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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!




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?

Happy Anniversary

I just got a notification on my blog that it was my one year anniversary. Well, this is cause for a celebration. I can hardly believe it’s been on year. I can’t say I’ve written as much as I would have liked, or finished my novel (it’s sooo close). But then that’s part of the fun of life, it never goes how you plan.

Rehashing the year that has passed, I can say it was hardly uneventful. It’s been fun and tiring and filled with tons of memories. Vacationing in Florida with my daughters and mother was a huge high point. Visiting the Grand Canyon last spring for the second time was also a bright memory. Sense the trend? I love to travel. But also, leaving one job and starting another was a part of that year, as well as the usual rough patches and those golden days when you can relax and let yourself be a kid again. Like playing in the snow (for the first 15 minutes, before the realization that it’s cold really kicks in), and hide and seek with the kids. Those were all highlights that are popping into my head as I type. The best part of the one year anniversary is, I have so many plans for the next year. I can’t wait to share them either.

And now to celebrate, I think I’ll go get myself a cappuccino smoothie.

Back to Work

It’s been a pretty good January.  I’ve not been working for most of it.  Actually, I should say not working for a salary. I did a lot of work.  In fact, most days I was exhausted after cleaning and cooking and shopping for dinners.  However,  it was satisfying and relaxing at the same time.  My creative bug has gone to ground again though unfortunately.  I am hoping it comes out of hibernation very soon though.  I think it just might.  Now I am back at work.  Full time, the last few weeks I had a day here and there while learning the new role.  It’s vastly different from the large corporate office building I am used to. (Yes, the large and leaky one)  This is a small old house converted into a business and its about 10 minutes from home.  I think that’s the best part.  Part of me still toys with the idea of taking classes.  I have some very nice ideas for the future in mind.  But right now I just need to pay the bills.  It’s much nicer paying the bills by working 10 minutes from home than an hour.  I still will have to get used to the small business.  It allows me to concentrate on my two red-headed menaces.  One of which  is throwing the whole family into chaos right now with her issues.  But then that’s another story.  So for now my friends in blog world, I am going to try to write more posts, and maybe encourage the creative bug back out of its hole where it has been for far too long.

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!

Up in the Air

My life is a little up in the air right now.  I have heard, well, more than rumor but not enough to know for certain, that my company will be relieving itself of many of its employees in the next 6 months or so.  It could be sooner, it could be later.  We don’t know of course.  Naturally this has caused an explosion of speculation among my fellow employees, and right there inside my head as well. 

Now, although for the moment things are stable, the thought that in a year my life might be pretty different keeps pricking at the inside of my head at least 5 times a day.  It’s not devastating news to be sure.  I haven’t been at the company for half a lifetime or anything.  In fact, it kind of feels like the kick in the pants that I need to get going.  I never planned for a majority of the day to be closeted in a cubby staring at a computer screen.  I am willing to bet a good percent of  office workers say the same. 

This is a real opportunity to change directions.  Completely.  I wasn’t meant to work in accounting, or business or marketing.    One of my coworkers even told me that my job and I are polar opposites.  (He is so right) However, changing careers means money.  So…that means a job is a necessity, unless I win the lottery which I have never played.  However if I take a job just to pay the bills and keep my two redheaded appendages in the manner in which they require, maybe I won’t have the time for writing … or school.  That brings me to what, even if I had no money concerns, I would want to do.  Well, writing is at the top of my list.  It’s a must.  I would love to have large amounts of time to write, trailing around in my pajama pants, sitting on my glider and immersing myself in the little fictional worlds I love to create.  Or maybe going back to school to  find something that actually pleases me and also makes money is the way to go.  (Because having a degree in Medieval studies is not the way to go, neither is having a minor in classics.) 

I do wish I had listened to my mother a little more now, and had actually done something more useful than fun in college, but since I am just now becoming a mature adult at 37, maybe this is the time to decide what I want to be when I grow up.  There are so many options that my head whirls at the possibilities.  The boulder that continually hangs over my head is the fact that no one will say when this part of my life is going to end so I can’t very well even start to do more than speculate on the next stage of life.  Whatever happens, I have complete confidence that I will be just where I am supposed to be.