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50? Really?!

Wow. My phone binged at me while I was in the shower; it just couldn’t wait to tell me that my little blog now has 50 WordPress followers- as in, 50 people who receive notifications from here because they actually want to.

This was unexpected.

I know, 50 isn’t many to a lot of you. But I started this thing back in October thinking it would just be a bit of fun for me, a place to do my random little thing, goof off a bit, and write stuff that was a bit longer than a Facebook status update.

I didn’t think anyone would actually read it.

They say a blog should have a cohesive theme… This one has no such thing. Well, there’s writing, but there’s a whole lot of other stuff here that has no business being on a proper writing blog. Engrish, pictures of a depressed dog, stuff I see on my walks, links to things that make me laugh. Nonsensical babbling from my pained brain, and posts sharing the wonders of Newfoundland (or the funny bits– we have a lot of those!). In short, I’m doing it all wrong. It’s too disorganized, too cluttered, too personal.

Too much like my brain, really.

Thank you for being here. I don’t know what brought you my way or why you’ve stayed, but I assume it’s something like hanging out at the local zoo’s monkey house: fun, sort of unpredictable, and you never know who you’re going to catch scratching their butts. Whatever the reason, I’m happy to have you, and I hope you’re having as much fun as I am.

So… What shall we do next? Choose as many as you like!

Now, let’s have another party? Who brought cupcakes?


Coming Soon (run for the hills!)

Yep, I’ve got all of next week’s posts ready to go. I’m tempting fate again. Mua-ha-ha.

Here’s what you have to look forward to and/or run screaming from as you see fit, plus a little something extra at the bottom (because why would I just post a table of contents for the week? That would be crazy! Unless you do this, in which case it’s awesome.)

MONDAY: My new toy– I got an e-reader! And BOOKS!

TUESDAY: Trying to untangle the benefits of self-publishing vs. pursuing a traditional publishing contract. It’s enough to make you start shedding like a nervous cat.

WEDNESDAY: WIPpet Wednesday, and one which I hope will make fewer people call me a big old meanie than last week’s did. EDIT: I previewed the wrong one for you, shame on me! This week is a bit from chapter one.

THURSDAY: The weird little question of what writers’ characters look like in readers’ brains, with a little help from one of Michelle Proulx‘s creations.

FRIDAY: Why I might not be around so much in April…

OK, I promised you something, didn’t I? Here’s an interesting blog I just found this morning, via Shannon Thompson:

Rejection Love Letters: or How to Lose Agents and Alienate Publishers (isn’t that the best title?) is brought to us by an author with a book, a dream, and an amazing willingness to not only share the rejection letters he receives, but to turn things around and look at them in terms of rejections in the dating world. It’s funny, it’s honest, and it’s far braver than I am.

Also, he shares stuff like this:

Good times, go check it out. 🙂

And have a great weekend!

EDIT: OK, one more thing that made me LOL (literally) today. NOT THE PUFFINS!!!


Other People’s Books: Born In Flames by C. Knoebel

I haven’t read this one yet, but it looks interesting. And hey, 99 cents, amirite? I’d be upset that I bought it for full price yesterday, except that a) I wouldn’t have bought it if I didn’t think it would be worth what I paid for it, and b) the sale is only on Amazon. So it’s all good. 😉


WIPpet Wednesday – the twentieth

Happy Spring! In name, if not in weather… No, nothing spring-themed to post today; everything I’ve got is autumn/early winter.

I’d have liked to post something from chapter 20 for you, what with it being the 20th and all; it’s a particular favourite of mine. But spoilers (serious ones) are abundant, so just in case anyone ever wants to read the whole thing…

Here’s twenty lines (in my word program, anyway) from chapter eight. Yay!

Context: Rowan doesn’t know much about magic or the creatures that exist within its influence, and her curiousity tends to bite her in the ass… so she wandered into a dragon cave she thought was abandoned, and of course it wasn’t. Aren (him again, though most of the book is told by Rowan) went after her, and now they’re kind of stuck- she can’t get out, he can’t help her, and the heat in there’s making everything weird. The dragon’s name is Ruby… This scene still needs work, but here’s a bit for you, anyway.

Rowan sighed. “I told you not to come in.” If she was afraid, she was hiding it well. “Are you going to kill me?” she asked the dragon.

“Yes. You’re not much, but I’m hungry. My young are hungry.” I hadn’t noticed the pool of still water between the massive creature’s forelegs. Beneath the dark surface I could just make out the shapes of a trio of dragonlings, still too young and soft to survive the air their mother’s heat made so dry. That explained why the path appeared unused; mother dragons guard their eggs and young more carefully than any other creature, forgoing food and exercise in order to protect them. Having young in the nest also makes them more dangerous, less predictable. “Your story has entertained me, and I thank you,” the dragon continued. “But I have no reason to spare you. Or him.” She leaned her head in closer to Rowan. “But I’ll let you choose flames or claws. By way of thanks.”

The sounds of the dragon’s breath and her tail stroking across the cave’s stone floor were drowned out by my heartbeat as Rowan stood, slowly and unsteadily. Her legs shook as she reached out and placed a hand on the glowing red snout. “I think you should let us go.”

It was a lucky thing that Ruby didn’t snort in surprise; it might have cooked Rowan where she stood. “Why ever would I do that?”

Rowan swallowed hard. Come on, I thought. She’d have to use magic again. I didn’t know what she could do, but we were both going to be eaten if she didn’t come up with something. “Because…” she began, then hesitated. “Because

Oops, that’s all we have space for! Wheeeee!

*evil laugh*

Make sure you check out the rest of the bloggers participating in WIPpet Wednesday, hosted by K.L Schwengel at My Random Muse!


WIPpet Wednesday? Don’t Mind If I Do!

Yeah, I’m subjecting you all to my blathering twice in one day. Again. But a blog I just started following posted her WIPpet wednesday excerpt, and I went to have a look at other people’s… it’s just way too much fun! Parties all over the place today- works in progress AND it’s Jae at Lit and Scribbles’ blogiversary. Aww!

So here’s how it goes: you post a short bit from a current work in progress that somehow relates to the day’s date. So today being the 13th, you get an itty bitty sample of chapter 13… which hasn’t been hit by final revisions yet, but this part probably won’t change much.

Background: This chapter is told by Aren, who is… well, to know him is to be confused by him. He and Rowan just escaped from a hairy situation that might have helped her trust him a little more, but the fact that he’s manipulating people’s minds is probably still too much for her, the poor lamb. 😉

(not the beginning or end of the scene, not even the beginning of that first paragraph… because of all the reasons. Just trust me.)

**

I didn’t like hiding, especially in a spot that would have been so difficult to escape from, but it hadn’t been all bad. It was cramped and uncomfortable, and being there left us too vulnerable, but that hadn’t kept me from enjoying having her body pressed against mine for a few minutes.

“Did you really give those people memories that weren’t real?” she whispered after the groom left to collect our things, pulling me out of thoughts that I shouldn’t have been having.

“In a way.”

“And you made that other guy kill his brother?” She looked like she was afraid to hear my answer, but I wasn’t going to lie to her about it.

“Yes.”

“What were you just doing to that man who just left?”

“What I had to. Nothing that will hurt him, so don’t worry about it.”

She stepped away from me and rubbed the horse’s nose. “It seems wrong, though.”

“I didn’t see you jumping in to distract him,” I whispered back as the groom returned with food and clean bedrolls. “You’re benefiting from this at least as much as I am. If you don’t like it, find your own cure.” She held my gaze for a moment, then looked away and turned to saddle her horse. I knew I wasn’t being nice; she was probably confused about everything that was happening, but I was exhausted and in no mood to feel like a villain for trying to help her.

She was silent as we rode away from the inn, through the still-quiet village and past a faded sign that advised us to “Come again soon!” Not bloody likely, I thought. I’d be lucky to survive the next week if I couldn’t stop being distracted or falling into deep sleep. Keeping us safe was turning out to more challenging than I’d anticipated.

Rowan seemed to be turning things over in her mind for the next while, which was fine with me. It was well into the morning before she spoke again. She didn’t turn toward me, but watched out of the corner of her eye. “Have you done that to me at all?”

I’d wondered how long it would take her to ask. “No. Not once.”

“How can I be sure of that? You could be making me think that I was making my own decisions but really you’ve been doing it for me, and making me not notice that what I was doing was strange, or-”

Even though I was feeling frustrated and nearly too tired to think, it was hard not to laugh at her. “Rowan?”

“What?”

“You’re not worth that much trouble.”

**

So there you go, my lovely readers. Out of context, short, probably confusing, but that’s a bit of chapter 13 for you. If you would like to see what others have posted today, the links are here, all conveniently conglomerated for your convenient consumption*. Thank you to K.L. Schwengel for hosting the whole shebang. Enjoy!

*No, I have not been watching “V for Vendetta.” But now I want to.


Oh, hi there!

Hello new people! I don’t know why more than 30 individuals who I’ve never met are voluntarily receiving e-mails when I post; you may soon be wondering this yourself, actually. But I’m very happy to have every one of you here! I hope you’ll have as much fun as I do here.

Now, everyone share, play nice with the other kids, and don’t make me turn this car around, because I’ll do it.

Good.

Everyone comfortable? Excellent. Blog party!

[insert party music of your choice]


Whoa…

No big post today- you’ll get something wonderful and awe-inspiring (or half-assed and kind of crumbly, depending on how this headache goes) for my birthday tomorrow.

But I was thinking: I do blog posts in advance and schedule them. It allows me to spread out the writing-related posts and move things around, and leaves time for editing while giving me a deadline. Yes, I usually edit. Who knew, right?

How weird would it be if I died, and just kept posting from beyond the grave? Not really, of course, but it would look like that, wouldn’t it? And it would be extra creepy if it happened today, and then tomorrow’s semi-edited post came up talking about all of the things I’m going to do this year, when I’m all alive and breathing and stuff.

I’ve done it now, haven’t I? I am so dead.

Goodbye, cruel world, I’m going to spend the rest of the day huddled in my bed, waiting for death by irony*.

In conclusion, I’m just going to leave you with a drawing of a toaster and tell you to pay no attention to anything I say when there’s an invisible grizzly gnawing on my skull.

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* I am fully aware that no matter how this word is used, someone will say that it’s wrong, but I think dying right before a blog post about the awesome aliveness of one’s future qualifies, even if dying AFTER a post about death does not. So there. I probably won’t be around to read those comments, anyway.


Writing and Parenting

I’ve been perusing entries on Write With Warnimont and came across a recent one that made me think- a post about limiting distractions while writing. Distraction is a huge problem for me, and he’s got some helpful tips. The last point he mentions is writing with kids around; I had a nice, long (practically novel-length) response typed up about writing with kids in the house, and I lost it.

I do that a lot, genius that I am.

So you can thank Mr Warnimont for inspiring this one…

*

Let me tell you what’s happening in my house, right at this moment. The TV is on, but there’s no one watching it. Why? Because I just sent the boys downstairs. Their dad is trying to sleep, I have a pounding headache, and they’re boys- they’re loud. I can still hear them, though. What I hear right now is the older one sing-shouting “RA-RA-RAS-POO-TEEN, AH BLAR BLAH BLAH RUSSIAN QUEEN” (or something, I don’t know the words), mixed with a lot of “OW, QUIT IT!” and screaming.

So typical snow day with a 7-year old and a 4-year old.

I love my children, I do. But I love writing, too, and the kids aren’t just distractions from it. They’re concrete roadblocks. Hang on a sec, somebody’s crying.

See what I mean?

And yet I write, don’t I? True, it took me two years to write, revise, and polish one novel (which had already been festering in my brain long before that), but I’m getting better with it. Also, I’m posting here fairly regularly, even if the dog practically does half of the work. So while I’m not a professional writer by any stretch of the imagination, I think I’m in a position to share a bit of advice on how I’m doing it.

1) My best piece of advice: Don’t have kids. Too late for that? Let’s move on…

2) Make writing a priority. I know, I know, easier said than done. It’s hard not to feel guilty about taking time for yourself when there are so many people wanting your time and attention. You might feel like you’re neglecting your family, but you need to take time to recharge yourself if you want to be at your best for them. Writing is my refuge. It’s how I get away from stress and problems, and it’s cheaper than a day at the spa (or taking up drinking as a hobby, for that matter). If you need a kick in the pants to do this, read on…

3) NaNoWriMo. I know, there are a lot of people who think it’s a bad idea, but I’m not talking about the quality of your first draft, here. I’m talking about giving yourself permission to make writing a priority. NaNoWriMo is official. It’s a big, but achievable goal, and it’s just for one month. The first time I did it (in 2010), I told my husband what I was doing, and he basically patted me on the head and said, “Whatever floats your boat, honey.” Kind of his general attitude toward my writing, actually… point is, I could ask him to watch the kids a bit more without feeling guilty, and more importantly I had a good excuse for writing instead of watching TV with him after the kids were in bed. After all, I had a word count to achieve! A deadline! And “it’s only for two more weeks” sounded a lot more reasonable to him than “I just have to get my imaginary people out of this dragon cave and into each other’s arms and rip them apart and nearly kill her and…” Get it? Without NaNoWriMo, I might never have given myself permission to just write, and to ask my family for that precious alone time. And it becomes a habit, which is also important.

4) Focus on the other stuff- I’m still bad for this, but I’m working on it. On days when I try to squeeze writing in during the day, I’m jumping back and forth between that, keeping the house clean, making meals, and playing with the kids (and letting the dog out, and letting the dog in, and letting the cat in who got out when the dog came in…). Then the kids go to bed, it’s writing time, and I still have dishes to do, laundry to move over, and tidying to do, because I was too unfocused during the day. If I can focus on the other stuff during the day/early evening and get it done without trying to fit my writing in wherever I can, if I can get it DONE, then my evening is just for me, a cup of tea, and my book… assuming my husband’s working nights, of course. Speaking of which…

5) Don’t neglect your relationships. This goes back to distractions again, and can be really difficult when things are going well in your writing. When you’re with your family, BE with your family. Don’t think about how you could be writing at that moment. Play with the kids, or read to them (I prefer reading, but sometimes it has to be trucks). Watch FRIENDS with your spouse and play Phase 10, or whatever it is you crazy kids do when you hang out. Get everyone out of the house together for a while, go for a hike, go to the playground. It’s time away from your work, but your family will be much more gracious about “sharing” you with your writing when they’ve already had their quality time with you. You’re important to them!

6) Get out of the house. When I’m at home, there’s always something else I should be doing, something to distract me. We live in a tiny community- no coffee shop to pop out to, not even a decent library branch to spend an hour or two at, but those would be good options if you have them nearby (you lucky thing, you). My current favourite trick is offering to take the car in every time it needs repairs. I can sit at the Hyundai dealership for a few hours and type, or if they have a car for me to borrow, it’s off to the library. The 45 minute drives there and back are great times to think, too, since there’s no one else in the car to distract me (um… just make sure you’re still watching the road, OK?)

7) Get help. Easier said than done for some of us; our closest family (geographically speaking) is my husband’s parents, and they’re an hour+ drive away. If you have family members close by, though, or teenagers who are willing to babysit for a reasonable fee, I say take advantage of it whenever you can. I am fortunate to have a husband who will keep the boys out of my hair for a while when they’re really driving me nuts, even though he doesn’t share my interests or really understand why I need to do this. He’s a keeper, that one.

8) Even heard of benign neglect? It’s not actually neglecting the kids; rather, it’s letting them do their own thing, to find their own fun, to work things out on their own without a parent hovering over them every minute of the day. Obviously babies need the attention, and can’t be left to fend for themselves, but it’s good for older kids. Be available if they really need you, but let them know that when you’re writing, they need to respect your space. Teach them to get their own snacks, and to help each other out with things. Teach them to resolve their arguments without hitting (and be prepared to step in when they do, anyway). Send them outside to play, weather permitting. This is all good for them! They need to learn to be creative in dealing with boredom and solving problems. It’s not ideal; I sit at the kitchen table or at my desk in the living room to write, and even when the boys aren’t hanging off of me and talking to me, they’re still around, still loud, and I still need to be aware of what’s happening. It’s better, though, and it brings me to my last point:

8) Writing through the distractions. This is what I’m doing right now, and do for most blog posts (since that sacred quiet time when I have the house to myself is strictly for fiction). You need to train yourself to do it, but it is possible. Yes, it’s annoying when you do have to get pulled out of your zone (which is why this doesn’t work as well for me when my mind has to be in another world), but at least you can get something done. I might be a bit snippier with the kids when I’m doing this than I normally would be, but we’re figuring it out.

So there you go. My little list of ways to get this thing done. Will these tips make it easy? Nope, sorry. If you’re like me, you will feel guilty every time you take time away from your kids. But it’s so worth it.

(Speaking of kids… I need to wish my Ike a super-duper 5th birthday today! Best Valentine’s Day gift ever.)


Let’s Begin With a Contradiction

Yes, the blog is called “disregard the prologue”- this is my new place for my new stuff. Whatever I feel like writing about, that’s what’s going to go here. They say a blog should have a cohesive theme; I say They can shove it. My theme is whatever’s in my head, and it’s going to be some kind of fun.

But the old things remain, and they’re still important. I was just looking over a few of my old blogs, and do you know what? They’re not bad. Never consistent or popular, but I still like them. If you’re interested in the things that came before (in some cases long before), I’ll put links here as I finish reviewing. Just for you, because I’m nice like that. DO YOU SEE HOW FUN THIS IS?!

**C-Section Lobotomy: because they seem to have taken my brain out along with the babies.

**My favourite posts from “Mommyhood Confidential” (discontinued 2007):

You know what? That’s back to 2006. There’s more. you know where to find it if you want it.

Um… that’s it for now. I’ve left a string of abandoned blogs in my wake; it’s going to take a while to look through it all.  In the meantime, I’ll try to post here a few times a week, just in case anyone feels like stopping by.


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