I’ve been tagged by the lovely and talented Tania Walsh for the Lucky 7 Meme.
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So I’m still sick, but I feel a bit more accepting of it today. My cough exists, and I’m used to it. Anyway, I’m hanging out over at Mysti Parker’s blog today to talk about my writing routine and weird writing quirks. It’s all pretty scary, so proceed with caution…
It’s spring break! Yay! But I’m sick. Boo. So I’m making myself feel better by hanging around the internet. Yesterday, I was chosen as the Weekly Artist here. You’ll find out all sorts of things about me, like why I’m not married. Later this week, I’ll share another glimpse into my brain on another website. Consider yourselves warned! I think it’s time for another shot of orange juice…
Hey. Today I look like this:
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Only less blond. I will continue to look like this all week until Spring Break begins. I’m just checking in so you all know I’m alive. Mostly.
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My horror short story called ‘Willow Road’ was published on Every Day Fiction. I would love it if you checked it out!
Jamie Ayres is hosting a first page critique contest to celebrate Heather Birch’s debut novel Halflings. Participants are to post their first 250 words on their blogs, then hop around to everyone else’s to read their entries. Jamie will randomly draw five names to receive a critique from Heather. Does that make sense? After a 17 hour work day, that’s the best I can do. Anyway, here’s my first page from my YA dark fantasy titled The Grave Winner:
Sweat trickled down the back of my dress. What was this girl doing? And what was all the black stuff dripping underneath her?
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A few weeks ago, I heard about an online writing workshop hosted by YARWA (Young Adult Romance Writers of America). The workshop is titled Writing for the Young Adult Market: Where Do I Begin?
I spend more time than I should surfing the internet about the YA market and writing and publishing, so I wasn’t sure this workshop would offer anything new. But, I filed the info away for later, just in case.
Normally I forget everything I file away for later, but not this workshop. I think it was because the instructor, author Jordan Dane, writes YA thrillers. Holy frozen tacos, Batman, I love YA thrillers! If Ms. Dane wrote YA contemporary, I would’ve immediately forgotten about it. But YA thrillers… yes, my precious!
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So, I signed up. It was only $20. It starts February 20th and ends March 2nd. Here’s a link to it. I have no idea what to expect or how an online workshop works, but I’m excited! I’ve never done anything like this before. But there has to be other ways to improve your craft other than reading, reading writing books, and writing all the time, right? Right.
Do you know of any workshops or conferences that are w$o$r$t$h it?
P.S. Happy Valentine’s Day!
P.P.S. I liked The River, but I’m not sure I luuuuuurve it yet. Thoughts?
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I recently resurrected the first novel I ever wrote. It had been collecting dust on my flash drive. The characters were quiet inside my head compared to the obnoxious ones who want me to tell their stories next. So I picked the story up to get everyone else to hush. It worked, at least for awhile.
Now, the voices inside my head are shouting plot twists at me that have nothing to do with my first novel and everything to do with the ones they want me to write. And I’m starting to listen to them.
Maybe that first novel wasn’t meant to be resurrected. Maybe it will always be my first completed novel with crater-sized plot holes, inconsistent characters, and a lack of structural sense. And maybe it’s okay to just let it exist in all its imperfect glory on my flash drive. Some writers trunk their first novel forever, right?
There are some hidden gems in it, I think. But maybe those gems are kriptonite and my Super Girl writer skills can’t touch them yet. Maybe they’ll stay hidden until the day I turn into Super Woman. Then those gems better watch out!
So, at least for now, I’m saying goodbye to Pause so that I can properly listen to the chaos inside my head. Rest in peace, WIP. To my critique partners, I apologize. 🙁
Does this happen to everyone else? Have you trunked your first novel? Do you ever have so many voices inside your head that you want to reach in there and duct tape everyone’s mouth shut?
No, this post isn’t about my love for alliteration. It’s about my obsession with all things scary. Movies. TV shows. Books. My cat during one of his Vietnam flashbacks. I love being scared, which is why I feel all skippy about next Tuesday. That’s when The River premieres. This is The River: