CANCER SUCKS, and You Can Too!

This has just been the week for weird occurences.   My husbands migraine spike, my kids doing all kinds of weird things…  I swear there is a full moon or something.

And my crazy bald head itches!  If I haven’t said it before to you guys, cancer seriously sucks.

I miss having energy, I miss hair, I miss my waistline.  I miss things not making me puke, and I miss the clear mind that I used to procrastinate writing with.

All of this editing and brain strain just makes me nostalgic for when all of my body bits worked in unison.   I have found that the more I fight against the tide of chemicals, that the more irritable I get to my family.   It starts with holing up in the office, then slamming my laptop shut and sighing heavily when they come in, and ends with my dumping dinner in the garbage because no one was sitting and waiting when I got done trying to cook. Lol  (yes, that has happened)

So, I suck…. but in my defense, so does cancer.  Does that give me a pass this time?

I estimate that in another couple of weeks I will have this thing polished up and shiny.  I have started to research query letters and what agents look for in my non-writing time ( read: time the kids are sitting on top of my head watching cartoons and I can’t write) so I can be ready whenever I get to that point.

I have a good feeling about all this, despite my suckiness.  Something good is going to happen.  I just have to hang on long enough ( and stop throwing dinner in the trash) to let it happen.


It’s #amwriting’s birthday !!

I am new to the whole blog/twitter/social media thing.  I am a nerd from way back with social anxiety issues that probably extend even to the virtual social realm… I can’t know for sure because I write these things and then promptly go hide for a couple hours and breathe deeply.

However, I have found that the #amwriting hashtag on twitter to be a wonderful resource and a really awesome community.  I love getting excited over the milestones that perfect strangers are making on their own work, and it jazzes me up to work harder at my own.   Another twitterpate (name that reference and I’ll eat a cookie in your honor) announced today that #amwriting’s 2nd birthday was coming up and it simultaneously made me feel old for no particular reason, and made me excited all over again to participate in the varied and highly talented community of  scribblers that I have come to love and hashtag with.

Happy Birthday #amwriting!  If I could find matches I would light a candle for you.  (and probably set something on fire)

Jewelry = Good

Sadly,  this story does not begin with me receiving surprise  jewelry from my sweetie.

HOWEVER, it is so much better… to me, anyway.

So I have been sitting on Tome in various forms for a couple of years now, and every time I brought it out to work on it for more than a couple of weeks at a time, my anxiety disorder would rear its ugly head.  Crying, depressed, panic attack, angry anxiety.  The kind that makes you stress eat until you feel ill and are beginning to resemble mid 90’s Roseanne Barr.

For some reason, there were two things that were hanging me up from going forward.

1) How my two main characters were introduced to the antagonist.  This totally bothered me.  I refused to push ahead and go back and fix later.  It just seemed so pivotal to me, that like everything ( including housecleaning) if I could not make it conform to my perfectionist standard, I shoved it onto a pile and pretended it wasn’t there.

This problem, however, was solved by yesterdays’ nap at Best Buy.

2)The exact shape and design of a pendant that one MC was burned by as a child.  I wanted detail.  I sought artists interested in being paid in beer, I asked my designer husband who put his own spin on it, and finally on my 5,000th doodle, I stumbled across something that finally spoke to me.


So those two pieces of information down, I scribbled out a new revised world map, and had a couple other small epiphanies.


All in all, not a bad day.  Just gotta keep the ball rolling.