Today, I ranted on the LCRW blog about should I twit or not. I'm still up in the air. I spend so much time as it is writing, should I be spending it twitting too?
Lately I realize I need to promote more to get my examiner page really going. I want to do that. Some really cool opporunities had popped up and I think would help if I had more promoting.
As a private person, I wonder if twitting is the right thing to do.
Go check out my blog on LCRW and voice your comments or voice them here. What do you think.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Changes in Temperature
Here we are listening to the wind through the trees and enjoying the temperature drop. It's football season. It puts in mind days gone by when the trees turned color and school buses rolled. Apple butter being made and all in all just active weather. It's different then summer when it's a free for all, it's harvest time. Time to clean out and make room for winter. Time to add to the cellars. It's time for fires in the hearth and tea in the evenings. Time for fall TV shows to fill us with intrigue and things to talk about. It's time to learn.
I read a email this morning about an older lady attending college. It's call the Rose. If you have read it, then I hope it touched your heart as it did mine. I think everyday you should learn something new, everyday grow in a way that you don't because just like the email. We grow older everyday, there's no trick to it, we just do. But if we lose our pursuit of dreams then we just grow old and we stop living. These temperature changes makes me wish for school for learning, then I realize I can do it all on my own, with the adventures around me and my passion for the Arts. As long as my dreams are to be published and successful, then I won't just grow old with my each day, but just grow each day.
I read a email this morning about an older lady attending college. It's call the Rose. If you have read it, then I hope it touched your heart as it did mine. I think everyday you should learn something new, everyday grow in a way that you don't because just like the email. We grow older everyday, there's no trick to it, we just do. But if we lose our pursuit of dreams then we just grow old and we stop living. These temperature changes makes me wish for school for learning, then I realize I can do it all on my own, with the adventures around me and my passion for the Arts. As long as my dreams are to be published and successful, then I won't just grow old with my each day, but just grow each day.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The Last Weekend
Today is the last Saturday before school starts and we all can feel the intensity running through the house. For the first time all summer my darlings went downstairs and turned on the cartoons without a fuss. Meaning I got to sleep in a bit longer.
My friends and I are running a poll on our feelings of the up and coming first day. Last week one mother was 80% ready for them to return only because she was dreading making them sit down and do homework. As soon as she said that the poll went from 110% to 90%, we all forgot about homework. Homework isn't just for the kids, it's for the adults to make the kids do it. Some parents have taught their children the right way to do homework, no complaints, no whining- just do it. I want that magic recipe. I have tried it all.
Anyway, yesterday while all us mother's were together, we polled again. With the amount of nervous energy, anticipation, and the moon, all the mother's agreed, homework was totally doable and we all were at 110% ready for school. Ready and waiting.
I agree, but I'm going to miss them. It's nice to have the little ones around, to eat with, to talk to and to watch them grow. Once school starts, the lazy days of summer disappear into the mists of time and we start over again. The song has started to play in my head, the guitar has been in my dreams, it's time to welcome Don Henley, The Boys of Summer. Gets me every time, summer is becoming out of reach. Way to bittersweet.
My friends and I are running a poll on our feelings of the up and coming first day. Last week one mother was 80% ready for them to return only because she was dreading making them sit down and do homework. As soon as she said that the poll went from 110% to 90%, we all forgot about homework. Homework isn't just for the kids, it's for the adults to make the kids do it. Some parents have taught their children the right way to do homework, no complaints, no whining- just do it. I want that magic recipe. I have tried it all.
Anyway, yesterday while all us mother's were together, we polled again. With the amount of nervous energy, anticipation, and the moon, all the mother's agreed, homework was totally doable and we all were at 110% ready for school. Ready and waiting.
I agree, but I'm going to miss them. It's nice to have the little ones around, to eat with, to talk to and to watch them grow. Once school starts, the lazy days of summer disappear into the mists of time and we start over again. The song has started to play in my head, the guitar has been in my dreams, it's time to welcome Don Henley, The Boys of Summer. Gets me every time, summer is becoming out of reach. Way to bittersweet.
Friday, September 4, 2009
My first submission
Well, I finally bit the bullet and submitted my first short story to The True Romance Magazine. I hear it will be up to a year to see if they reject or accept so time is on hand now. But I feel like I am in the mix now.
This has been a busy but productive summer. And it just shows me how lucky I am to live the life I have. We all may complain a time or two, but we make life what we want it to be.
Happy is how I'm feeling today as I look down the leaf cover path to a new school year.
This has been a busy but productive summer. And it just shows me how lucky I am to live the life I have. We all may complain a time or two, but we make life what we want it to be.
Happy is how I'm feeling today as I look down the leaf cover path to a new school year.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Rochester Romance Novel Examiner
Whoa!
I just began the Rochester Romance Novel Examiner and I am so excited.
It's a real job, maybe not paying much, but real.
I'll be writing book reviews, lists and q&A. Hopefully, tieing into Rochester as much as possible. So many things are floating in my mind, now just got to get it done.
As for my writing, I have completed on short story that I want to summit to the True Magazines.
I am busy on my current WIP happy that the excitement is still running deep.
School starts up in six days, then bring on time, time to write, time to clean, time to be me.
Wow, what a concept...time.
I just began the Rochester Romance Novel Examiner and I am so excited.
It's a real job, maybe not paying much, but real.
I'll be writing book reviews, lists and q&A. Hopefully, tieing into Rochester as much as possible. So many things are floating in my mind, now just got to get it done.
As for my writing, I have completed on short story that I want to summit to the True Magazines.
I am busy on my current WIP happy that the excitement is still running deep.
School starts up in six days, then bring on time, time to write, time to clean, time to be me.
Wow, what a concept...time.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Something new
Excitement, fun and adventure. Currently, I began my new WIP. I am only 1,000 words into it and the feeling is superb.
I decided to make myself more accountable. Writing at least 200 words a day. It's hard in the summer when the kids are home and life flies by like bats out of hell, but in the last few days I have written enough to get to 1000 words.
I am hoping in a few weeks I will have enough on paper that I will go back to my last story and start layering. I need new eyes on that one.
A fellow writer wrote how writing is her choice of drugs. I completely understand. If I don't write I feel bogged down, but when I do write it feels like I can fly.
I decided to make myself more accountable. Writing at least 200 words a day. It's hard in the summer when the kids are home and life flies by like bats out of hell, but in the last few days I have written enough to get to 1000 words.
I am hoping in a few weeks I will have enough on paper that I will go back to my last story and start layering. I need new eyes on that one.
A fellow writer wrote how writing is her choice of drugs. I completely understand. If I don't write I feel bogged down, but when I do write it feels like I can fly.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Writing is like a big whole in the ceiling.
Recently, we have had plumbing problems. Ok, I can still see the 8 foot x 4 foot hole in the TV room's ceiling. The plumber put a patch on the leaking pipe last week and we have been waiting for him since to replace the pipe. He finally called, he is to come tonight!
For the what feels like a eon, I have been writing this story that has me flip flopping around the cavernous whole of my imagination. I am finally at the end of it and I feel like I am waiting for the emperor of my imagination to come in to save the day. The last bit of the story is the hardest, I feel. How to wrap it up so everyone in happy. I know I have to simply get it down on paper, I can go back and make the scenes right later with a plot line.
Being, a sit of her pants writer, answering the questions what, when, why, how and where as I go, sometimes makes me nervous. It is part the excitement and part the insanity that drives me to write. So maybe, just maybe after the plumber comes life will get someone back to normal, then I can have an audience with the emperor. Let my imagination run wild and finish the story.
For the what feels like a eon, I have been writing this story that has me flip flopping around the cavernous whole of my imagination. I am finally at the end of it and I feel like I am waiting for the emperor of my imagination to come in to save the day. The last bit of the story is the hardest, I feel. How to wrap it up so everyone in happy. I know I have to simply get it down on paper, I can go back and make the scenes right later with a plot line.
Being, a sit of her pants writer, answering the questions what, when, why, how and where as I go, sometimes makes me nervous. It is part the excitement and part the insanity that drives me to write. So maybe, just maybe after the plumber comes life will get someone back to normal, then I can have an audience with the emperor. Let my imagination run wild and finish the story.
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