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| Forget Friday the 13th. Let's go for Monday-Friday. A single week when nothing seemed to go right. I found an error with three plats I drew up -- after they were completed, signed by the owner and filed at the courthouse. Oi. How do I explain to the client that this will be the third (yes, third!) time they had to come in and sign their plats due to a mistake by yours truly? So I stressed out about it Monday night to the point I couldn't sleep. However, once I corrected the errors, I called them up and explained what happened. The were so gracious and understanding, I felt like crying in gratitude. Okay, maybe not to the point of tears, but I was grateful. I didn't deserve it, that's for sure. Ever feel like you're a waste of space? I sure did feel like it that day! Then! I find out another plat may not go through because the newly appointed County Engineer doesn't want to sign it because it doesn't meet the County-Across-The-River's standards. Another two days of stressing, because should he decide not to sign, not only with the owner lose a sale, but the buyer will not make the January 1 deadline for First Time Homebuyers. How do I explain to the client that I couldn't convince the Engineer we do it on this side of the river a bit differently? So I lost sleep another day stressing about it. Today I talked to said engineer and he decided to sign it. Plus there were a bunch of other things to go wrong: My home internet modem crapped out, and my DSL provider drug (drug? Its feet are stoned? Let's go for dragged) its feet on sending it to me, and blamed the delivery company for the delay. Then last night I couldn't get the new one to work, and spent over an hour on the phone with the technician, all the while trying to keep my little guy from screaming at me. Oi. I'm tired. Good news, though. In the end everything turned out well, and perhaps I'm a little more patient for the next time things fall apart around me. And! I'm taking the next week off. The entire week! Yay! My hubby is going on a hunting trip and I get to play full-time Mommy. I'm looking forward to it, but at the same time, it won't be easy. Thomas is entering the Terrible Two stage with screaming and crying when he doesn't get his way. Luckily the screeching is the limits of his tantrums. We're also trying to teach him not to throw things unless we're ready for it, or hitting and kicking us or the dog. It's nothing vindictive, but typical boy behavior. Still, it's important he learns that to hit or kick others is mean and not appropriate behavior. He's learning. But I need to get back to my nano-novel. I'm pathetic at 6800 words, but I'll keep plugging away. I may not make 50k, but as long as I keep writing, I'm happy. Have a great weekend, all! |
| Travis Garrity felt the man's breath on his neck and tried not to cringe. Did the self-appointed governor of this expedition have to eat so much garlic, and on top of that, stand within a half a meter with everyone he wanted to talk to? "We're not there yet," Travis said for the nineteenth time today. He knew. He kept track. Governor Isaac Johanna leaned over the console, his breath even more pungent, and said, "You said it would be today, Garrity." "And it will, but you hovering over me will not make this bucket go any faster." Travis could feel Johanna's glare when he said, "This bucket has been your home all your life. Show some respect." Home, Travis thought. More like a prison and the only way out was the vacuum of space. How could he respect that? Truth was, he was more eager to get to their destination than the governor, and most of the other colonists aboard this 70-year-old heap named "Red Dagger." Red Dagger. What a name. Pink Rust Bucket was more apt in describing her. Travis smirked and gave the pilot console a small caress. He did love her, even as he despised her. She brought them through many a hardship with few problems. She was well-built even if she was ugly. =========================================================== This is how my latest nanowrimo novel begins. It's a prequel to my very first nano-novel entitled "Red Dagger." The first novel wasn't about the ship named in this one, but in fact takes place almost 600 years in the future. Kinda fun not only coming up with a new story, but an entire universe. But also daunting. So far I'm a bit slow in writing "Redarian." It's not because I'm not interested in the story, but I feel out of practice in writing over 1500 words a day. It's intimidating, because I've spent so much time lately editing. I keep wanting to either edit as I go, or stop to rephrase a word, paragraph and constantly ask myself, "Is this scene even necessary?" Who cares! The point is to write, and write anything. It's about volume, not quality. The fixing can come later. So I best get to writing, even if it is total ick. |
| The Marcher Lord Select contests officially started today! It consists of two separate contests: the Main contest and Premise contest. Phase I for the main contest consists of the 20-word premise, 100-word blurb and a single-page synopsis. The winner of this contest will be published -- although the publisher, Jeff Gerke still makes the final decision. Phase I of the Premise contest (where I'm an entrant) is the Title of the book and 20-word premise. The 20 stories with the most votes moves on to Phase II, with a total of four phases. For the winners of this contest, Jeff Gerke will read the entire manuscript and decide whether or not it will be published. There's no guarantee, but at least we're moved to the top of his reading list. For the ones who didn't win, they aren't immediately rejected; they'll just have to wait a little longer for that thirsted after "Send your entire manuscript." I hope you'll participate in the contest as a voter. The more the merrier. The only caveat is you'll have to vote at least three times and you'll have to sign up as a member to the forum. Also, if you know anyone who might be interested, especially if they like science fiction and/or fantasy, please send them over as well. Voting begins November 13th. To find out more click here: http://wherethemapends.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=mlpselect |
| When a child grows up and you see him, or her, leaving you behind, it's a bitter-sweet sensation. You watch after him, hoping you dressed him cool enough or warm enough. Did you teach him all he needs to know about surviving, such as looking both ways to cross the street, not talking to strangers, and a million other pieces of advice? How we feel about our writing is not much different. We hope and pray with every query, proposal and entire manuscript submission that our literary child is ready for the world. Yesterday I received a blanket email from Marcher Lord Press. It asked if I had turned in my premise yet as only five days remained. He noted only seven had sent theirs in. Good for me if it stays at that number, because my chances just jumped to 8:1 instead of 40:1. I'm not counting my fingers just yet, though. I was waiting until the last minute so I could spend more time preparing my little premise who I'm still not sure is ready. Good thing the publisher sent the email and I read the whole thing through. It turns out that even though my story is entered into the premise contest, I still need to send a 100-word teaser, 1-page synopsis (not giving away the ending), and the first 500 words. Oh. Now I'm really glad I waited, otherwise I would have sent my 20-word premise and nothing else. I sent my proposal out into the big-bad scary world today. I hope and pray it survives, even thrives. |
| When Thomas gets frustrated with a toy not assembling the way he expects it to, he either pounds on it, tosses it across the room, or he stares at me and groans as if demanding I fix it for him. Quite calmly I say, "Just walk away, honey. You'll figure it out eventually." Whether or not he understands the concept is doubtful, but he does listen enough to walk away. Sometimes. The rest of the time I have to take it away and distract him with something else. He takes after me, poor fella. Now if only I would take my own advice more often. Last night my single braincell told me to leave the premise alone. I didn't want to, so it distracted me with the desire to play with and upload more photos into my flickr album. Two hours later and happily forgetful of my premise I went to bed. Not ten minutes later, I had it! I knew how to word my premise. Well, the first dozen words anyway. With my still fully-functional braincell, I jumped out of bed, ran to the living room (okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration) and grabbed a notebook, booklight and pen. I returned to bed and wrote down my premise. I left the notebook et al by my pillow just in case another aha! moment struck me. It didn't, but no matter. I figured out the hardest part of my premise. The rest could wait until the morning. An hour ago I finished it up, using only 2 pages of notebook paper to get there. It is now in the hands of two fellow writers who volunteered to bleed on it for me. I changed my mind about posting it here, because if it's to get any votes in the contest, I want it on merit alone. Will that hurt my chances? Probably. But if my premise gets me into the second round or higher, I'll know the words alone got me there. Okay, God, too *grin*. |
| You would think after working eight years on a book, I would have such a good grasp of the concept along with the story, characters, et al, writing a 20-word premise could be a snap. Sure, if writing and deleting every word for 47 hours, 20 cups of coffee, a sore scalp from pulling out all my hair, and cracked fingernails from pounding on my computer keys in teary-eyed frustration is considered a snap (long enough sentences there, for ya?). Okay, it's not that bad. But boiling down a 100k story into so few words is a challenge this lady doesn't feel qualified to accomplish. At least not enough to make a bunch of people say, "Wow! I wanna read that book!" Yes, this is a temper tantrum. No, I'm not giving up. Sometimes plopping down on the floor and screaming my head off helps to purge all the negative thoughts and feelings. *plops down on floor and screams into pillow* There. I feel better now. My apologies if my mental flailing hurt your eyes or emotional stability. Back to work. |
October 17, 2009 FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE Marcher Lord Press Announces Marcher Lord Select (Colorado Springs, CO)--Marcher Lord Press, the premier publisher of Christian speculative fiction, today announces the debut of a revolution in fiction acquisitions. "Marcher Lord Select is American Idol meets book acquisitions," says publisher Jeff Gerke. "We're presenting upwards of 40 completed manuscripts and letting 'the people' decide which one should be published." The contest will proceed in phases, Gerke explains, in each subsequent round of which the voters will receive larger glimpses of the competing manuscripts. The first phase will consist of no more than the book's title, genre, length, a 20-word premise, and a 100-word back cover copy teaser blurb. Voters will cut the entries from 40 to 20 based on these items alone. "We want to show authors that getting published involves more than simply writing a great novel," Gerke says. "There are marketing skills to be developed--and you've got to hook the reader with a good premise." Following rounds will provide voters with a 1-page synopsis, the first 500 words of the book, the first 30 pages of the book, and, in the final round, the first 60 pages of the book. The manuscript receiving the most votes in the final round will be published by Marcher Lord Press in its Spring 2010 release list. No portion of any contestant's mss. will be posted online, as MLP works to preserve the non-publication status of all contestants and entries. Participating entrants have been contacted personally by Marcher Lord Press and are included in Marcher Lord Select by invitation only. "We're also running a secondary contest," Gerke says. "The 'premise contest' is for those authors who have completed a Christian speculative fiction manuscript that fits within MLP guidelines and who have submitted their proposals to me through the Marcher Lord Press acquisitions portal before October 29, 2009." The premise contest will allow voters to select the books that sound the best based on a 20-word premise, a 100-word back cover copy teaser blurb, and (possibly) the first 500 words of the book. The premise contest entrants receiving the top three vote totals will receive priority acquisitions reading by MLP publisher Jeff Gerke. "It's a way for virtually everyone to play, even those folks who didn't receive an invitation to compete in the primary Marcher Lord Select contest." Marcher Lord Select officially begins on November 1, 2009, and runs until completion in January or February 2010. All voting and discussions and Marcher Lord Select activities will take place at The Anomaly forums in the Marcher Lord Select subforum. Free registration is required. "In order for this to work as we're envisioning," Gerke says, "we need lots and lots of voters. So even if you're not a fan of Christian science fiction or fantasy, I'm sure you love letting your voice be heard about what constitutes good Christian fiction. So come on out and join the fun!" Marcher Lord Press is a Colorado Springs-based independent publisher producing Christian speculative fiction exclusively. MLP was launched in fall of 2008 and is privately owned. Contact: Jeff Gerke; http://www.marcherlordpress.com. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I received the above press release from Jeff via email, along with an invitation to participate in the premise contest. It's not the main contest, but hey, an opportunity is an opportunity, right? So now I have 12 days to once again sweat, cry and bleed over my premise and submit it. Also, if you'd like to participate as a voter (please, please, please do!) click here: http://wherethemapends.proboards.com/index.cgi? I may also post my premise here in the next few days so you can give me ideas on how to improve upon it. I could use all the help I can get. |
| Why do bad things happen to good people? It's a question we all ask ourselves, especially when the "bad" hits close to home. Why does a wife lose her husband, a husband his wife, and a mother her son? Why does God seem to turn his back on all the prayers asking for a stay of Death's hand? It's all so excruciatingly unfair. Especially when there are so many people who seemingly do nothing but evil remain untouched by the darker side of life. Will my attempt at an answer sound trite at best? I can't know the mind of God, why he chooses to grace some with his healing touch here on earth and others he calls home - from our perspective - all too soon. A few days ago I read Isaiah 57:1-2: Good people pass away; the godly often die before their time. But no one seems to care or wonder why. No one seems to understand that God is protecting them from the evil to come. For those who follow godly paths will rest in peace when they die. Does that really help the family and loved ones left behind? Not really. All we can do is grieve and hope that someday we can breathe without the stab of loss. All the rest of us can offer is our shoulders, our ears and our tears. None of us leaves this world untouched by losing someone we love sometimes more than life, so none of us ever grieves alone. Sometimes if that only someone is God himself. Sure he allows bad things to happen to good people, but that doesn't mean he doesn't grieve with us and offer some measure of comfort. The comfort may come in the form of a kind word, a hug, or a simple passage of scripture that promises a day when Death is not even a faded memory. |
| You would think that after about six weeks of not hearing whether or not my book will be accepted by a publisher, I'd be a wreck. Keeping busy with either writing other projects are submersing myself into a different hobby helps keep the noggin' screwed on straight. For me it's taking pictures. To the point my son gives me a dirty look whenever I grab the camera. No kidding. Over the last few days I've slowed down quite a bit. The weather has turned dreary, and darkness falls too soon for good outdoor shots. And my creativity for indoor shots has dried up a bit. I turned my focus away from snapping pictures until my finger falls off to using software to modify and add special effects to the pictures I have now. I borrowed from the library two digital photography books, and so far I've learned a lot about how digital cameras work. Interesting stuff. I'm also reading "The Last Eyewitness" by Jerry Jenkins and Tim LaHaye, a fictionalized story of John, the last of the original disciples and the one who wrote the Gospel of John. Once I finish that, I hope to continue to work on my new manuscript using the Snowflake Method. I hope complete enough of it done I can use what I learned there to write it during Nanowrimo beginning November 1. But Thomas is waking up from his nap, so I best get into Mommy mode. I hope you all enjoy the rest of your Sunday! |
| to ensure I'll get not a wink of sleep. Not one minute ago I submitted my novel proposal to a publisher. Will this be one more rejection to add to my as yet paltry stack? I'll keep you apprised. Hopefully I'll still have fingernails by the time I hear back. |
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