Today, I have exciting news to share.
A few months ago I was looking around trying to find a publisher for my kitty cat story. It’s about a nice couple who fall in love and get married. Only to find that they are cursed. It’s up to Fhina, our beautiful Siberian Tiger shifter to figure out how to break both curses. A cute shifter romance with a lot of humor in it.
Being that it wasn’t your normal everyday romance, I was a little bit leery about it’s chances at being accepted in this big wide world of publishing.
So, I searched for a publisher. I found one that was currently seeking stories for an Anthology. Naturally, I thought of my kitty story and sent it in. This weekend, to my great surprise, I got my answer. My very own short story, Purr-fect Mating, has been accepted by Roane Publishing.
I’ll be sharing more information with you as I get it but until then, i’ll leave you with this picture of my own kitty. Summer might not be a real Siberian Tiger, but she is a sweety.
It’s no secret. I level up well.
Confused? Don’t be. I meant; at 46, (47 next week) I have no fear of another digit. I’ve earned every ache and pain, every added wrinkle and every extra pound.
Why all this talk about birthday’s? I got a phone call today. A call that most people my age group do not receive. My grandma called to wish me a happy birthday. She is the woman who gave us the values we have now. She is an example in our family of how to “do things right.” With her funny phrases, “now we’re cooking with gas,” and her forgiving ways, “you threw out the potato’s. I was making salad for you kids tomorrow. I guess we’ll have something else.”
She is the one we look up to, the one we aspire to be like. So, next week might be my birthday, but really, it’s a thank you to those who came before me, a thank you to my grandmother. A person who still remembers it stormed so bad the week I was born, the electricity was out for over two weeks.
She cared enough to give myself and my sisters the values our parents did not, or could not, do on their own.
Thank you, Grandma.
“Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life, but define yourself.” Harvey S. Firestone
Bullying affects all of us whether we are two or ten or fifty. I’ve seen people in their nineties treated with massive disrespect. I’ve seen family members treat their children as if they were less than the dust under their bed. Whether it’s a family member or a co-worker or that kid down the street. Never let a bully take up rent inside your head.
You deserve better than that.
I’m that person.
You know the one. I trip over the dog, the cat. Miniscule pieces of fluff. I forget to put out the cat food and only seem to remember when my little furry friends are glaring at me from their position near their food bowls. My list of “problems to conquer,” is huge. So how does that qualify me for writing a book, a series?
It does because the more I make my brain work, the more creative I get. I’ll never be blessed with a hard drive memory, and I’m okay with that. Do I still try to recall everything possible? You betcha!
Will I continue writing even if it takes me a few years longer than anyone else? Of course! Why? Because to get the job done I have to keep trying, striving ever forward despite the obstacles.
To make your goal come true, you have to push forward. So take that step, stretch out your hand and I’ll be here by your side cheering you on.
Deadlines are very important to writers. As important say as getting that report done for the boss by noon. Blogs, edits, etc. all have date and time stamps we need to abide by. So with Deadlines on my mind, I was reading a Facebook post the other day. Don’t judge. Frittering away time is a writer’s right! The writer posted simply, “1h/1k.”
I gave it some thought and then jumped aboard. In for an hour and 1 thousand words. They were the first words I’d actually written (not edited) in over a week. A very simple, elegant concept just set a timer and scribble.
As a veteran of NANOWRIMO National November Writing Month I’ve applied this concept on a nightly basis for a month to get my words in. My usual goal for Nanowrimo is 2k by bedtime.
Oh sure, I keep a To-Do list for my various projects but what if I expanded it. Like putting a date and times on those? Could I get them done more efficiently, perhaps even faster? Would it give me more time to be creative? To button up a project or two that’s still lying around the house? This week I thought I’d try a new project. A simple spreadsheet for keeping track of my time after work. Nothing fancy, just a little test to see if I can make one area of my life a little more efficient.
Do you think it would work? Is there an area in your life you could tighten up a little? What projects do you want to get off the backburner and into the “fire?” Share, I’d love to know as well!
Every once in a while, a cover comes along that just takes your breath away! And you just have to say to yourself WOW. Now that is amazing! I present to you…….
To be published February 14, 2014
Liberators of gold from the British on the high seas, Aedan ó Loinsigh and his brother have never shied away from a challenge on the open waters. Aedan’s only tie to solid ground is the lovely Kaitlin who possesses him like no other. When the brothers are captured and awaiting execution, a mysterious man offers to free them if they pay off their debt aboard his ship. The brothers waste no time in agreeing to the proposal only to find their new lives are not much better than those of slaves. Desperate to reach Kaitlin again, Aedan must figure out a way to save not only the other indentured servants aboard the ship but get back to his true love. Salvation could come at a price. One that Aedan will have to live with for the rest of his life.
Leap of faith.
Writing is a leap of faith. From the very act of placing pen to paper or fingers to the keyboard a writer takes a leap of faith. Assuming before you start that you will have that magical beginning, middle and end. You jump into that beyond. Leaping I find, means so many different things to different people.
To a writer, leaping often means becoming published, or completing a story. To others, it might mean cleaning out that closet or looking for a new job.
Leaping into that unknown, into the fire is scary. The road twists and turns and the bugbears are huge but if you allow it. If you go into the world with your eyes wide open you can find that the path is not as scary as you thought. Often we allow the world to scare us away from what we want to do.
Have you taken a leap of faith lately? If so, with what? Did you learn a new language, get a new job, take a new jogging path? How did it work out for you?