud of my book and feel that I put out the best version of that story I had in me. But reviews are a fact of life, and they won’t all be glowing. And when I dislike a book, I tend to go over the top and say that it was attacking me or at the very least I want to file paperwork and demand a life refund.
I’m sure there will be people who are equally as colorful about my work — I like to hold up the fact that I think the movie Titanic is about 3hrs too long and hackney, while many people I know think it’s one of the most romantic movies of all time — I know I have to be prepared. After the train wreck of an author behaving badly this past week, it just drives the point home.
I can admit that I’m anxious about reviews. It’s too early for the review sites to get to Light, but with things like Good Reads, I can already see how people are reacting to the book. So far it’s been mostly positive, but I know at any moment someone could post that I should be launched into Deep Space sans suit and my laptop set on fire. I’m not looking forward to that moment (well, maybe a tiny bit in the get-it-out-of-the-way sort of way), but I know I can roll with it.
Yup. I did it.
No matter how many times I say it or see it, I can’t quite wrap my mind around the fact that I’ve sold my novella “In the Light of Day.” Everything about this project has surprised me. I didn’t know I was going to write a M/M Romantic Suspense short story until I had finished it. Heck, it was the first thing I had finished since my teen years, but I didn’t think it was ready for primetime.
I wasn’t exactly wrong about that though. A friend of mine convinced me to enter a writing contest — my first contest ever — and I edited/rewrote like a fiend, never expecting to get anything beyond a crit. I about swallowed my tongue when I finaled. And you do *not* want to hear the words I screamed when I found out I won. Or the words I screamed as I tried to edit/rewrite the rest of the story to get it up to snuff.
But I guess the swears and tears were worth it. Because I sold it. My first finished story, my first contest win, and my first contract all off of the same story. Part of it was hard work, a lot of it was luck, but I’m going to ride this feeling for LONG time.
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Barring any major catastrophes, I’ll *finally* be sending off my Requested Full this week, and I’m not sure how I feel right now.
Along the way, I’ve been elated that someone besides me liked the story, frustrated that the editing wasn’t as simple as I hoped, and embarrassed that it took so long. And if I’m 100% honest, at times I was jealous when I saw others doing their edits so much faster. I grew tired of the characters, had them surprise me, and at the end I love them like when I first sat down to write them.
While getting my last read through I turned my brain to the next project and got stuck. None of my WIPS seemed to jump up and go “Oh, oh, Me Next!” Likewise, none of the new shineys I’ve gotten lately seemed appropriate either. There’s also the full length that I got a request for that still isn’t fully edited (ugh).
So the game plan is to finish final tweaks on this novella and send, finish rough draft of WIP that has the shortest deadline, and then back to edits on the full length. We’ll see how that goes.