Archive for January, 2013

All right, it’s been a bit busy for me in the past couple of weeks.  I ended up going to a fantasy / sci-fi convention, and while I was there I got a few nibbles from publishers on getting my comic published. (Yes, I’m an artist as well.  Yes, I have written a comic.  So sue me.)  They were interested!  This is cool.  It feels dumb, but it’s nice to be validated as both a writer and an artist, and getting a comic actually factually published does both of those things nicely.

In other news, I’m working on the sequel to my BBW Billionaire story which is really the second half of the first story and not a sequel.  I’ve discovered a fatal flaw in publishing a story in halves without revealing that there’s a second half, is that people are blasting it to pieces because the heroine seems weak and the love interest is a jerk.  Shit, it didn’t even occur to me that this would be the reaction, as neither of those characters have completed their growth arcs yet.  All I can do is wave my little hands in a frantic manner and scream at everyone to read the sequel.  That isn’t out yet.  Whoops.

Anyways, I got a printer.  A cheapo laser printer, but it allows me to more thoroughly edit my works.  I’m hoping the typos and weird sentences will diminish if not completely disappear in my new works.  We shall see!

I’m wandering through this thread on reddit describing ADHD, and I just don’t connect with a lot of the other people on there about what they are saying on the disorder.  But I definitely have it; I was diagnosed with it when I was in the 3rd grade, I believe.  I still remember the short time that I was put on Ritalin.  Suddenly I could focus on what the teacher was saying and not draw dragons all over my homework assignments.  I was getting work done.  I was well behaved.  This was also the time we went to Disney World as a family and my mother still says I was the most well-behaved child out of all of us by far.

But I was a zombie.  I wasn’t just well-behaved, I was too well-behaved.  I no longer drew.  I wasn’t creative.  And my mom hated seeing that side of me be lost, so she took me off the medication.

Perhaps this is why I don’t connect with the other people in that Reddit thread.  While they used the medication to cope, I learned my own coping mechanisms.  I learned that I pretty have to multitask and work on more than one project at a time (for instance, at this very moment I’m writing this post, working on another short story, editing a novella, and researching covers.)  And sometimes it’s an uphill battle.  Sometimes starting my writing for the day feels like pushing a 4 ton square boulder up a vertical cliff.  But then I get started and the boulder turns into a beach ball and the cliff turns into a gently sloping hill.  Or sometimes it doesn’t.

Even in a routine for me, things never stay the same.

Not Quite a Writer’s Block

Posted: January 12, 2013 in Uncategorized

I’m writing here right now because apparently I can’t stand the thought of working on my latest story (The Billionaire’s BBW Lover.)  I mean, I know exactly where the darn story is going, and I’m about to write a rather exciting scene for it, but I just don’t have the mojo to actually get it out!  Hmm, maybe it’s the fact that it’s 55 degrees in my home at the moment.

Tea might help.

Then please give it a positive review!  I’m drowning in negative reviews right now and it makes me very sad.  I don’t think readers realize that with indie authors reviews are much more personal.  The recent one that really stings me is ‘it’s well written but not my thing – 2 STARS.’  Really?  I mean… really?