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Writing and Formatting and Publishing, oh my!

I love to write. I try to write when I have time, or don’t have time, or when I get in that mood where the words have got to come out or make my head explode. I don’t like dealing with things that happen without my permission, like words being indented, or skipping lines, or, worse than anything, page numbers. These, I have discovered, are the true enemy.

Last week, after many years of writing, revising, and fighting with my computer, I finally became a published author. I went the independent route. I like being independent. Except for the page number part, which, having a ‘Word-savvy’ mother, wasn’t the end of the world.

It’s neat to be able to go into Amazon and see my book. It’s even available in Kindle, so I’m not hopelessly old-fashioned. The whole process was actually pretty painless. I complain, but if page numbers are your worst enemy, you’re not doing very badly at all.

All in all, the writing took about six years, and revising took another year, and the publishing, a mere three weeks. I am hoping to beat that record by a year or two next time!

Please check it out!

http://www.amazon.com/Chloe-Ms-Merrill-Berry-Hunter/dp/1499742045/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1403206552&sr=1-2&keywords=chloe+in

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Multitasking

I have always been a bit too much of a multi-tasker. Not necessarily a good one however. This time I think I have got it. I finished the last (maybe) edit/proofread of my book and handed it over to my very good friend to read and see if its mildly entertaining to her. That’s always a good sign of course. Even if its not exactly unbiased. In the meantime I have had a nagging idea in my head for some time. Several years I think, but it just wasn’t time to unlock the cage and let it out. I had to deal with my first one. Now that one is safely in a friend’s hands, ( I handed it over a bit like I put my daughter on the bus for the first time), I can relax and and let ideas flow forth. And they have been. I turned up the music which inspired the idea, and let it go. Needless to say, my hand was aching, but it felt very good. It makes me wonder what the next year will bring in my literary world. book

Almost There

Almost. That’s a good word. Very hopeful. It’s been a good five years at least. But I think it’s almost done. My little novel, that is. It’s a really patient one. I mean, it’s put up with me for a long time, and never bugs me when I have taken months away from it. And sometimes I have done that, although its always in my mind. I have to be in a certain state and have a certain emptiness and calmness in my mind to concentrate. Otherwise the things like kids, work, kids…keep yelling too loud for me to think about it. So it really has had to be patient a good deal. But now it is beginning to stir and to stretch its limbs because we can see the end of the tunnel. Now the question is, what to do with it. Recently a friend’s husband published his own novel on Amazon. That has a certain appeal to me. I just want to share my little ideas with others. And hope that someone else out there finds it as moving/entertaining as I hope. What have you, bloggy friend’s of mine, done with your own achievements?

bits and pieces

Well I’ve been muddling along, proofreading, editing, adding and taking away.  I’ve almost gotten my novel to where I can print it out and let a friend or a dad-proofreader take a look at it.  Here is a little part which I kind of like.  And yes a dad-proofreader is a real person. 🙂

The weather had turned slightly cooler, a pleasant change from the hot and sultry June.  The July sky was brilliant blue, framed in puffy white clouds; it accented the darkening green of summer foliage.   The first Saturday of July, Chloe decided to splurge a little of her meager savings on a new skirt and perhaps a shirt of two.  She had Fiona headed up to 6th Avenue to see what they could find.  Fiona had an eye for color and a flair for stretching her dollar, so Chloe knew they would find luck.

“How is your friend Hank doing?”  Chloe asked impishly, as they loitered on the sidewalk, enjoying the slight breeze which fluttered their skirts and swirled around their ankles. 

Fiona smiled broadly, her clear wide eyes shining with happiness.  “Oh, he is fine. Very busy naturally.  He, he’s been working hard to save; his uncle wants him to take over his butcher’s shop!  There is a grand apartment over the top of it.  And it’s only 6 streets up.”

“And has he told your parents that?”  Chloe inquired.  “You haven’t been overly talkative about him in front of me lately.”  She teased.

“Wellll, we haven’t exactly talked to my parents yet.  But we will.  Soon.  So I haven’t wanted to… jinks it, by saying anything to anyone”  Fiona sighed happily and tucked her arm through Chloe’s.  “What about you and James?”  She inquired with raised eyebrow.

“Um, what about us?”  Chloe couldn’t hide the burning flame rising up to her cheeks.  She had always detested the fact that she blushed so easily.  Her sister said she wore her emotions for the world to see. 

“Oh Chloe, a blind man would notice the way you too look at each other.”

“I wasn’t aware how obvious it was.”

Fiona laughed, “To a close friend surely it is.  Come, why is it so complicated?” 

“It just is.”  Chloe sighed.  “I never expected this.  I came to New York to further my career and to, well, I guess to find a place to fit.  Not to ‘catch a husband’ as some of the ladies back home would say.”

“Chloe, you can’t help how you feel, not everything can be planned.”

“No. I know.”  Chloe agreed with this, but at the same time she felt that it should not have happened so.  Why was it that she had to meet James now when she was at such a very important and transitional step in her life?  He intruded in her life almost forcefully, that day when she very nearly was run over.  His eyes were what she saw from the first time they met.  How they could make her feel as if he was reading into her mind and soul, she did not know, but it was a familiar and safe and scary feeling all at one time.  Chloe knew she would never want to endanger their friendship or whatever closer feelings they had, but sometimes she wished she could have met him at another time. 

I certainly hope this little bit of my fiction doesn’t induce you to run screaming from your computer or shove it out the nearest window.  Maybe it will give you a warm fuzzy of slightly interested feeling like me.  Thanks for stopping by and reading!

Changing Gears

For the past months, I have been patiently and minutely rereading, rewriting, and revising the novel I have been working on for … about 5 years.  It’s getting there slowly.  It’s difficult to do when the only time I have is lunch hour at work and the occasional free block of time at home, and that’s rare.  Usually at night my brain just protests any demand I make on it.  I am happy with the story though, in general, and can’t wait to see what my ‘editor’ (ahem, Dad) thinks of the newest revisions.  Its historical.  Sort of fits in with my love of history.  However, there is a certain satisfaction in not having to research things so much because they happened a hundred years ago.  Even in fiction, I want it to be sort of realistic.  I have other ideas that float around in my head waiting their turn, not all steeped in the past.  Those bits of paper and backs of envelopes that have  ideas I have scrawled in a brief enlightened moment.  One idea that I have played around with takes place in the actual present day.  I have mulled it over for a few years.  It’s sort of inspired by a song that I love.  I have made a few attempts at the story and have gotten a little closer.  Today though, I started an outline.  Well as outline-y as I get, and that’s not much.  I think I just need a change of scene once in a while, so while I am continuing on with my revisions of the still unnamed historical drama, I’ll dip into the present day once in a while and get going on this project.  Maybe in about 20 years It will be done.