IWSG December

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As you look back on 2017, with all its successes/failures, if you could backtrack, what would you do differently?

Oy.

Well, I didn’t write beans. There was either no time, no energy, or no time and no energy. I’ve been over the primary reason before – the need to take care of the kids, lacking additional support, blahblahblah. Cue the…well, I don’t really feel like violins. A bassoon maybe? Drums with a rim shot? Contra-bass clarinet?

I don’t regret supporting the kids decisions for activities and so on, but I do regret that there isn’t a way to divide the load in a way that the support demands. On the other hand, they say volunteer officer/leader work in the Cub Scouts looks good on an otherwise inactive resume, so that’s something.

Part of me regrets stepping up as Archery Captain in my local area – it isn’t a huge time-suck, but it is a noticeable one. Then the other part of me thinks:

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t go out to practice archery on your own if you weren’t Captain and look what happened in one year – your average scores improved by 25 points to 52.7; enough to advance to Yeoman rank, making the rank of Forrester seem quite possible (65-84 points). And you’ve discovered an archery community outside the only 2 extremely limited ones you knew, so that’s something good that you can follow up on after you step down as well. And you came up with a character creation idea involving an archer for your writing that you hadn’t before, even though you knew how to shoot.”

And the archery piece helped me think about a character in a different way.

I can also add the volunteer Captaincy to the work resume and then there’s the fact that I’m practically building the rough draft proposal for the first handbook my region has had in 15 years on my own, which would also look good (“drafted new policy regarding archery guidelines and safety for a 4 state group area encompassing more than 300 participating members” doesn’t sound too bad. Kinda even sounds like I have my shit together. BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!*ow. owie. ow.* Gotta stop laughing like that…).

So there’s that.

I regret not getting up early on at least some Sundays’ to attend meditation classes (they’re even free, so it isn’t like I can’t do them, I just have to put in a little extra planning for the days I am available).

I regret that I still allow myself to get bullied/pressured into things that I really don’t want to do. I’m in my 40’s – you’d think I’d have the guts to just look someone dead in the eye and say “No” more often.

I regret that my workout routine is non-existant, despite my best efforts at planning (I even gave myself stickers on days that I did it!) Working out might’ve helped that whole Warrior Dash thing, although I did finish with my heat, so that’s good.

What would I have done differently? Probably nothing, despite the regrets (I’m a realist, if nothing else.).

So what’s my New Years resolution?

I’m thinking survival. Maybe some writing bits and pieces here and there.

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IWSG October

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Have you ever slipped any of your personal information into your characters, either by accident or on purpose?

What? You mean like hair color? Previous work experience? Conversations? Isn’t that what research is?

Here’s a counter-question: How do you write a story with believable characters if you DON’T?

An example:

The character is described as “loved to swim.” We are given scenes in which the character is swimming. We are given dialogue in which the character says “I love swimming.”

But you can tell it wasn’t written by a swimmer. A true swimmer. One who actually loves to swim. There’s missing descriptors: We don’t get too feel the water slip by; the air pushed through the nose at a controlled rate to keep the water out; the effortless less twist of the body to flip from front crawl to backstroke that you can’t quite describe but you just know how to do; the realization that you think differently, more relaxed yet focused when in the water.

Research will get you to a good place, and imagination can sometimes take you the rest of the way, but some things you just have to experience to really be able to get it across to the reader. A reader with a dance background can spot an author with no experience at all writing about dance.

Sometimes we give the author a pass because we can tell that they tried. Other times, not so much.

Or even more mundane window dressing:

Some of the best one-liners and situations I’ve written about actually happened to me. Genuine “no-shit-there-I-was” stories that no one believes real, but think it’s absolutely fabulous addition to a story. Turning up the radio and blasting a song made entirely of a chorus of children psychotically singing “B-I-N-G-O!” in response to the neighboring car at a stop light blaring hate rap at full volume (the look of confusion and fear on that guy’s face as he peeled away the MOMENT the light turned green is one I’ll treasure forever) is a great bit in the story that I plugged it into, and adds a little more to the characters.

And then there was the time – no shit, there I was…

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2017 School Year Resolution

*This s a long and perhaps self-pitying post. If you choose to skip it, I wouldn’t blame you.*

Starting at around spring break, this summer has been 4 Iron Man competitions and an Olympic Pentathlon crammed into the course of a full marathon, run at a sprint while juggling live squid. Occasionally a clown chases me while carrying a running chainsaw to make the course more “challenging.”

I’ll pause for a moment to let that visual sink in.

Impetigo, planning the eclipse viewing, braces consult, oral surgery, helping the hoarders in-laws pack and move, dance rehearsal, dance recital, end of season cub scouts meetings, spousal job change (twice), supervising weekly archery practice, car to the shop, house maintenance, return car to shop (three times) to fix a natural gas smell coming from the vents that hadn’t been there before they worked on it, find decent, affordable and one-man portable foam for the archery program to continue outdoors, help the in-laws move furniture and largish items about their new house, spouse getting laid off, fundraising for the archery foam, take the car to a different shop because the first refused to acknowledge the problem (twice – the second shop had to repair everything the first shop did, and then a second visit to figure out what/how the natural gas smell was occurring through my vents), spouse getting new job (third one in six months), father in hospital (thrice – once for emergency surgery, others for fevers and infections after said surgery), summer dance lessons, gearing up as Cub Scouts Den Leader (because I’m stuck with it after being made defacto Den Leader halfway through last year), putting together an archery event proposal for September 2018, discovering eclipse glasses purchased 4 months ago were fakes with 9 days left on the clock, tracking down budget materials to plan the next school year because I’m also Pack Treasurer in addition to Den Leader, running around trying to find new eclipse glasses or lose the viewing plans altogether, nailing down dates for summer 2018 plans with the grandparents and the husband wanting 2 entirely separate things, traveling to Wyoming (only took 5 hours), coming up with a school year schedule that allows me to deal with everything plus the workout requirements to keep my knees and back in functioning condition, traveling to the totality zone (2.5 hours as expected), traveling back from Wyoming (should have only taken 7.5 hours total but took 11 (we stopped for the night in Ft, Collins and then continued the next morning), crushing my homicidal desires towards my husband, fall dance lessons, 6 months of email to go through that I haven’t had time to check (power skimming The Passive Voice and Rocky Mountain Writer and the like are easy, I just have to have a few days in which I can sit down and just do it by sender (there’s a couple hundred between those 2 and Lee Lofland’s posts about real police work, but you can’t power skim Rusch’s weekly Wednesday Business Musings – those take time and brainpower to muscle through with comprehension. 1, maybe 2 a day, at most), 7 and a half HOURS of online BSA training to be a Den Leader and a Pack Committee member (4 hours of which were thinly disguised sales pitches – “If you would like more information, purchase these materials…”), trying to learn LibreOffice on my own…

It’s been a rather busy summer. I don’t have a brain left. I’m tired.

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I have done no writing. Zilch. I’d been planning on at least a little time, but that time did not happen. That time and energy wouldn’t fit in my schedule with a mallet and a pot of grease. Get up earlier than the kids? The kids took that as an invitation to get up earlier with mom. Go to bed later than the kids? I could barely see straight by the time we’d tucked them in for the night.

And now here we are at the Annual School Year Resolution post. Which is being posted much later than it was supposed to, because of the aforementioned activities.

Suck.

I don’t foresee getting a lot of writing done this year, either.

Did you know stress can be a total creativity killer? I’ve heard about people who get all creative when they’re stressed out. I’ve had someone tell me that I’m slacker because while she raised and home-schooled 7 kids, she was still able to push out a romance novel every year (not an exaggeration – someone actually told me that one, combined with a snide comment that I just didn’t have the dedication, desire and time-management skills to succeed).

No pressure, really.

While I was in Wyoming to see the eclipse (The drive back was horrible, but it was totally worth it, in my opinion.) I was able to do some thinking (being trapped in a car with 2 kids who can and do self-entertain and a husband who absolutely refuses to let you drive because – his reasons -, leaves you time and mental space to do such a thing, even when you are reading, writing or trying to do a small project) , and discovered *gasp* there are some things that I can get rid of, while many I feel I cannot (Short of a nasty divorce, I don’t see trimming out family very easily.).

Bottom line: There isn’t a lot of room for me AND them. It’s me OR them.

For some reason, you get a bad parenting/spouse certificate if you choose yourself over “them,” but you’re not a “whole person, treating yourself with respect and fulfilling your potential” if you choose “them.”

Same with “friends.” The Gods forbid you put your needs ahead of their own (I’m not talking about knifing someone in the back to get that promotion at work. More like “I’m not interested in doing activity X, I’ve made plans to do this other thing,” and the friend proceeds to make you feel as though you’ve chosen badly because it wasn’t what they wanted. Although, adult family tends to fall in this category as well.).

So this year’s School Year Resolutions will focus on survival. I will finish out my obligations for those activities/persons that don’t quite serve my needs (quietly, politely, pushing them off to the side to find someone else to nag), while maintaining those that I simply can’t trim out for one reason or another. By this time next year, I hope to be carrying a smaller load of excess crap, physically and emotionally.

Perhaps that will get my writing moving again.

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September IWSG

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Have you ever surprised yourself with your writing? For example, by trying a new genre you didn’t think you’d be comfortable in??

****This is quite rambly and doesn’t really have a conclusive point, so if you skip it, I’ll understand.****

I’m a bit of a slacker when it comes to writing. I’ve written about it ad nauseum on this blog – I don’t have a plan, outline the plan, write to the outline and then edit as needed. I’ve tried. I’ve failed miserably every time.

I think I’ve mentioned this, once or twice.

In fiction writing, up until 6 years ago, I always thought of myself as a one-trick pony – I write fantasy. Ta-da. Ever since middle school, that was what I was good at. Third person, multiple POV’s, big ol’ honkin’ swords and sorcery, dragons and elves, multi-generational saga fantasy.

Science fiction and I don’t get along so well. I like character driven SF, but I tend to slack on the sciencey part, so while the concepts have potential, they just don’t have enough “oomph” to really snag the reader. Or me, for that matter. Historical Fiction? I can tell you that I totally respect Turtledove because the man does some serious research, but I don’t really enjoy it (despite enjoying non-fictional history). Romance? No. Just no. Westerns? Nope. Murder-mystery? Meh (unless it’s about a REAL case, because those go in directions that just blow your mind). Horror? Perhaps it’s just me, but it’s either too much or it’s formulaic and boring.

There are probably several genres I’ve left out, just because I can’t think of them a the moment, but the point is: They say you should write what you know or at least what you like to read. Why would I look around for anything other than what I enjoy doing and feel that I do well?

Then I had a dream. Where I had, the conditions, the people around me, the dew point, temperature, blahblahblah, is unimportant.

 

I know the dream was partly spawned by some wicked conversation or other during the camping event I’d recently attended. With 20-30 tents and about 45-60 people in attendance, most of them adults, well… everyone has a naughty story that is by turns funny and impressive and usually begins with “No shit, there I was…”

The dream snippet stuck with me in that way that DEMANDS I at least sketch it out and save off the file, if for no other reason than to get it out of my head. THOU SHALT DOCUMENT THIS.

6 weeks later I’m told by friends that I have a passable rough draft of a contemporary romance novel written in first person, evenly divided between 2 POV’s. Some say it’s just fine as-is. Others say it needs more smut. But generally, everyone agrees that it does have potential. A little editing, some polishing, a halfway decent cover and it could certainly pass muster as a romance novel.

Understand, I don’t read romance novels. I’ve tried. They irritate me.

Now, I’ve got ideas for 3, possibly 4 ideas for others in the same neighborhood as the first one.

What the hell? I don’t write Romance. I don’t read Romance. I’ve tried since I’ve written the first rough draft and they all irritate me. I do NOT enjoy reading romance. And yet, I seem to have written one that I think is pretty good (which may be indicative that it is doomed to fail in sales, but that is a different post regarding targeting demographics and so forth).

A similar thing happened that got me into writing a steampunk-type novel. It was supposed to be a short “let’s write this idea down, save off the file and then we’ll see what happens” sort of thing.

6 weeks later, The idea has turned into a trilogy, plus one, plus a novella type thing AND at least 2 stories that happen 25 years later.

I don’t know ANYTHING about steampunk beyond the rough historical time period it’s supposed to be set in. And yet, a friend of mine and his wife (both of whom play in the live-action Steampunk events) think the stories have great potential (and both of these people have told me that they don’t really enjoy my fantasy stories, so there you go for honesty).

Again: What the hell? Is this a normal thing?

But the Romance and the Stemapunk won’t go away. They want to exist right alongside their Fantasy brother (or sister? Older sibling?).

AND I CAN’T LET THEM GO.

Now I have to take dance classes, because that’s a centerpiece in one of the Romance novels. Now I have to research the Victorian/Edwardian era, so at least I know where and what and how I want to deviate from the historical record. Now I have to get in shape so I can take classes at a trapeze school for the 25 years later SP plot. And coffee – Holy Shit I can’t taste the difference between one kind and the next but now I’ve got to at least learn the basics so I can pretend like I know what I’m talking about for a custom blend called “Bitch Slap.”

AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!

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