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.

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!

 

Knowing Things

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One thing about writing, you need to know things. You always hear ‘write what you know’. Everyone appears to know stuff. I, however, do not.

It’s a sad state of affairs, knowing nothing, but I make it work. I go around, pretending to know things, and so far I’m pretty certain I’ve faked out everyone. So shhhh.

My writings are fantasies, dreams, and from the imagination of children. Magic, fairies, dragons, all things I know nothing about. Guess that’s what makes this writing gig so much fun!

I believe in magic. Just look around, and you can find it in so many places. My beliefs are based on the earth I walk on, barefoot. I close my eyes, and hear fairies calling. They like to dance about the yard, which is why you see dandelion seeds float about, where there isn’t a wisp of wind to be felt. These things I feel with my heart and soul, but I know nothing about them.

Well, I guess I know some stuff. I know my imagination is a tad weird, and my way of thinking is as well. I know people tend to wonder about me, and of how I think. They don’t appear to get my meanings, and I often confuse them. I also know that is their problem, not mine.

So now I end this little post, and wonder if I can find the time to write, and perhaps, know some new things. One can only hope!

A Musing

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A monarch keeps flitting about my yard. It has avoided the many birds swooping through, and brings a smile to my face. I have milkweed, but it appears the few little ones which hatched have succumbed to the circle of life.

Silly little things like this inspire me. In my latest novel, in the middle of a battle, which the good guys are losing, a lone butterfly will flutter past the disheartened soldiers, giving them a small glimmer of hope.

Another way I am being inspired lately, is my new puppy.

This is Vader. (Darth Bob Vader if you ask my youngest and my dad) He didn’t have a great start to life, but he is learning. Nibbling on everything, and half listening, are my daily experiences. Such is the way of a puppy.

Vader makes me have to sit in the grass more often, and remember how to play. He sort of gets fetch, and it makes me smile when he understands what is going on. At almost 12 weeks, he is coming along great.

Have you ever watched a puppy play? With Vader it’s rough and tumble, running like mad, and interesting wipe outs. I laugh, want to beat, am exhausted regularly, and loving it all. He gives me ideas at how certain species should fight in my little war. Quick strikes, fighting hand to hand in a rough and tumble way, and failing to succeed some of the time. But learning. It’s still morning, and he has shown me so much already.

No matter what muse has bit you, don’t sell anything short. If you look, you will find inspiration is all around you.