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Where’s my blade of grass?

“An Irishman is never drunk so long as he can hold on to a blade of grass and not fall off the face of the earth.” ~ Unknown

So either I’m not really Irish or I’ve been really drunk, because I’ve lost my blogging groove.

It doesn’t help that I usually snake the internet from the random wifi in my neighborhood – which I have to access from outside the house – and it has been occasionally rainy and/or wet more often than not in the past few weeks. That pretty much hosed me. One of these days I’ll be a big girl and either a) get my aircard fixed for my computer or b) get real internet like everyone else.

So let’s see… *digging through mental notes. Not a whole heckuva lot has happened lately. I didn’t win the lottery recently (dammit) and I haven’t finished my book. I’m still working on it though. I’ve actually been fighting the writer’s block by editing – a suggestion from a fellow writer friend whose name escapes me now – and i’m a little under halfway through my first edit. I still have fresh writing to add to the beginning since my original start took place somewhere in the middle of the timeline (*watches as a black wasp – mud dauber? – hovers menacingly around my ass region) but I’ve been plugging away at it. A few friends have mentioned that my story feels like a series, and the more that rattles around in my head, the more I feel like leaving this particular work where it is: a bit of a tease. The ending that I have in mind seems so far away that when I start shopping my ms around (notice how I said when? that’s right – I’ve got aspirations) I think it would be too long for anyone to want to mess with. So shorter and sweet, right? Sure. We’ll see, though. I’m fickle.

In other news (ha! news), the play is this weekend and the next. Nothing major there ‘cept it’s been chopping my nights into two halves: before practice and after. That’s also been cramping my writing/lounging/tv catching up on time, so that when I get back home, dinner made, and settled for the night it’s later than my usual start time for all of the aforementioned activities. And not that I mind staying up into the wee hours of the morning half-drooling over Sam and Dean Winchester – don’t let me fool you, I don’t mind it at all (I’m lying about the half- drooling, too) – I’d just like to start a little earlier.

Hmm… more. Sorry I’m behind on journal entries. Kate, Wyatt and Nathan are still doing there thing. Wyatt’s been smittenly lurking in the background of Kate’s karaoke nights, Nathan has been snooping in Wyatt’s books, and Kate is still fishing for the man of her dreams and playing single working mom. I just need a few hours/days to put it all to paper/puter.

In other news, my five year old got his cast off yesterday. He was thrilled, and he got to go swimming for the first time without. He’s such a little fishy!

(is that it?)
(hmm… for now)

Okay, well I’ll quit bending your ear for now. If I remember anything life-altering or think of anything super awesome to impart I’ll be back. In the words of my good friend,

Peace and hair grease

~h

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So – I’m a bitch.

Just so you know, there’s not real moral to this particular post. No feel good happy ending, no lesson to be learned (unless it’s just to not be so bitchy).

I am a bitch. Plain and simple.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m a really swell gal, too. Lots of the time, actually. But in general – and on any given day – I am just a plain ole bitch.

I’m short with my friends. I’m snarky. I’m argumentative. I’m contrary. I am bitchy. Period. The question is why.

I can be nice. Nice as pie. And I love my friends dearly. They are my friends for a reason. So why am I so awful sometimes?

The thing is, I get over lickety-split. I’m bitchy and then I’m done faster than Sybil changes personalities. So I know that I get over it. Do my friends, though? You, you out there, you people who love me. Do you know that I don’t mean it?

Whew! Good. Okay. On to bigger and better things.
Side ponytails.

It seems they are making a comeback (or not).

I saw a girl at Old Navy sporting a snazzy impromptu (although if you ask me, it looked pretty well thought out) side ponytail. Then again tonight, out a CLUB, no less, a girl is wearing a THOUGHT out (on purpose, did ma hair just so it would look THIS cool) side ponytail.

Both to the right, I might add (does to the left mean you’re gay, or an alien or something?).

I currently have layers, so this look won’t work for me, but I would totally rock it. BUT…

…now that everyone else is doing it, I don’t wanna. I’m not a follower, see.

Anyhoo, I guess that’s it for right now. Oh! I guess I’ll update you on life and Life Sucks and whatnot.

So I’ve now written three beginning chapters. Each independent of the other and each with more info included – I think – than I actually have included in the rest of the written material. I love to make things difficult. As far as the end (the written end, what I have so far) of my story, I’ve been dealing with my writer’s block by editing. I’m fifty pages into the editing, so hey – I can at least say that I’m getting something done, right?

Sorry that the character journals fell behind for the few – if any – of you who’ve read/followed them. I’ll catch up soon. Trust, though, that they have been keeping up with them and that things have still been moving forward.

In other news…

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Um, yeah. I got nothing. Not tonight/today, anyway. Maybe tomorrow?

~h

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Gonna go back in time

I’m trying to get back to work on my novel, and since I hit a Great Wall of China stretch of writer’s block, I decided I’d go back to the beginning. The one I haven’t written yet. Now I’m writing, so I guess that’s a good thing, but it just doesn’t feel quite right. I’m still writing though!

You know what’s funny – not in the ‘haha’ sense but the ‘hmm’ sense – it’s easier for me to write these character journals, which take place before the start of my written story, than it has been to try to start a new beginning. I’m already considering using the journals as an opening to the story, but it’s still pretty early in the thinkin’ stages on that.

Anyway… yup. Guess that was all. Man, this blog really is all about me, isn’t it? Haha…

~h

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Vagabonds and failed attempts

Yesterday I went on a nice long (too long) walk with my friend. The weather was gorgeous, the sun was setting, and I realized that walking with me is probably like walking with a 5 year old.

I notice everything.

Pretty wildflowers, too much trash, an empty Extenz package (you know what I’m talkin’ bout, Willis), and last but not least – a mulberry tree.

Right on the other side of the guardrail was this mulberry tree loaded with plump, ripe berries. We couldn’t resist, so we hopped (okay, straddled, checked foot placement, and slipped) over the guardrail. We both about busted it a couple times trying to navigate safe footing on the loose rocks there, but it wasn’t far to the tree. And there we stood/sat – grabbing at the branches, stuffing our faces and staining our fingers with the sweet and sometimes tangy berries. All the while cars zoomed past, probably wondering where our hitchhiking packs were. It was great though, and well worth the brief pit stop. Got us thinking about going back with bags so we could bring some home. What can you make out of mulberries anyway?

On to failed attempts. Well, I didn’t get chosen out of the 500 something entries in the chase/suspense scene contest. At first I was a bit frustrated, being as I think I’m a pretty decent writer and all. But the more I got to thinking about it (and as I remember what Nathan said about how he sifted through the entries) I realized that my scene just didn’t quite fit the bill for this particular contest. It wasn’t that my writing wasn’t good. Just not right. I especially love what Lisa Brackmann wrote about her process. Felt a lot like the way I write. So I’ve decided that I’ll just keep plugging away. Another day, another contest, right?

So… yep. That was my past 24 hours. What did you?

~h

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One + one + two = three

It is essential for every writer with the thought of publishing to have a pitch. Gotta have a pitch. Gotta have that catchy, interesting hook to draw someone into your story before they ever actually read it. But you need more than one pitch – you need three: the one sentence, the one paragraph and the two paragraph.

The one sentence is your ‘Hi! I see you’re heading into the bathroom, and it looks urgent, so this will only take a second’ pitch. Okay, so you hopefully won’t ever go to those lengths. Unless, of course, you want some publisher/editor/agent going all primal monkey and flinging poo on you. You get the idea, right? Your one sentence must sum up the basic plot of your story, include the main character at least and hopefully be unique. Stay away from cliches, stay away from vague, hazy wording and get right to the nitty gritty. Make it shine, though.

The one paragraph pitch is basically your one sentence plus a little more info. A little more about the story, maybe the characters, and still pretty to the point. Add key elements you couldn’t use in the one sentence to spice it up. Keep it lively. Show the reader why they should spend their precious time on your story instead of the other hundreds and thousands of stories just waiting to be heard.

Finally, the two paragraph pitch. It’s the one sentence plus the one paragraph plus any other goodies you think will see your story. Those goodies should actually be in your story, of course. Think of the dust cover summary. That’s the basic idea, more or less.

Here’s a really good resource on all three of these pitches. An amazing guy who just so happens to be a literary agent and out there in the blogging world with all of us aspiring writers, Nathan Bransford.

And now, the point of this page – other than to inform and enlighten, of course – is to lay out the pitches for “Life Sucks”. They are works in progress, of course. So in progress, in fact, that I’ll have to edit this later to include them. A few things in my story have changed so I need to go back and tweak them.

But enjoy this blog anyway, won’t you? And be sure to check out Nathan’s web page for great info on all things writing and getting published.

Later gators.

~h

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Oh, procrastination

I’ve been so wrapped up in this new blog of mine that I have conveniently neglected my novel. Imagine that!

Today I must make a pact. I must keep plugging away. Who cares if I’ve got more story than you can fit it one manuscript, right? Who cares if there are unanswered questions here and there. Right?

Okay, so here’s the deal. 500 words a day.
That’s all. Simple, right? And if i surpass it, so much the better.

Ready?
Set?
GO!

~h

UPDATE: okay, as of this moment – 381 words. figured almost 500 is better than none at all? ah well, tomorrow is another day.

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A new plan

So I’ve decided that I should have some rhyme or reason to this here blog.

I think I’ll plan it out. (gasp! what’s this? not you!) Yes, me.

Starting tomorrow – a procrastinator’s work is never done today – I’ll have a theme. Or something. Maybe I’ll discuss books. Maybe I’ll talk about book-type things. Maybe I’ll talk about news. Maybe I’ll talk about Hollywood, or movies, or tv, or the Dalai Lama… who knows. Anyway, that’s what’s to come.

In the meantime, I’m off to auditions again today. Yesterday was cut a little short because my poor little muffin, my fearless five year old, broke his arm jumping off the monkey bars. “It feels like my bones are twisting!” – his wounded cry. Luckily, the people in the ER were very speedy, and we got processed and back and x-rayed lickety split. Waiting on the ER doc took awhile, but they came back with an IV kit and meds to help give him some relief. Let me tell ya, he took that IV better than many adults I’ve borne personal witness to! An hour or so later, the ortho doc came and they did conscious sedation and set his arm right there in the ER. Took a little bit to wake him up, but that’s probably because it took a little bit to put him under. My little toughie!

So today he’s basically miserable. Last night he said, about the cast, “This just isn’t working for me.” And today he’s very sad because it’s clunky and heavy and he can’t play the wii very well. The saddest little hurt eyes you’ve ever seen. 😦

So here’s to my little baby, my little boy – prayers for a speedy recovery and higher spirits. You won’t miss all the fun stuff of summer, I promise!

~h

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