Saturday, May 16, 2015

Puppy, My Puppy...you've killed me

I am dead...or at least dead from exhaustion. We have a new puppy. Not just any old new puppy, we have a (now) 10-week old Great Pyrenees puppy. They are cute, adorable, super soft and full of that sweet puppy breath smell that makes them so lovable.But, they are also hyperintelligent, independent thinkers and stubborn. Oh, so very stubborn!

The only reason that this has anything to do with writing is that she seems to know when I'm sitting down to write. It doesn't matter what chair I sit in, if I have a laptop or some random notebook, it doesn't even matter if she was sound asleep and the only movement I made was to pick up a pencil (so I don't have to click a pen). She's up and demanding attention.

It also might not be so bad if I was younger, had  better knees, a 20-year old back, or no job so I could sleep when she does. The larger problem are the characters in my head who are all doting  over her and asking if she can be in their books too. While it would be fun to include this particular dog breed in all my books as some kind of "Easter egg", I don't really think it will work. So now they're all calling dibs, arguing over who has the best reason to have her in their story lines, all while dropping new plots, dialogue and characters in my head.

I know the puppy stage will only last for about 6-9 months, when the chewing will hopefully end and she'll sleep through the night. Unfortunately I can't say the same about the people in my head who've been there for years and so no signs of leaving until I write all the stories they have.

For those who've never seen one of these pups, here's a picture for you.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Jumping into Spring by Temple Hogan

Trees wave their tender new leaves, birds dart around as if reacquainting themselves after a winter in Florida or further South. Plants timidly stick their heads above ground. Soft bellied middle-aged suburbanites poke their heads out their doors regretfully. No more spending a snowy day snuggled before the fire with the television or computer on. No more indulging on big bowls of hot home made soup and bread. No more popcorn evenings.
Spring is nice, but with it comes all sorts of responsibilities. We have to rake the flower beds and mow the grass and if you're lucky enough to live on a lake, rebuild the sea wall and put out the dock and have the boat delivered from storage. You have to clean away the lazy comfort of winter hazed windows and dusty corners, especially in your mind. You have to 'unhibernate'.
You have to finish that book that you've told yourself all winter you were brainstorming in your head. Yeah, right!
So the moment has come! No more procrastination. You plant yourself in front of the computer, not to play word with your friends, but to work! You reread what you've started, fearful it's totally all bad and are surprised and gratified that some of it's salvageable. Should be a snap to get it finished, but you have patio furniture to clean, flower pots to plant, a garden to rototiller and vegetables to put in and all of it has to be done now!
You do it all, because you're still practicing to be a super woman. You make gallons of potato salad because your husband loves yours best, you boil dozens of ears of corn, help grandkids roast a million marshmallows, (you're the 'smores queen of the neighborhood), grill hundreds of brats, skewer the same number of hot dogs, (a black greasey cloud rises from our back yard daily), and wash enough beach towels every day that could service a spa. And it all started with spring!
You have another book due in four months. You're not going to procrastinate, you tell yourself. You're not going to let anything distract you. You're getting ahead of the game, but at the end of spring and summer, when people pack up their clean beach towels and return to their peaceful abodes, you collapse in your patio chair, place your feet on another, hook your arms over the chair arms to hold you in place and stare out at the world with a blank gaze and drool running down your chin. You long for winter. Maybe by spring you'll be able to write again. Maybe not.

Friday, May 1, 2015

RONE Award Nomination

by Patricia Kiyono

It’s the first of the month, which means that it’s my turn to blog here! I’ve been terribly unreliable during the last year, despite reminders on my calendar. I wonder why? Normally I’m quite diligent about my commitments. But writing in general has been a struggle lately. Fortunately, I have some awesome news to share, and I even remembered in time to post here!
My novella Searching for Lady Luck has been nominated for a RONE Award. RONE stands for Reward of Novel Excellence and it’s presented by InD’Tale Magazine for “Spotlighting the very best and rewarding excellence in the Indie and Small Publishing Industry.”  In other words, books like mine, published by small, primarily ebook publishing houses.

To be nominated for a RONE Award, a book needs to be reviewed by an InD’Tale reviewer during the previous year and receive four or five stars. Voting takes place online in small chunks, with different categories. The novella category is up for votes May 4 through 10, so I’ll be asking for your votes through the GRRWG loop as well as on Facebook! This is the same book that won Cover of the Month earlier this year, and it’s one of my favorites. I’m so glad it’s getting this awesome recognition!
Click on the cover to read more!