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warm fuzzies

The other day my mom sent me a quote she thought I could relate to. I actually think most writers can relate to it. I love the thought of having this lush, mysterious landscape within our minds.

lovely photo by Adele Beeby

The mind I love must have wild places,

a tangled orchard where dark plums drop in the heavy grass,

photo by snty-tact

an overgrown little wood,

the chance of a snake or two,

a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of

Marshall pond at Redwood National Park


and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.

-Katherine Mansfield.

ALSO

Here are two recent fortunes from fortune cookies (Do I beleive them?? Not really, but it’s fun–right? ;) ) (Yes I save them–sad, I know)::

:) Nothing seems impossible to you :)

(yes the smileys are really there) and::

You will be unusually successful in an entertainment career.

Oh fortune cookie, you say the sweetest things. lol.

I think I need to lay off the Chinese food.

Have a beautiful day!!!

Peace

PS. My sister once got a fortune that said, “Someone will invite you to a karaoke party.” It did not happen.

how to tell if you’ve got an awesome dad

  • reads you stories pretty much every night
  • watches you and your sister’s “plays”
  • watches you and your sister’s “acrobatics routine” on the swingset
  • agrees that swingset is an airship
  • agrees that rubber fishing worm is a pet
  • makes up Victor the Vampire stories for you to illustrate
  • plays Barbies
  • takes you on adventures at parks
  • makes pancakes for dinner when Mom is out of town
  • goes to your first scary zombie (NEVER AGAIN) movie with you
  • writes notes to mean teachers (MRS. WATSON!!)
  • picks out your first cigar
  • gets mad at you when you smoke
  • loves you anyway
  • believes in your dreams
  • listens to you cry when your dreams haven’t come true (YET)
  • prays for you

Yep. I got an awesome dad. On the few nights when he didn’t feel like reading us stories, my sister and I would beg, “Just read us the Bible! Pleeeeeeaaasssee!!” and what parent can turn that down??? lol. We didn’t care what he read, we just wanted him to read to us. Poor dad. Great dad.

And who wouldn’t want to grow up to be a writer when they’re surrounded by stories everyday?

Happy belated Fathers’ Day to all the awesome dads out there.

You make dreams come true just by believing in us and loving us no matter what.

To all the not-awesome dads: step it up.

Peace

from my heart to YOURS

Are you ready for the weekend, my dears????

me too.

Here’s my totally shameless Newspaper Blackout poetry rip-off (molly-fied, of course):::::

Do you know what it means??
I think I do.
I mean, as I was scribbling things out I found a meaning.
I think randomness is rarely as random as it’s meant to be, but I’ll write more on that some other time.

If nothing else, it means enjoy your awesome weekend because every day is a gift to be savored.

xoxo

Peace

p.s. to see my inspiration, visit here: www.austinkleon.com

i NEED your HELP

yeah. that kinda book.

First off, let me be real with you…

  • You are amazing.
  • You are talented.
  • You can write that book and see it on the shelf.
  • You have untapped super-powers. One of which is revision.
  • For the rest of June you are going to be a revising fiend, hit your goal, AND have time for fresh air EVERY DAY.
  • In no way am I projecting my personal ambitions onto you in this list.

No, but seriously. If I didn’t have you guys as readers/supporters/friends, I would be quite sad. Everyday at least one of you comments or blogs something that cheers me up, and everyday I learn something from you.

→♥MWUAH!♥←

(That’s me blowing you a kiss for being awesome.)

Did I mention that I’ve already had tea, maple syrup, and a mocha frappe this morning?????????

Anyways–All of the above are reasons why I need your help. Thanks to Tahereh’s genius and generous contest, I won a gift card to buy some books off Amazon. But here’s the thing. I don’t want just any books.

I want THE BEST BOOKS.

Can you pllllleeeeaaaassssseeeee pretty please recommend some amazing books?????

Not:

“meh. This one was okay. You should check it out.”

We’re talking:

“Oh my freaking goodness this book was spectacular and amazing and I’m in love and I want you to read it. And it transported me to this really fun place and I giggled everytime I got to crack it open because I was so giddy to read it. And it made me cry in a good way NEVER IN A SAD WAY because I know you don’t like to be sad. But this book is my new best friend and you should buy it.”

So if you know something like that, please share.

Have I told you lately that I love you???

Peace

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P. freakin’ S. – you WANT TO/SHOULD/MUST enter my much younger twin’s contest (that doesn’t have to make any sense. Just enter the contest bc it’s AWESOME). click HERE.

snippets of life

Not the lake I was in. Although, I wouldn’t mind visiting. This one is in Poland. I forgot my camera this weekend and deeply regret it.

There are so many reasons I love being a writer.

There are so many reasons I have to be a writer.

You can’t see/feel/experience the things I observe/absorb/do without it spilling out somehow.

In one single weekend:

Canoeing got canceled because the rains raised the river and some guy drowned. (How sad for him and his family. I hope somehow something good comes of it.)

We played in the lake instead. We swam out to the floaty thing that says, “Don’t swim any further!!!” and then jumped off of it and held hands and tried to touch the squishy, murky lake-floor.
My toes will never forget the feeling of cold, foreign mud.
My ears will never forget the pressure and cold of water too deep for
the sun.
My heart will never forget the thrill of, “ohmigosh I could drown,”
along with the comfort of “but I’ve got loved ones
holding on to me–just in case.”

Then, after swimming and gulping lake water for hours, we get out for a picnic (it was charming) and hear some little girls say, “Ewww. A dead body. I just saw it. F#@$!” LITTLE GIRLS. We were like, “What????????” and then we realized they were just playing. NOT FUNNY. AND WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP! well, kinda funny, in a sad way.

Then my grandma explains that they are probably pretending that because people did find a dead body, “over there a couple days ago.” WHY HAVE YOU LET ME SWIM/GULP THIS WATER!!!! blech blech blech. I mean, I know lakes are dirty, and they probably all have dead bodies in them, but I don’t want to be confronted with it!
Gosh, how many things in my life do I know but try to ignore so I can go on oblivious and happy.?.
Also, what’s up with all the dead bodies???

Then we had a wonderful birthday fiesta back at my grandparents’ amazing, cozy, beautiful home in the woods and when they prayed for the food, my family prayed for me, too (since it was my b-day) and brought me to tears, because I don’t know what I would be without their love. Also, because I can be so self-centered and idiotic, and they’ve seen all of my worst sides and they still love me and pray for me. Family is so beautiful.

The next day we went on a ride safari through the woods jungle and surprised some really fast deer gazelles and saw a cow lion. It was amazing! And we went to these old caves where the Native Americans used to hang out and we looked for arrowheads. And my husband is Miami tribe, so he was really excited. We carved our names into a rock and read all the other names, including WESTLEY 1914 (which is one of the inspirations for my MC’s name). And I thought of all the other amazing people who played in the shade of the cave over the centuries.

Then I got home and I found out that one of my friends who shares June 4th as her birthday was hit by a drunk driver Thursday night. The same night I was celebrating an awesome contest win and driving to the lake holding my lovey’s hand.
She’s alive, thank God. with the addition of titanium plates in her face.
Somehow, it doesn’t seem fair, but she’s alive, and I guess that’s the best birthday present you could give either of us.

God, thank you so much for life and love and adventure, and please keep all of my loved ones safe.

Peace

I read FEED

Not the actual bird I saw. BUT CLOSE. This picture is by Steve Jurvetson from Menlo Park, USA

So with the fun holiday weekend and the extra day off work, I kinda forgot Monday was Monday.

OOPS.
my apologies.

But I did see lots of fun things over the weekend.

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Like these redwinged blackbirds that do this weird radar chirp as you get nearer. They’re all over the paths around my apartment, so when I’m walking the dog they go erp……………….erp…………..erp………..erp…..erp…erp erp erp as you get closer and then they bolt away right when you walk by. It was pretty cool.

And then somehow my kissyface dragged me out of bed at like 5:30 in the morning to go fishing. (Don’t worry, I only do catch and release…Kissy wants to eat them, though!! :( ) I caught the first fish and the biggest! I felt like a champ. This huge heron flew right by me and there was all this mist on the lake and it was pretty magical.

I read a book every 24 hours this weekend. It felt great!! It would feel greater if I could find a book/series that I just fall in love with, but that hasn’t happened lately. sad.

But I did read FEED by M.T. Anderson. I’d heard lots about this book, but Kate’s analysis of it was what sealed the deal. I HAD to read the book after her review!!!

It was really disturbing and forboding. I will admit that I cried at the end and then texted my Kissy to tell him I loved him. (SO cheesy. I know.) Then I saw some people throwing their garbage out their car window and I wanted to kick their face and tell them that they need to read FEED.

Anderson did a great job of creating a realistic and terrifying world where our commerce-obsessed society has ruled and ruined everything. The teenagers made me really sad because they seemed so depraved and out of touch, but in a glossy, privileged way. I totally see it foreshadowed in our society today. I recapped the story for my mom and it really scared her!!

So what about you?? Any good books this weekend?? Any magical moments??

Peace

thinking like a kid again

So I made a promise to myself a long time ago (in a galaxy far, far away) (okay, not really on that last part) that I would not grow up too much.

I mean, I’d be responsible and pay my bills and hold down a steady job, but all that stuff would never get into my head all the way.

I still wanted my imagination.
My sense of wonder.
My ridiculously happy-go-lucky-i-love-everyone attitude.
(When I was a kid, my mom used to beg me to stop talking to the strangers at the grocery store. I was crazy about people. seriously.)

But it hasn’t been so easy. There are a lot of dark people, places, events that are hard not to get overwhelmed by.

Also, I underestimated the entirely draining power of a desk job.

I used to cry because this was not how I pictured my grown-up self, stuck at a desk, not painting or drawing or writing or making jewlery or exploring parks or hanging out with my family. And I would tell myself, “write yourself out of it, girl.”

So I did. I wrote and wrote and wrote. Not all of it was good. But I suddenly had a fresh wind on the embers of my heart and my passion flared up and no one knew what to do with me anymore because I was like a hyper-active kid once again.

beautiful, no?

But sometimes my writing can be really weird. Like really weird. I’m half tempted to cut some of it out of my novel. Where did this come from??? I ask myself.

Lady LovelyLocks

And then yesterday,
an image popped into my head and I knew.

LADY LOVELYLOCKS. Suddenly, I could see her beautiful, multicolored, rodent-ridden hair.


How had I forgotten how she had fascinated me???

And I loved Duchess Ravenwaves because she was beautiful (evil, but beautiful).

Duchess Ravenwaves

Grown ups are scared of chipmunks and birds scampering through their tresses, but Lady LovelyLocks embraced it!
Whoever thought her up must have known it was a really weird idea, but they used it anyways, building and shaping and elaborating until there was a whole amazing world full of beautiful puppies and ponies and princesses for little girls to fall in love with.

What about Teddy Ruxpin?? (yes, I know I’m dating myself here) HE FLEW IN AN AIRSHIP. His best friend, Grubby, looked like a weird BUG. There were purple and orange and green mushrooms everywhere. GENIUS!

And David the Gnome. HE RODE ON A FOX. THERE WERE TROLLS. magical magical magical. I remember waking up really early to watch it on the Spanish channel because they canceled it on Nick jr. My dad would always ask me if I knew what they were saying. NO. BUT YOU COULD TELL FROM THE PICTURES.

THE REALLY COOL PICTURES.

Can you see where the seeds of my weird ideas were planted?

Fraggle rock. Grownups don’t like the idea of small, furry puppets burrowing tunnels under their homes and linking to other dimensions and sharing dreams. BUT WHEN I WAS A KID IT WAS AMAZING!!!

The worst part is that adult-me had forgotten all about these cool stories until that weird spark of remembrance yesterday when it all came flooding back.

So you know what? I think I’ll let my inner kid have some fun and I’ll keep working on my weird and crazy, fantastical ideas.

Have a beautiful weekend.

Peace

Back to being a semi-professional writer

Apparently, this is an old prototype of the typewriter, the writing ball.
So I’m out of excuses. My new laptop is finally up and running with all of the documents from my old computer loaded onto its hard drive. I’ve got my favorite word-editor uploaded. I’ve found my place where I left off in my revisions.

Time to get back to work!

I stayed up until midnight working on my revisions.
I have to admit it.

I’ve missed this.

IBM Selectric. Just a step above my laptop. ha.

Sure, it was fun acting like a normal person for a few days. I played some really mind-numbing games and read some mind-blowing books.

Kissy-face and I gave up TV for a week and ate dinner listening to audio books. It was fantabulous.

But–Life feels kind of meaningless if you aren’t striving towards a dream. I know it for sure now; I write because I have to, because I love to, because I’m driven to.

I don’t care if it ever makes me money or proves that I have talent. (although, that would be nice, right?) I just love writing.

OMG this is the coolest looking thing ever. I want. My birthday is June 4th. Pleeeeeezzzeee.

It feels good to be back.

Wish me luck on my revisions. (I NEED IT!!)

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Peace

Interview with Jamie Harrington

Jamie Harrington has been kind enough to do an interview for us (even though she was in the middle of a busy writing week). Definitely check out her blog, Totallythebomb.com, and yes, the name says it all. I’ve picked up several gems there to add to my writing toolbox. Not the least of which is Storysaurus. Rarrrr.

Okay, here goes:

1. What’s your revision method? (Do you use critique groups and/or beta readers? How many revisions do you average before you feel that your work is ready?)

For me, it’s first and foremost about what I like. If the story feels wrong
in some way, then I run it by some very trusted friends, but if I like it,
then I find a couple of unknown readers to check it out. There’s nothing
like a first time read, so it’s always nice to have enough people to read it
after each major revision. I revise as I go, and I revise totally out of
order, so I couldn’t tell you how many revisions before my work is ready. I
guess, when I can read it out loud without stopping every other sentence to
change the wording–that’s when it’s ready.


2. When you begin a manuscript, do you favor an outline, or do you tend to fly by the seat of your pants?

The first thing I do is open up a blank word document and start typing. If I
get past page five or so and I still like the story, then I know I have
something I need to start thinking about. Lots of times, though, I make it a
page and a half in and decide it’s complete crap. When I do come across
something I feel like I can turn into a book, I outline. The thing about an
outline is, it’s just a guide. You can (and should) change it a hundred
times while you’re writing the rest of your manuscript. My favorite method
of outlining is the storysaurus, not just because it’s ADORABLE, but because
it’s easy to change.

3. What’s the weirdest source of inspiration you’ve ever experienced? (A crazy dream maybe? The subway? Vacuuming your carpet?)

Gosh, I’ve been staring at this question for like twenty minutes. The thing
about inspiration for me is that it’s like a creepy second nature thing. I
dont’ even know how it happens, I just know that it does, and I’d better
have an iPhone, a notepad, or something to get the thought down on paper
before I lose them!

4. If you could go back in time to the point when you decided to try this writing thing as a career, what is the one piece of advice you would give your past self?

Don’t rush it. These things take time, and the more effort you put into
making this career happen, then better off you’ll be. I’d also tell myself
not to sweat the small stuff and celebrate every win (Partials, Fulls,
Getting an Agent) no matter what size.

5. How do you fight the am-I-crazy times when you doubt yourself or your work?

Writer friends. You have to have writer friends. They understand the
rejection, and won’t let it get you down. Without my real life and online
crit groups, I don’t think I could get through all of this.

Bonus #6. If you could choose one single meal to eat three times a day, every day, for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Oh, Spaghetti. Is there anything more wonderful than spaghetti? I think not.

I can think of a few things more wonderful than spaghetti. Like Chipotle veggie bowls. Oh well, even great minds sometimes disagree.

Jamie, you’re hilarious. Storysaurus will shape my next story. Thanks again for your time. Best wishes for your writing!!

Peace

P.S. What do you guys think about the questions? I’ve used the same set for the last several author interviews. They ask the major questions I want to know of brilliant authorly minds, but I can definitely come up with more. I’d love to get your feedback.

What’s Your Writer’s Conference Tip?

This week I’m posting tips from my recent adventure at a writing conference, but I’m curious,

What is your best tip for a successful writer’s conference?

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