If you haven’t seen Rise of the Guardians, you should. Not only is it a cute animated movie about childhood, it has some pretty good messages. One of the themes revolves around Jack Frost as he tries to figure out what his center is, the reason why the moon choose him to become a Guardian. Most people spend their entire lives looking for the one thing that makes them who they are. There are a lot of things that make up a person but their center is what pulls all others towards it.
For me, I believe it’s writing. When I’m in front of my computer or scrawling ideas down in my ratty notebook, I feel the surest in my skin. Writing is creating. Writing is teaching. Writing is giving comfort to those who need it. I can’t imagine not doing it and I can’t live without it.
Hello, my name is Kristen and I am addicted to books and I don’t want any help. Honestly, I don’t know where I would be without books. They have been the one constant in my life for as long as I can remember. I don’t even remember learning how to read. One of my first memories is me picking up a book and reading it. I can’t tell you what it was about, but I remember reading it. I have swam with dolphins and walked the ancient streets of Egypt. I have learned magic and fought against monsters. I earned a knighthood and found love. I learned new words and learned to see the world with new eyes. I love books more than I can possibly say, that’s probably why I became an author. I want to be part of that wonderful world. So here’s to you all my fellow bibliophiles! My our to read piles never be complete!
When I was in my teen’s my favorite show was Gilmore Girls. I have many a fond memory of my mother and I curled up on the couch watching the show. I often dreamed of being like Rory. She was smart, funny, and very much her own person. While surfing around the internet one day I came across a list of books from my favorite tv show. The list had every book ever mentioned on the show. Now, of course a few of them aren’t real but the vast majority are. So I have decided to embark on a new challenge…to read the entire list if plausible. I copied the list and printed it out. Then I went over it to see if I could already check off some books. About ten down only 380 some more to go!
The two more dreaded words in an author’s world are writer’s block, or otherwise known as when our imaginary friends stop talking to us. I’ve been pretty fortunate lately. Even on days when I really didn’t feel like writing, I could without too much trouble and once I got into the groove of things, it all turned out pretty well. Alas, I should have known that could not always be so easy. The WB monster has finally caught up with me.
Yesterday I could not for the life of me even get a single….I repeat single word out. I rewrote a paragraph four times, often stumbling after two sentences. I had to face the realization that yesterday was not going to be a writing day. But in order to not feel like an utter failure, I managed to pound out a small scene. Hey at least it was something. With my work abandoned what was I to do with the rest of my day? I must remind you, that I’m on summer break so I have then entire day to do whatever I wish….
I’m not ashamed to confess that I wandered around my house for probably a good ten minutes until I figured out what to do. In case you didn’t know, in addition to writing, I also like to do crafts and whatnot. But most of my projects tend to fall by the wayside. I stared at the fabric my aunt bought for me. When she saw it, she thought of me. I had intended to turn it into a couple of throw pillows. I had even gotten fluff for it. Well since I wasn’t writing, then I guess I would sew. The pillows turned out pretty cute, although I’m not completely finished yet. I’m still debating on whether or not to add a button in the middle. But cute either way.
Well that led to one craft after another. I did get caught up on a couple of project, so I guess that writer’s block can be ok…..sometimes.
This past fourth, my husband and I made the trek up to New Jersey to spend a week with his family. His grandma had flown in from Russian and that was the first time she had seem my hubby since he left 13 yrs ago. It was a fun trip. I would have more but the other pics are under my hubby’s google account and I cant’ remember the password.
I’m a little scared of heights but love Ferris wheels
As an aspiring author, especially a self published one, finding the way to get our book(s) in to the hands of readers is a challenge. I look at New York Times best sellers and #1 indie author’s and wonder just how in the world they manage to pull it off. I mean which god did they sacrifice to in order to get their books into enough people’s hands that they climbed to the top of one of the hardest ladders to climb?
There is a point to this rant I promise.
As I near completion of my third book Time of Prophecy which is also the last book in the Lost Guardian series, I’m wracking my brain over how to generate more interest in my novels. Well I delved into the trusty internet in search of an answer. Now, I’ve always wanted to be a brick and mortar author not really a digital author, like I am now. So I found a sweet local book store that prided themselves on supporting indie authors. If I lived in a cartoon world, my eyes would have turned into hearts. Sadly, it was not to be. But hey, rejection is an unfortunate aspect of this industry.
I went home and cried for a bit. I’m not going to lie. However, I refuse to give in. Plus it wasn’t like they didn’t want to help. They just didn’t like the venue that I use to publish my books. They can’t make money off it, I get it, they have to run a business too. They told me about some other companies I could use and they said that if I choose to use them then they would love to carry my novels.
Silver lining people. Perhaps it’s time to change up game and follow the advice of Miss Talyor Swift and shake it off! Later people!
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.