A Not-So-Fond Farewell to 2012

The old adage goes that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. 2012 has been quite hellish, but I don't think all of my good intentions had anything to do with how this past year passed. I've obviously been very MIA, and most of my writing goals for the year (5/7 to be exact) went unrealized. A bunch of crap is to blame, some of it surrounding personal losses, but all of it got blanketed by the fact that I've spent the past year coping with a crazy little thing called depression. Post-partum depression, to be exact.

I'm not sharing this as a dig for sympathy, or as a means to excuse my lack of productivity this year. But I am sharing it because mental illness is real, and it needs to be talked about. And it needs to be treated. I've been very lucky to have a great doctor, and family and friends who have wowed me with their support. Slowly but surely I'm feeling better, and I'm getting my act together enough to make time for writing again. I'm excited to have a much happier and more productive 2013!

In June (was it June?) I did attend the writing workshop with the literary agent, and it was so excellent and encouraging. My pages were randomly drawn from the pile of submissions, and Kristin read them and gave feedback. Of the maybe 30 excerpts she read during the workshop, mine was one of only three that she said she would consider reading on past the first two pages. Not going to lie, that felt AMAZING.

But then I couldn't get my mojo together to keep at it and send her the partial that she requested from those of us she said she wanted to read more of. CLEARLY, acting upon this is my one and only goal for 2013.

I did attempt NaNoWriMo this past November. I was hoping that the competition and camaraderie of the event would rekindle my writing productivity, but I was obviously delusional thinking it was a wise thing to attempt while still messing around with medication dosages and traveling for 2 weeks out of the month to boot. Needless to say, a win did not happen this year. But I did get around 12K words written (remember that SNI I blogged about way back when that was inspired by a nightmare I had? That's what I drafted for NaNo.), which is pretty darned good, all things considered. I have decided, though, to put this story aside for the time being and get my act together and finish the original WIP.

So, that's my completely lame 2012 year in writing. Bah.



Fingers crossed 2013 does a 180 from the epic fail that 2012 has been in general.



Cheers, everyone!

Rheana

Admit it, you thought I died.

And the truth is, I kind of did.

Life has taken a big ol' bite out of me these past few months, and I'm just now in a spot to get my head above water. It feels nice to be seeing the brighter side of life again.

Even though things have been rough, I do have positive things to report. I've met one of those goals I set for myself at the beginning of the year! I'm only pointing this out because I realize I'm failing miserably at at least one of my other goals (namely, ahem, blogging regularly) and I need some cheerleading.



(Unrelated: why do all the good gifs seem to come from Glee?)

But I digress. The goal I'm about to cross off the list is attending a writer's workshop. A local friend who is also working hard at this writing thing told me we had to go to the Lighthouse Writers Workshop Book Fair together. I agreed. Then dug around the workshops being offered for Lit Fest and stumbled across this little ditty: https://lighthousewriters.org/workshop/detail/id/587/

I promptly swallowed my fear and paid for a spot. Then made my friend sign up, too. Then proceeded to hyperventilate.



(Sheldon is actually probably even more awesome than Glee. Hooray for TBBT!)

My m/s is still very much a work in progress. But signing up for this critique was just what I needed to kick me back into gear. The result is that in the past week I've made more progress on my novel than I have in the past year or so. WAY MORE.

Which is shameful. But the truth.

Revisions/edits are proving to be rough. I'm finding huge sections of story that can be completely eliminated for various reasons (mostly because I wrote a crap-ton of scenes that do nothing to advance the plot) and I've got some decent drafting to fill in some holes ahead of me. Apparently, I don't like to describe ANYTHING. This is a problem, natch.

But, you guys, my hubs has been so dang supportive. He wants to see me finish this thing and take it as far as I can as I do. Having his support means more than I can say.

Even if the agent hates what I submit, the feedback is going to be insanely valuable. Likewise for the insight she'll give on other workshoppers' submissions. This is too good of an opportunity to pass up, and I'll be damned if I let my procrastination and self-doubt squash my dream any longer.

(And I might as well admit it - along with the nerves, I've been semi-indulging in wild fantasies of Kristin reading my pages and demanding a full.

 

So I want my m/s much closer to being at that stage than it obviously is now. Hey, a girl should have dreams. Even if they're WAY OUT THERE.)

Now, back to work!

Cheers,

Rheana

HORRORS!

Literally.

Night before last I spent basically the entire night trapped in a gory nightmare. Yuck. The good news, though, is that once I finally managed to wake myself up, I realized this dream actually was fodder for a story idea - one that would fit into a dystopian-slash-horror genre really nicely. I know this is oh-so-Stephenie-Meyer, but the truth is that good ideas are good ideas, and if a sparkly vampire can be a good idea, then I think my dream idea just might have some merit, too.

I've been blocked and made little progress on the WIP lately, but yesterday morning I sat down and just brainstormed and wrote out what I remembered from the dream and yielded almost 2K words on the idea. It's an exciting idea, but as much as I'm tempted, I absolutely won't be abandoning the WIP (seriously, that damn book needs a title already) to work on this Sexy New Idea. As much as I want to. And I REALLY want to. But I won't. BUT I WANT TO.

Which just means I need to finish up the damn WIP already, give it a title, and then move onwards. I'll keep the Sexy New Idea file open so I can jot ideas down into it as they come to me.

Oh, and speaking of productivity on the WIP, I just downloaded Mac Freedom onto my laptop. I simply need to stop wasting so much time online and get my ish together and WRITE DAMNIT!

Cheers,

Rheana

Challenge Update

So? How did the weekend mini writing challenge go?

Despite a crazy full weekend of work that exhausted me, I managed around 250 new words, and I got some more outlining on my beat sheet done.

The (wee) challenge

So today one of the amazing gals in my writing group (all of whom I fully intend to introduce here on the blog and get linked to very, very soon) sent out a mini-challenge. A lot of us have been languishing in our "GET THE WORDS OUT, DAMMIT!!" attempts as of late, so the gauntlet has been thrown. It's not a massive challenge, but the perfect baby steps to get us all back into the swing of things.

Her challenge is to get something, anything, written this weekend so that we all have something to report/share when we do our weekly check-in on Monday. Challenge accepted, ma'am!



(Oh, look, my first blog gif!! Yay, me!!)



But I digress...

I have a weekend packed full of work, but I still plan to get at least one full scene on the WIP written this weekend. I've been wanting to write a really fun, swoony scene involving my FMC and her potential love interest. This seems like the perfect chance to do that! This will be me:



(Ok, I'm done now, I swear!)

Cheers!

Rheana

Its Time To Get Things Started

I kind of have a thing for The Muppets. So much so that I refer to my children in the online world by names of OG Muppets. Since I've already mentioned them a few times here on the blog, I figured some back story and an introduction was in order.

It all started way back in 2007 when I was expecting my first baby. His due date was leap day, and some gals from an online message board I had belonged to at the time took to calling him Kermit (leap day --> leap frog --> Kermit the frog is a natural progression of assumption, right? RIGHT?) and it just always stuck. Even IRL people got in on the action - to this day my own mother sometimes calls my son Kermie as a nickname.

Kermie is almost 4 (we're seriously counting the sleeps until his birthday over here), very bright, obsessed with playing online games on Nick Jr and PBS Kids, talks non-stop, lives for getting to build stuff with his daddy, and loves to read just as much as I do. He's also turning into a gifted fibber. Combine that with his smarts, and this one keeps me on my toes. I started this writing thing shortly after he was born, and his late night feedings were how I marked the end of my first NaNoWriMo writing nights.

Once we were expecting baby #2, it was a natural fit to choose another Muppet moniker. Fozzie was the first name to stick, even before we knew whether we were being blessed with another boy or a girl. Ironically, Fozzie is the PERFECT name for our second son. This kid is 2.5 years old and is Mr. Personality. He tells jokes ("Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Cockadoodle apple chicken BEER!"), is always laughing about something, staggers around everywhere with a cup of some kind of liquid in his hands just like a little frat boy, and is just generally very "look at me". He also has zero sense of self-preservation and screams allthedamntime. He will, in short, be the child we lay awake at night wondering if he's actually in his bed, or out on the prowl drinking Red Bull and everclear, knocking up girls, and TPing his principal's house.

My trouble-maker boys:

Sigh. I love them.

Finding a nickname for baby #3 turned out to be tricky. We knew we were having a girl, and girl Muppet names blow. Like, seriously. I'm not calling my girl Miss Piggy, and Janice just isn't fun. So, after much hemming and hawing, we settled on Beaker. He's an awesome character, and even though he's (presumably) a boy, the name works for our little babe.  Beaker is now 9 months old, has the most kissable chubby cheeks ever, eats cheese like it's going out of style, and lights up when her brothers pay attention to her. She also completely sucked the creative mojo out of me while I was pregnant with her, and I'm still struggling to get it back.

A rad hairdo, sassy clothes, and already planning to be a doctor. Is it any wonder I have a massive crush on this girl?

So, those are my babies. They are the joys of my life, and the primary culprits for my lack of time and energy to do anything, let alone write. Some day, some far away day, I will dedicate my first book to them. 

Show, don't tell

(What? Two posts in two days? Yeah, yeah, don't count on this ever again.)

So, yesterday I was killing a few minutes in the car while Fozzie and Beaker were napping while we were waiting for Kermie's playschool to let out. I had the radio tuned to the Oldies station and was once again musing about how offensive it is to me that they now consider 80s music to be the Oldies.  Anyways, on comes the delectable "Raspberry Beret" by Prince. I was smiling and dancing in my seat, singing (quietly) along with the lyrics when I was struck by how one small line summed up so much about the girl he's singing about.

"She walked in through the out door."

SUCH a perfect example of show don't tell in action. It told me a lot about the kind of girl she is, while simultaneously drawing me in to question and wonder to know more about her. It occurs to me that great songs are full of this kind of genius writing (or maybe it's just more obvious to me in this format). I can see why so many authors rely so heavily on their playlists while writing.

This is an aspect of writing I know I personally struggle with and need to work on considerably. Perhaps I need my own raspberry beret to help me retain that frame of mind while writing....