Ha ha just kidding, there’s no such thing as too many books.
My husband has to drag me away from the book section of any store we walk through and often gives me a resigned sigh when I give him the puppy eyes when we past a book store. Have I mentioned how much a love him? Any who, the reason why I titled this post the way I did is because right now, I have three books that I’m reading. I didn’t choose to read three in one go, it just sort of happened that way.
You see, the first book is a non fiction. Those I can’t read in one sitting. When I’m bored I pick it up and reach until my brain cries for me to stop. The other book I’m reading is a new purchase (even though I have probably a dozen other books that I need to read). The latest book is a library hold. It’s been on hold for so long that I forgot that I had put it on hold. I can’t speak for the rest of you, but for me, library books take precedent.
So now, I feel guilty putting the other two books to the side while I focus mainly on my library book. All the while my husband shakes his head at me wondering why in the world he puts up with a bookaholic.
Happy weekend peoples! Until the next time! I got a lot of reading to do.
I have a problem. I get random scenes and story ideas about six times a day. Some of them are just passing fancies, although I do write them all down. I try to not dwell on them too much because then they get in the way of my current story and then nothing gets done. Usually, I can push these ideas aside and keep on working, but every now and again, I get what I like to call “Impatient Stories”. They scream and shout like a two year old throwing a tantrum demanding my attention. The worst part is that they tend to be awesome ideas. Sigh.
I have this one story brewing in my head that sounds like it would be fun to write, but I’m right in the middle of writing the last book in the Lost Guardian series. I wanted to do one of my stand alone stories to give myself a breather from series writing, which can be very draining. But this story won’t leave me be. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what happens when I have some free time to actually plan my next book.
Until Next time folks!
There are many tools that I employ to help me along while I plan and write my books. Sometimes it’s a steaming cup of tea or a tall glass of wine. And it always involves music. At first I used good ‘ol Pandora, bouncing around stations as they suited me. Then I found the lovely playlists on Spotify (yes I know, I’m a little late to the party). But my newest discovery is a wonderful little gem call ambient-mixer.com. Talented people have created background noise for you to listen to! My favorites (so far) are Ravenclaw’s Common Room, Loki’s Chambers, and Bucky and Steve’s apartment…oh not the mention Witches Cabin. They have nature sounds too, but so far these are the ones I love. Seriously, check them out and let me know what are some of your favorite stations?
Later my peoples
My life has become a roller coaster right now. My grandmother is not doing well and may be loosing her battle with cancer. Work has become a whole basket of crazy this year. And I’ve finally started to the get the clinical help that I need. So much is going on and so much is changing that writing or anything related to writing has taken a back seat. But while things haven’t gotten any better, the ride has gotten a little smoother.
Today I finally finished writing Frank Tales. I have been trying to write this children’s book for two years, but The Lost Guardian series has continually pushed it to the back burner. But now that Souls in the Dark is published, I have some time to dedicate to it. I still need to revise and make the illustrations but at least the hard part is done. I’m planning on having that book out by Christmas if I can help it.
I’ve also continued to outline Time of Prophecy. I’m not 100% sure I’ll stick with that title but it works for now. I don’t plan on starting the actual writing until after the first of the year. I want to give myself some time to catch up on some other projects and finish outlining. I haven’t even done a poem of the month for some time now.
Any who, time goes on and I struggle to keep my head above water. I just have to hold on until things smooth out a little more. It’s going to be rough, but I know I can do it. Stay wild my friends!
There are some things that help a writer find the right words to say or breathe to life a scene. Music is usually the first thing that people talk about. I often listen to certain styles of music when I’m writing certain pieces. The music helps me to create the world and people in my head. It also helps to create sequences. When I’m editing, I tend to listen to music that l like to sing along to. Editing is one of the most boring things a writer has to do. I tend to go cross-eyed after a while. But I don’t really want to go too far into musical inspiration.
There are some really odd things that I do that help with my creative process. First, it’s cleaning. More specifically when I’m cleaning alone. As I tackle the chores I have neglected all week, I work out a considerable amount of my dialogues. I even do accents, thus the need to be alone. My husband already thinks I’m crazy. At least my pugs won’t judge me. The other thing is the Game of Thrones game on Facebook. I don’t know why but for some reason that game gets my story juices flowing. Maybe because it’s a story driven game…shrugs.
Anyways, I would love to hear of the ways you guys find your inspiration. Comment below
I sat down to start working on the climax for Souls in the Dark, but the words wouldn’t come. I tried to write a few words but they just weren’t right. But I cannot do nothing, so it looks like it’s an editing day. I’ve almost caught up to what I have written so far which is great. So time to make myself a cup of tea…Oh wait…I dragged my hubby to the farmer’s market the other weekend. We were just milling about, I was looking for duck egg when I discovered something better; a tea merchant! Yeah!
I love tea just as much as I love coffee. I love unique teas even more. I bought an once of this absolutely delicious tea called French Quarter. It smells like pipe tobacco but tastes like heaven. I might have to go back and get some more. There were a lot of interesting blends that I would like to try.
Anyways, back on topic; I’m going to make myself a cup of tea, play some soft music and get to polishing my words. Until next time people!
I had a melt down a couple of days ago. It was pretty bad. You see, I suffer from bouts of depression and anxiety. They come and go with irregular frequency. The depression doesn’t last for very long, and I have good coping mechanisms so I don’t take medication. However, my anxieties are growing. The reason why I’m opening up like this is because I feel like I need too. So many people, and myself, have a hard time opening up about the darkness in our heads. I guess there’s a sense of shame because why can’t we be happy like everyone else. This sorta leads me up to my melt down.
I have never really been a healthy person. The only time I was was while I served in the military and even then, it wasn’t 100% healthy. I have some medical issues that have caused me to put on an unhealthy amount of weight and quitting smoking has also caused me to put on some pounds. My mental issues are exasperated by my weight issues and my weight issues are exasperated by my mental issues. See my problem here?
My only saving grace is my husband. Honestly, I don’t think I could have pulled myself out of the black whole of self-doubt if it wasn’t for him. He has seen me at my best and at my worst. We are trying to have a baby but have run into complications. Fertility medication hasn’t worked and now the doctors are going to see if all my parts are working right. I, however, believe that my weight is a major issue, so I have begun steps to remedy that.
I’m hoping that as I fix my body physically, my mind and perhaps my soul, will also pull themselves back together. It is an awful feeling, hating everything about yourself. I struggle to find one thing that I like about myself everyday. Sometimes it’s a physical thing, sometimes it’s something much deeper. I know talking about my troubles helps tremendously but more often than not, I choose to suffer in silence because I hate to be a burden on anyone. My husband tells me that I’m not, so I’ll have to take his word for it.
For any of you who are also suffering (civilian or veteran) please find someone that you feel like you can talk to without fear. Hell, message me and I’ll be your shoulder.
Until next time, my peoples!