Celebration? #IWSG

IWSG Question of the Day: How do you celebrate when you achieve a writing goal / finish a story?

As much as I would like to, I’m usually neck deep in the next book when one releases. And my track record for post NaNoWriMo has been horrid. Something always goes wrong in life and then I’m dealing with that as the challenge ends. Don’t exactly feel like celebrating after that.

Besides, I’m already reading through my word vomit to see what came out.

I really do want to have some type of little “hey, it’s done” type of celebration, but besides the fact that things have not worked out in my favor, I don’t know what. Go for a nice meal? Take a day trip somewhere? Treat myself to something nice?

It’s like with the meet this weekend (that I’m kind of being dragged kicking and screaming to). My anxiety levels for this are at an all time high, and if I make it through I’d love to celebrate with my teammates. However, I’m traveling to Southern New England at the end of the month so it’s questionable if it’s feasible between saving up and work I need to get done. That and the child has a game soon after I’m done.

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Distracted #IWSG

Usually I can focus down on a project and work on it for a while, but after getting through one round of revisions on book 3 during Camp NaNoWriMo I got distracted by other side projects.

These side projects are helpful because for me it fills in the gaps that the reader won’t see and if it’s something that can come back in later, cool. If not, I know what those people were doing at the time. Maybe I’ll have something I can share later.

I just feel a little guilty for not focusing fully on the current major project. I guess it gives me something else to do instead of pacing nervously as Shattered Illusions gets closer to release.

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A belated thank you

A belated thank you to everyone who stopped by and said hi at Rediscovered Books this weekend. There are still signed copies of Twisted Magics on sale there. I also want to thank the folks at Rediscovered – they are the nicest, sweetest people who have a huge passion for books.

And my daughter might be mad at me for not bringing her back a book, but she would have been more annoyed at not getting to pick it out herself. I see another trip down there in the near future.

2017-03-09 10.27.24As for my delay with this post, things kind of went sideways recently. Earlier in the week my daughter’s preschool cancelled for the rest of the year without warning so I’ve been in a bit of a scramble to figure out what to do to fill that void. And I thought kindergarten registration this afternoon (yikes!) was going to be my weird point for the week.

Trying to figure out a new routine now, but still holding onto what we can.  I’m still staying on target for an early summer release for Shattered Illusions. Still trying to teach her the basics of archery. Thankfully she’s happy with just the block for now.

It’s been a long time since I taught archery – I think it’s as much of a reminder for me as it’s lessons for her. Haven’t broken my own bow out yet since I need to focus on her while we’re there.

Guess we’ll just have to roll with what we’ve been dealt and see where it takes us.

Reopening Closed Doors


As 2016 rolls to a close, the thought of attempting a New Year’s Resolution or two does cross my mind. Except I’m absolutely horrible at keeping them. To the point if I don’t want something to get done, I might as well make it a resolution.

Not to mention with everything that has happened in the past year, I’ve had a lot to reflect on, which might be as much of a waste of my time as making a resolution. I try not to get too personal here since even the people closest to me have a hard time knowing what goes through my head. I tend to keep a lot to myself.

One thing I’ve been working on coming to terms with is the sheer number of doors which were closed on me over the course of my life so far. The ones especially closed by someone who continued to tell me that they would never close doors on me like their mother did to them. Why didn’t I fight it or shoulder my way through? I can’t give any kind of solid answer to that. Trust? Accepting this is how life was? The belief that I would never get anywhere going through that door? I’m not sure, but does it matter at this point?

While some doors are permanently locked, others are not and it’s time I started opening some now that those shackles are removed (this is a topic for another time). Sure, some will be dead ends, but I won’t know until I try.


So I’m going to try for 2 relatively simple doors: 1 of something I’ve wanted to learn and 1 of something I want to revisit. For me in the above picture, the violin will be my something new and I will be revisiting archery. What I need to remind myself is that neither of these need to be accomplished in the first few months of the year and I’m also not limited to just these 2 – I can open other doors at my leisure or as opportunities arise. I also need to remind myself that I won’t be perfect to start (pretty sure my attempts at playing will sound like a tortured cat, hence the electric violin…besides, research XD) and despite growing up shooting (competition), I have spent far too many years with barely touching my bow and I will need to relearn skills which were once second nature.


I didn’t know I needed this quote until I saw it and it fits one of the many reasons why I hesitate to try something new.

Anyone current with compounds is probably looking at my Oasis like it’s an ancient piece of technology, but it works. Yes, I prefer to shoot pins and fingers – don’t give me a release, I hated it when I tried. I’ll upgrade my sights and sight window eventually.

I guess these could be considered resolutions of some sort, but I’d rather not attach that tag since there is no concrete goal here. With any luck, I’ll be able to start moving past the regrets and fully engage in the current.

What just happened?

IMG_2979.JPGIt’s been a pretty busy time period. Little one started preschool. Needing to get her signed up for her other activities such as dance class. The hot air balloon festival (the picture is actually from last year’s festival – haven’t even downloaded the ones from this year yet never mind edited them). Husband’s extended family members in town who want to do a quilt-a-thon. And it goes on.

Needless to say my writing time has been limited lately.

Preschool…well, I am grateful for a drama-free drop-off. She was like “bye!” and happily went into the classroom even though she was the first one there. I’m left just standing there wondering where my shy little girl went.

While she’s there I’ve been trying to get some stuff done. Finish up the changes I need to make before going into beta. Updating other files. Figure I can really get to work on those side stories I want to post here. Just got to get used to all the new things.

Hit the ground running

I don’t talk much of non-writing things here. Perhaps I’m simply not that interesting. I certainly have other interests, but those things have taken a backseat lately.

The past week or so has been hectic between my meetings, my husband’s meetings, and our daughter’s activities/events. She had her dress rehearsal a week ago and then her dance performance the next day. I’d post a picture, but I don’t want to give anyone cavities. Just imagine a half a dozen 3 and (recently turned) 4 year olds trying to stay coordinated enough to dance to “You Are My Sunshine.” And singing along with it.

She’s had other events also, but that was the big one. The one that came with the sparkly yellow dance dress and a tiara. The rest of the month is winding down, but I’m wondering what the next year will hold as I gear up for her birthday next month.

Maybe I’ll finally get some reading in soon? If I can stop editing in my limited time.

Sick house

I’m still kicking myself for being so sick yesterday that I could barely function. My husband had to stay home and take our daughter to her appointment. Poor thing has an ear infection in both ears. Apparently she tripped and fell in the parking lot at the doctor’s office and skinned her knee.

Except she was more upset about tearing her tights. She’s the oddest combination of girlie-girl and tomboy. Priorities of a 3-year-old? I promised her this weekend we would go get her some new tights and she’s begging for green and blue ones (the set torn were black).

I’m just glad that it seems she’s outgrown the febrile seizures. Plus she’s old enough to be able to tell us clearly what hurts.

Though shortly after taking her medication last night, she was bounding up and down the house. This kid doesn’t let much slow her down. Her story about tripping and falling is getting ever more elaborate.

As for me, I’m trying to get back to work, but I can’t seem to focus. Probably not the best idea to be editing, but I feel really bad about missing yesterday and I’m feeling the deadlines looming ever closer. So much to do and so little time…