Wishing I was here and winter was still around the corner and down the block. The rain thickened into snow as I drove south this morning. Ugh! I have a strong desire to fill my cheeks with nuts and burrow into a nest of quilts. But there’s still work to be done, final revisions and cover designs.
A Tweet the other day stimulated the use of “virtuous” as a writing prompt. I used it to build a character sketch and uploaded it to an online writing network — one which I highly recommend — for critique and feedback.
The feedback was fairly enthusiastic so I’ve uploaded here. You’ll find it under my “writing” menu, up in the top left corner.
The network I was referring to is http://www.scribophile.com
- Life’s a Balancing Act
Okay! My blog is up and running and I had visitors and … I could spend hours finding more cool widgets and moving the furniture around but … the wind is blowing us a clear sky. Leaves dance in brilliant hues, littering the lawn. Time to let the keyboard chill.
I spent most of the day getting that Facebook button to appear in the bottom left hand corner. I don’t seem to read instructions with any tech-intelligence. Once I’d succeeded I wondered why it had seemed so difficult. I wanna get to the fun stuff – posting some flash fiction, pictures, ideas. Sigh … maybe tomorrow.
Self promotion is easy sitting here in front of a non-judgemental monitor — no eye rolling, no heavy sighs, no seat shifting. Out in the Wide World, not so much. Self-deprecation would be my tendency. But… I am here and unjudged. (so far).
I’m currently under contract with Freisen Press http://friesenpress.com/to publish my latest novel. Probably titled “Journey” though I’ve considered “Saving the Stein” and “Stagyn” — the Nlaka’pamux word meaning “hidden place” — for the title. Cover design and titles are so important to my choosing a book to browse so I must presume the same for others.
What a process it is, getting a book published. Writing it felt authentic and inspired but this is awkward and anxiety driven. I struggle to understand and use social media. Facebook is convoluted. My fingers sweat on the keyboard. Twitter — oh, I am a twit on Twitter. I stare at that little text box as if every possible word reeks of pomposity or pretension. Stay tuned. I might yet conquer my angst and Tweet.