Silly Things Make Me Happy

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A few weeks back, I received a message saying that someone saw my first novel listed at the local library. I totally forgot to go look it up, until yesterday.

You see, I logged onto one of my sites to see a copy of book 1 purchased. This triggered the memory, and I went onto the library website to see that it indeed was being picked up by them. It is not available to be lent out just yet, but should be soon. This had me wondering so I looked up the other three, and low and behold, there they were. Each of the four libraries is going to be carrying one of the novels.

I freaked out. It is awesome to have libraries, especially local ones, carry your work. I know one in Edmonton has them, but was not aware the local library was bringing them in. Had I known, I would have donated a set to them.

Some people asked me why I didn’t just go to them, and request they be brought in. Well, that just isn’t me. What I did do was ask anyone who used the library to put in a request. Guess they did! I know they are print copies, and am not certain if they are going to carry the eBook versions. I do have them listed as free for libraries, but have no idea if that is only in the USA, or if it’s all over.

I have put out there four copies of book 1 in those little libraries. There are tons scattered around here, so I felt it was the least I could do. I can’t do much, but try and do little things for my city.

So again, I wish to say Thank You to the Thunder Bay Public Library. I am overjoyed for this.

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It’s Going To Be A Long Winter

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Once again the snow is attempting to grace us. The next few days we should get a bit of a dusting, but who knows if it will stay. The temperature is dropping a little more each day, and more people begin to stay inside their cozy homes.

My job allows me to enjoy the days growing quieter. More often I watch the fallen leaves flow by on the winds, instead of watching for people. There is no need in the mid-afternoon. Of late, my thoughts dwell in unhappy places, so it is nice to get out and let nature bring harmony to my mind.

Too many things going on, and I can only control a few. It is 100% my fault that my latest novel is so far behind. Due to recent events in life, I doubt I will be getting back on track any time soon. As snow is inevitable in my area of the world, so is life taking dark turns.

I try to find solace in my fantasy world. Most days, all I need to do is write something happy, and it changes my outlook. Others need a little more, so I take to nature, and the perfection it is, to draw the dark thoughts away.

It isn’t working so well today, so here I am, attempting to bring light to my sad soul. Perhaps the magic within the snow will help.

Speak To The Night…It Listens

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The veil thins.
Do you speak to the night?
Do you hear?

The time is here, to speak with ones gone before, one who were lost, and ones who wish to be found.

Speak to them.

Light a candle, close your eyes, and remember. Think of good times past, and speak to the night. It listens.

Breathe deep, focus, and believe. Your ancestors want to be heard. Dream of them, speak to them, think of them. Do not fear the whispers, they are here to comfort, and to be heard.

Amazing things come with a full moon, and Samhain. This is the time to find yourself, reflect on the past year, and decide what the new one will bring to you.

All Hallow’s Eve
Samhain
New Year’s Eve
Hallowe’en

One speaks to your soul. Embrace it.
I say, blessed be to all.

Speak to the night…it listens

And then it snows…

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Otherwise known as; Musings on a snowy day.

Today we received our first snowfall. It is ridiculously windy, and the snow is wet, but it has arrived! I prefer low wind, and a light dusting for a first snowfall. I must remember to speak with Mother Nature on this.

Some people feel secluded when the first snow comes, especially if they are far from home. I find it makes your heart feel a little lighter if you think about all the happy and amazing things a snowfall brings. Memories abound in my mind when I see snow. (New ones created today when my puppy saw his first snow. Jury is still out on his feelings about it.)

I think about times past. My children all bundled up to go play, myself sliding down my neighbours little hill at camp, and way back when I used to not be chubby and went skiing. Building snowmen, and forts. These things still happen actually, and although I’m certain most people think “I’m too old for that kind of stuff”, I say, you are as old as you want to be. I have pointed out many times that us adults need to spend more time with kids. Winter is no exception!

To me, and my strange imagination, people will describe this event in 2 ways:

The cold, white kiss of death clung to the ground, and refused to give way. I felt it right through to my soul, and wondered if I would ever again know joy and warmth. It is the destroyer of life, and keeps everyone hiding in their homes, praying for warmer, brighter days.

And

As I gazed at the soft, white blanket covering the ground, I felt my heart grow warmer. Hugging the ground with its protecting embrace, I felt joy in knowing that everything was now at rest. Months would go by, and nature would slumber until finally the snow retreated, allowing the cycle to begin again.

Which one do you feel you relate to most? I’m the latter. I apologize for the way I describe things. My imagination likes to run wild, and I find it to be wonderful and odd.

This snowfall comes at a perfect time. Writing, at the moment, is about a wet, misty time of war, with snow hiding on the outskirts. The characters are feeling both those descriptions, and it always helps me get in the mood when the weather outside matches a part I am writing. (now to kill off a popular character)

However you look at this time of year, try and make some light of it all. A little bit of silliness tends to brighten the day. Perhaps, throw a snowball at someone? (make certain it’s a someone who is ok with that kind of thing)

(I should also point out I’m a winter baby. A true one who enjoys snow, and doesn’t mind if the weather gets a bit cold.)

Just One Question

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Just one? Yes, I do get one, over and over. I answered it on my FAQ’s on my website, but still I get asked. It happens in different variations, but it’s still the same thing: Why did you self publish?

Some people like to answer it right after asking. “Is it because you aren’t a good author?” or “Did you get rejected from a real publisher and couldn’t take it?” I get them all. So here I go, yet again answering. This time, however, it will probably come off as a rant.

Why? Well first off; why not? What’s wrong with self published work? Please answer this one for me, because I am at a loss.

I looked into “real” publishing, and found it to be quite a bit of a joke. If you have the money, you can advertise the shit out of your novel, no matter how crappy it is. People seem to overlook the obvious editing errors, all because it was published through a “real” company. They take your work, and tell you what to do, how to promote, and all that other fun stuff. Unless you’ve been around for quite a while, you have little control. I never even tried to send out my novel to publishers. It wasn’t something I was interested in.

Self publishing is an amazing way to go. You learn a hell of a lot about the publishing world, and the stigma attached to indie novels. Personally, the only down side is how much money you need to put into it. Rarely do you see anything back in sales. Not right away at any rate.

I’ve been doing this for a few years now, and am just getting into the promoting side of things. Not wanting to be famous helps me out greatly. If you want that, you will be paying for it. I rely on family and friends, which honestly helps very little, but I still try. Slowly word is spreading of my work, and not in a bad way! Makes me happy to know most people like what they read. One day, I hope this to be my one job. That is my goal.

There are now publishing houses that are specifically for self published writers. It gives them a “real” look, and make the snobby people who look down on it actually read their work. It’s a smart way to go, especially if you are starting out. They offer a lot of help. I finally hired pro-editors for the novel I am working on. It’s seriously expensive, but I feel I can no longer pay what I can for editing. My work suffers for it, and I don’t really learn much that way. Still, no real bad reviews on anything…yet. I’m still waiting.

My next step will be to do some kind of signing thing. I hate the idea of hanging out in a bookstore, and hate readings even more, so I need to come up with something funky. That’s more me. Do a signing at an event (just saw someone do a small one at the farmer’s market) something low key. Again, not that into advertising, but I really need to start!

With all the different options, and help out there, self publishing has come a long way. I will patiently wait for people to start accepting us, and judge us on our work, not on how it was published.

Proud to be indie!

Writing Musings

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I wouldn’t say this will be musings. I will likely be leaning to whining. LOL

It has actually been quite some time since I last posted about the silliness which is my writing life.  October has arrived, and with it I have begun panic mode. I should be well into my rewrites and edits by now, and I haven’t even finished the rough draft. This novel needs to be ready for my editors by January. YIKES!

Somehow, I am blaming this on Vader. I knew having a puppy would take up much of my spare time, especially one who came from a rough beginning. Never did I think he would be causing me to fall so far behind.

You see, he can play, and enjoy himself, but the moment I pull out the laptop and begin to do things, he is in my face. He will even act bad just for the attention. Vader is almost 5 months old, and is getting better, but he still makes it quite difficult to write.I may have a lot of support in my writing endeavor, but no one wants to deal with a hyper, chewing mess. I am the only one who really trains him, therefore, I must put things on hold to keep at it. My editors will understand…HA!

So I will continue to boot up the laptop, and keep the file open for those rare 5 mins I get to write. I really hope I can knock off a hell of a lot of words this week, and have this draft done within 2.

Wish me luck!

 

Rain

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Whether a gentle pitter-patter, or a heavy pour, nothing is as relaxing as rain. This morning I had to stand out in it for an hour and ten minutes. It was a mixture of light, and heavy, causing my pants to become soaked. How on earth could one find that relaxing?

I’m odd like that. My feet were wet and cold. My hands going numb, yet it was strangely soothing. Most of the kids I saw weren’t wearing rain boots, a sad sight. How can they possibly enjoy stomping through puddles without the proper gear? It’s little things like these which make me curious as to the future of mankind.

Rain has a tendency to wash things away. A little bit of dirt off my sidewalk, or chalk drawings. You can view it as a sad state of affairs, or that it’s just mother nature erasing the old to make way for new and wonderful things.

Although the rain can cause some to ache, and others to get a chill which feels like sticking around, I try to see the positive side. Warm beverages to keep your insides going. Changing into warm socks after taking off wet ones is a favourite thing for me. (yes I am weird..thank you for noticing) Snuggling up under a blanket is a rare and joyous time, especially now that I have Vader to investigate my every move.

With all things, your perspective determines much. Try not to dwell on the negative for too long, or you might only be able to see bad days, where there are amazing ones.