Not All Who Wander Are Lost

You know, I had several bog ideas this past two months. I did. I really did. To quote Shakespeare, "Tis gone, tis gone..." The best laid plans, right? I've been writing and working and working out this past couple of month. My daughter started guitar lessons and we still have karate and art club and now glee choir on top of my own committees and commitments, so life has been a little packed and the blog has suffered as a result. But that's all to the good. As I tell my students, you can't write the great American novel without having lived the great American life. I don't have a great American life. I'm no Hemingway or Twain, but I've got a good little life. We also got a puppy. His name is Magnus, after Magnus Chase of Rich Riordan fame. The daughter and I read book one together last summer on our Walt Disney World trip and she loved the name. My husband looked at me a little strangely, but went with it. Now, the name fits. Interesting the way that

It was a great idea--a little novella, no more than sixty to eighty pages--wham, bam and we have another publishing credit under out belt. Yeah. Cocky much? Apparently so. That little idea morphed on me. It's going to be good, but it's in that part of a book that you drag yourself through. I don't know about you, but 20,000 words is my Achilles heel. I'm flying until then and next thing I know, I hit that word count and SPLAT!! Smashed to bits, the wreckage of ideas floating around me. I know what I have to do. I know I have to get my inner lazy teen to just sit down, focus and plow through. Once I get the story to the half way mark--usually around 30,000 to 35,000 words I'm golden. I can see that long slide to "The End." It's the uphill climb I dread. Ironically, it reminds me a lot of the plot map I'm poun--er, refreshing the memory of--in classes this past month. I'm excited to start a new project, so the new setting, the new characters,

I'm at t-minus three days and counting to starting the new school year. It wasn't as prolific a summer as I'd hoped. I had great big plans. I was going to finish up FLAMES OF THE FALLEN and make a huge dent in REDEMPTION OF THE FALLEN. Yeah. No. Flames got a little out of control--ha! No pun intended. So, it's the next book I'm working on. I think. It was supposed to be another novella like SHADES OF THE FALLEN. However, I had a brainstorm and it's growing up before my eyes. Ah well. I also really enjoyed my summer. We went to Florida for two weeks and I got to spend a ton of time in Walt Disney World, which is one of my favorite places in the universe. My dream is to some day be able to be a snow bird. That requires selling a lot more books. Is it funny that I can't seem to concentrate on anything this week? This is my 20th year in the classroom and some things never change. I never can the week school starts. I start thinking about everything I need to

Usually, I'm of the opinion that any publicity is good publicity. However, I'm a little bit annoyed at the moment. I've spent the last hour looking up my own books online. I've found five websites where you can download my books for free. I sent three cease and desist emails to get them removed. The fourth I can't find any contact information at all and the fifth one is the one that really peeved me. First of all, in order to have my copyrighted material removed I have to provide the specific download links they have, must send it from a company email (yahoo, gmail, etc will be rejected) and then prove it's my work. PROVE IT'S MY WORK!!! Yeah, that last part is the one that burns me. How the hell do I prove it's my work. Show them the agonizing screen shots of a work in progress? Show them a link to the publisher's page where my picture and my name are right there? I've been published since RIBBONS OF MOONLIGHT, I think that was 2008. I'v

I can't do anything half way. Ask anyone who knows me well. I'm kind of an all or nothing kind of person. I either love something or don't care about it at all. I either commit to a frightening degree or I will avoid, avoid, avoid... About two months ago I decided that I needed to do something to get healthier. I was running up the stairs at work and was winded. Well, that's not good. So, I start trying to figure out what I can do. I stumbled across an ad on my Facebook feed--posted there by a union friend of mine--that a local gym was offering a six week weight loss challenge.  I thought about it. I scoured every inch of the gym's website. Twice. I looked up their classes. Then I looked up what the heck Tabata was because I've never heard of it. I talked to Brian and then I pulled the trigger. So, yeah. That's where I've been these past two months. Oh, and finishing up the school year which anyone knows--8th graders in May? Not pretty.  So, I sta

You know what they say about the road to hell, right? Well, my daughter's new school, just like the old one, has an auction as their big fundraiser. Every family is required to either donate something to the auction or they're "asked" to purchase a certain amount of raffle tickets. Well, I thought I had a great idea for a unique raffle item. I'm working on a summer solstice novella. Though, if the beginning is any indication it won't be short enough to fit into the anthology and I'll look to publish it on its own. Anyway, that's not the point. I figured since I was working on it now, I would auction off the opportunity to create a character. I created a character sheet, gave a copy of book one, so they could see what they were getting into. I figured there are going to be hundreds of people at this thing. Someone will think this is a good idea and think it's kind of neat to be able to create a character. Well, my grand notion got exactly two bids

Whoa. It's been a while, hasn't it? I have no excuses. There have been multiple times during the last couple of months that I've thought--I really need to do another blog. Then I just didn't. Don't know why. I don't know if there were just a mental block or pure bone-deep laziness. Maybe a combination of both. I read something both disturbing and interesting yesterday. A writing acquaintance of mine put out on her blog that she was retiring. She loved to write, loved to create worlds and characters, but no matter that, she was tired. Tired of piracy that robbed her of her minute royalties and tired of feeling like she was talking to the same three or four people who interacted with her various pages. I admit, it's daunting. I've thought about it myself. Perhaps that's a little of what was behind my blog neglect. If I didn't do a blog who was really going to notice? I'm a few days away from a new book going live. FIRST OF THE FALLEN--the n