Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Life, You Weirdo.

I've been job hunting for... *checks calendar* four months. Four. Full. Months.
It's has been quite the interesting experience (read: slightly stressful and lots of headdesking involved), and honestly, at this point I never thought I would find a job, and that I'd just be stuck at home, jobless, forever.
Am I a tad melodramatic?

Within the past week, a job showed up out of left field. And then I had to wait clearance, and there was nothing to do until I got it but sit and wait, which was all kinds of nervewracking especially because said job involves preparing.
I got a text this morning from my now boss, who said I've been cleared and can I come in today and sign some paperwork.

Life, you weirdo.

Let's do some What's Up Wednesday while I process this, shall we?

All the MSs still! (Yes, this has been taking me A LOT longer than usual).

Well, I finished the last MS last week, and I've started a new one. It's a YA Contemporary, and a lot different than the last one. It's just a little baby MS right now, but I'm really excited about this one. It also has a bit more of a plot from the get-go than the other one did :) It was nice to be able to play with a new story for a little bit, because ALL THE REVISIONS are happening now. *breathes into paper bag*

This week is wedding week- I was a bridesmaid at one wedding last night, and I'm the maid of honor at a wedding tomorrow. Friends? In the future, please don't get married the same week. Even if you don't know each other. :)
Job: Because apparently I have one now. One that involves BUCKETS of lesson plans, and a handful of small children.
My sister left yesterday- she's spending a year in Israel, which meant all the packing over the past few days.
All the evil plotting with the SH creative interns. *cackles*
I would collapse in a heap now, but ain't nobody got time for that.

With two weddings, a very tearful sisterly goodbye, and CPs who literally rock my socks off, there's a lot of love flowing through my life right now, and I can not feel more blessed.

Hope you're all having a fabulous Wednesday!

Monday, August 26, 2013

10 Weeks to Heart Breaths: Comparisons, Self Doubt, and Other Nasty Feelings

Heart Breaths is being released in ten weeks from today (EEP!), (EDIT: from tomorrow. I'm a spazz.) and I thought y'all might like a little behind the scenes at what's going to be going on between now and then. I'll be doing a post every Tuesday until release day, updating you on the book and all related things.
(And of course, you can add it to Goodreads HERE if you haven't done so already) 
Since I've officially announced the impending release of Heart Breaths, things are a little different around here.
Namely, feelings. Nerves. 
You know what the worst thing to do as an artist of any kind is?
Comparing yourself to others. 
Seriously, if there is one way that you can plunge yourself into a pit of self doubt and negative over thinking, it would be to start looking at other people and their projects and letting yourself think they're the same thing.

Here's a little something I've learned, though it hasn't sunk into my head yet.

Everyone is different. Every book is different. Every situation is different. The story idea, the inspiration, the playlist, the cover, the characters, the AUTHOR!
Not. The. Same.

And yet for some bizarre reason, we keep on comparing ourselves like everything everyone else is doing is an exact replica of you. That everyone is putting in the same time and energy as you are, that everyone else started from the same place as you did, at the same time, with the same strengths and weaknesses.

That everyone's going the same place.

"Don't compare!" everyone tells you.
Sometimes it feels like you're being told "Make your blood cells stop working! Tell your kidneys to just stop working!"
Just because someone tells you to do something, it doesn't mean you can just *POOF!* do it like that.

I knew that when I announced Heart Breaths, I was going to be in for some serious changes. I knew they weren't just going to be logistics of juggling the publication of a book by myself, becoming a publicist, an editor, a marketer, artist... I knew it was going to mean I was going to step out of my comfort zone. Very far out of my comfort zone, in fact.
Any time you make a piece of yourself available to the public, you're making yourself vulnerable. You're opening yourself up to criticism, and to more self-doubt than when that piece of you was hiding away with the rest of you.

Sometimes it helps to remember that I'm not the only one who's ever done this. That there have been plenty of people who've gone through what I've gone through.
But on the other hand, I know that my situation is unique by virtue of the fact that I am unique. That everyone is unique. That there's never been a moment like this before, with this group of people with this knowledge at this time.

That this is different than anything that's happened until now and that will happen after this.
Which means that comparing myself to someone who may have almost the exact same situation as I do isn't smart- because it's not the same thing.

It's not.

The only thing I can do is do the best that I can. Right now. With the life that I've got, in the place where I am. That I can realize that being here, doing this, is where I need to be in order to become a bigger person. In order to stretch out of my comfort zone and find where I'm supposed to be headed.

Nobody ever said it was easy.
But they all said it was worth the trip.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

WIP Marathon Check In #3

Happy Saturday evening, darlings!
Just a quick little WIP Marathon Check-In, and then back to edits!

Last Week's Word Count: 38,382
This Week Word Count: Unknown :) I finished the MS on Tuesday, and went right to edits.

WIP Issues This Week: Hmm. Not so much issues, but more surprise when all kinds of things showed up in the story that I wasn't expecting. Like backstories and a few entertaining adventures, which required all sorts of interesting Google searches.
What did you Google search? You may ask.
If you're the NSA, you already know :) Other than that, I can't tell you, because, spoilers.

What I Learned This Week: You can actually write an ENTIRE book without having a plot. Seriously. I'm probably as shocked as you are. Maybe more, because I watched myself do it.
I think one of the reasons I was able to pull it off, and in such a short period of time, is that I have followed the words of a very wise friend.
*Little backstory* When I first started writing (with the intention of finishing something), I was writing a book which suddenly was the fourth book in the series. I had written over 50,000 words. Almost the whole book. Predictably, I completely freaked out. Wise Friend sat on the phone with me and listened to me babble about it being the fourth book but maybe it's not and I'm just insane and I'm almost finished and oh my gawd what am I gonna do, and then gave me the best advice ever, which I am now passing to you.
Just write.
Seriously. Tell your brain to shut up, and just let your fingers do the work. You're a lot more talented and creative than you give yourself credit for. Trusting that somewhere inside you is a little genius who just needs you to get out of the way so they can create magic is the greatest thing you can do for yourself.
True, it's a lot easier said than done. But if there's anything you're going to try to do in your writing, it's learning to trust yourself and your words.

What Distracted Me This Week: I'm publishing a book in November! That was pretty distracting.
(And yes, you can go add Heart Breaths to your Goodreads TBR list right HERE)

Last 200 Words: As usual, nope :) But I will say that when I hit 100 adds on GR, I will start posting teasers for Heart Breaths. And yes, that is total blatant bribery. I don't really do subtle too well.

Happy weekend, lovelies!

Friday, August 23, 2013

TEN DAYS by Olivia Mayfield Cover Revamp

Happy Friday, lovelies!
Well, well, it has been quite the busy week here, hasn't it?
From ULTRAVIOLET CATASTROPHE to HEART BREATHS... And now for some MORE fabulous indie book news.

I'm sure y'all have heard of the lovely Olivia Mayfield, NA SciFi writer extraordinaire. 
*pulls you out from the rock you've been living under* *dusts you off*

Well, it's an excellent thing you're here, then!

Olivia's NA SciFi debut hit the Amazonian bookshelves back in May. It's a New Adult/YA crossover romance novel, based on the sci-fi short story “The Machine Stops” by E.M. Forster.

BLURB: Nineteen-year-old Cally isn’t like the others. In her society, the Machine caters to every whim, ensuring people don’t have to leave their pods. But Cally and her best friend Marshal find themselves drawn to how things used to be, when people lived on the surface of the earth and relied upon manpower, not technology. When physical contact wasn’t uncivilized, and love was normal, acceptable, embraced. Cally tries to swallow down her increasing dissatisfaction with the “rules,” as well as her rapidly developing feelings for Marshal, a task getting harder each day.

Then, things start going downhill, fast. Food is spoiled. Air grows musty. The population panics about the dysfunction–is it sabotage? Anarchy? But Cally and Marshal discover the truth: The Machine, the answer to all their problems for longer than anyone can remember, is breaking down. Now, these two have to risk it all to save themselves and the people they care about…before their entire world destroys itself.


Before you run over to Amazon to ONE CLICK like it's nobody's business, perhaps you should take a look at the new cover.

Okay, NOW you can run.

Goodreads link:
Amazon link:
BN link:
Kobo link:
iTunes link:
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Olivia Mayfield has been an unabashed fan of romance since she was a young teen, secretly devouring her mom's Harlequins. She has a bachelor's degree in Creative Writing, as well as a Master's degree in English, and lives with her family in Ohio. In her free time, she loves reading, shopping, wearing absurdly high-heeled boots, cheesecake, singing karaoke, and harassing her friends.
Twitter: @OliviaMayfield

That's all for now, folks!
Happiest of Fridays, and have a wonderful weekend!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013


There's a hashtag trending on Twitter right now- #keepgoing. It's where writers all over the world are talking about the difference a year has made for them.
And allll my mama bear instincts have come to play.

Dear Writer (Because you are one. You know that.),
I know it's hard.
I do.
I don't complain about my life on the internet too often, but suffice it to say, it has been a very long and very hard year for me. When I say my life fell apart multiple times, I'm not exaggerating. It did. Over and over and over again. And I picked up the pieces. Over and over and over again.
It's hard.
The self-doubt... oh, God. It nearly suffocates you, doesn't it. That sinking feeling of inadequacy that you're not ever going to amount to anything- that nothing you ever do will work out, and you should just quit while you're ahead and stop wasting people's time. That awful feeling when someone else's life seems to be going super fantastical, and you're just annoyed that all the good things happen to everyone else, and none of it ever happens to you.
Nothing good ever happens to you.
I've been there. I've been there so many times, and each time I get sucked there, I don't think I'm ever going to get out. That nobody cares what ends up happening to me, or what ends up happening to any of the things I care about. The things I love.
Oh, love.
You don't get it.
We're rooting for you.
All of us. The other writers, who sit for hours hunched over their computers, pouring their heart and souls into words, trying to make a difference with their art. The agents, who work hours and hours, trying to find writers that they know they have what it takes to represent authors. The ones who offer you representation, and the ones who don't, because they know a bad match is worse than none at all. The editors, who spend hours and hours polishing manuscripts and making them shine. The ones who say no to your submission because they know a bad editor is worse than no editor. The publishing teams. The readers. The readers, honey. The readers are cheering for you so loudly I'm surprised your eardrums haven't exploded.
Because there are people out there who are dying to read your book- people who's lives will be changed from your writing. They're out there.
And me.
If I could hug you right now, darling, I would.
I believe in you.
In every word you type, no matter how terrible you think it is. For every hour you spend, eeking out a story. For the time you spend, going over and over it with a fine toothed comb, making it shine.
For the hours that you believe that anything can happen to you, and for the hours that you don't believe anything can ever happen.
I believe in you.
I do.
Trust me when I say that you? You are a writer. You're an artist. You have the ability to change lives with your words. With your heart. You have the ability to make people look at things in a way they never thought to. You have wondrous depths of creativity and magic that are completely unique- nobody else on Earth has ever been blessed with the specific gifts you have, and nobody will after you. Only you, love.
So stop telling yourself that if you just stop now nobody will notice, and it won't make a difference. It will. It matters. You matter.
You do.
And it hurts, when rejections come, and when your brain rebels and decides it doesn't want to write, and for when it seems like everyone else is having all the wonderful things happen to them, and you're just not. It hurts. And the nights that you cry, hopeless and helpless and miserable, because you just want it so much. But you're not alone.
I believe in you.
I believe in you.
I believe in you.
Keep writing, love.
Keep fighting.
Keep going.
Keep going.


The past two weeks have been nothing short of absolutely insane, and by the time I got around to telling y'all what was up on Wednesday... well, it was Thursday night.
But I am here today, and today is Wednesday, and there allll the things that are up :)

What I'm Reading:
More MSs that make me cry. I so don't have enough tissues.
THE YEAR OF SECRET ASSIGNMENTS. I read it a couple years ago, but my sister took it out of the library and I figured it was time for a reread. Just as snarky and fabulous as it was then. And I just found out there are more Ashbury/Brookfield books, and now I want to read all of them. *adds to TBR*
ADVENTURES OF A CAT-WHISKERED GIRL, which I reviewed for Bookalicious. Daniel Pinkwater is a weirdo, and I love him for that. :)
ULTRAVIOLET CATASTROPHE, which you should add to your TBR pile ASAP.

What I'm Writing:
ALL THE THINGS. I actually just finished my MS(WOOO!!) which means I'm going to be diving into all the revising now, on all the books. *shushes SNIs*

What Else I've Been Up To: 
Um, ALL THE THINGS (seeing a pattern here? Me too...)
I'm now a Creative Intern at Spencer Hill/Spencer Hill Contemporary, which makes me all kinds of thrilled. There is some truly fabulous things going on behind the scenes, and I'm so excited to be a part of it.
I've finished formatting all the #MSWL Tumblr posts, and they should all be up by now. The next #MSWL event is going to be September 24th, so mark your calendars :)
And HEART BREATHS is being published and will be out in the wild on November 5th. (you can add it to your GR HERE.)

What Inspires Me Right Now: YOU. Seriously. I love you.

What's happening on your Wednesday? Tell me tell me tell me!

Tuesday, August 20, 2013


Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a girl named KK.
And all she ever wanted to do was write.
That's it.

Okay, there were other things that were fun to do, also, but the thing that really kept her going? The thing that she loved to do more than anything in the whole wide world? Write. Tell stories. She published her first story when she was in first grade, and her family, God bless them, continues to quote it to this day.
("I canot slep with out my blacy" is the line they love the most. Literary GOLD right there, I tell you.)

For years, she wrote stories. In the beginning, they were all pretty much the same. Usually involved a boarding school and some fantastical things that happened to the main character, who was pretty and rich and popular and had everything she ever could want (KK's writing, ages 7-9). There were a few other general themes, but yup. Super Miss Original.

And then she started branching out, and actually starting to write actual things.
Never did she ever finish one of them ever, but she started. She started over and over and over again, writing and writing and writing.
Until one day, she just kind of stopped. She didn't know what it was. It slowly petered out, until she wasn't really writing much at all.
Y'all. It was depressing.
She'd still have random ideas for stories, and she just filed them away, thinking, yeah, that would be cool, and never really did anything about them.

Fast forward to January 1, 2013.
Scene: KK is at Grandma and Grandpa's house, trying to put her all togethers back all together after recently having left a job that... well, let's just say I needed to put my all togethers back all together after this job.
ANYWAY. So there I was, January 1st, and everyone's all, Hooray! New Year's Resolutions!
I have never New Year's Resolved. Ever. But what the heck, I figured, I may as well try this year. If there was ever a year that I should be resolving things, it was this one.
Honestly, I have no idea what was actually on that list.

There are only two things I remember from that list.
A. start crocheting again, and make a little crocheted bunny dude
B. finish writing a book, darn it, and self-publish.

Because as long as I was going to make a New Year's Resolution list, I may as well put, ya know, HUGE THINGS on there. And yes, I'm pretty sure 'figure out life' was on there, too.
Within a week from that resolution, I had started a Twitter account, because that's where are the fun writerly people are, and started this blog.

Then I started writing.
In March, I wrote the words THE END for the first time, and cried.
In May, I wrote them for the second time and cried again.

Heart Breaths was a story that had actually been floating around in my head for a while- almost a year. I wrote it in around two weeks (you can read about that here), and have spend a lot more time than that revising it, and revising it, and more revising it.
But the time has come, the walrus said.

And so.
Here's the official announcement.
*clears throat*

HEART BREATHS is going to be published by moi on November 5th, 2013.

*freaks out*

Official Synopsis/Blurb:
After a tragedy nearly ripped 21 year old Madeline Darlington-Gray’s life in half, she's spent the past three years trying to put the pieces back together. But pieces never just fit back together, and when she's betrayed by those she trusts, everything crumbles. Shoving everything she owns into the trunk of her car, Maddie drives south, trying to run from her past.
Eno, North Carolina seems like the perfect place to hide. Working at a local café is light years from Maddie's Manhattan existence and for the first time in a while, she's finding her family. There's Grandma, the café owner; Samantha, the hairstylist next door with plans to make Maddie's life unsuck and Noie, the three year old girl who's stolen Maddie's heart.

And then there’s Gabriel Mendez, Noie’s single dad. He’s intrigued Maddie since the first time she met him, and while he has his own secrets, he wants more from her than just friendship. But the past never stays past, and all too soon, Maddie realizes she can't hide from hers. If she can't put the pieces of her shattered life together this time, she'll have no hope for a future.
A future she desperately wants.

You can add it to Goodreads HERE

A few questions answered:
1. Are you going to only be self publishing?
Eh. Probably not. I'm actually polishing up a YA contemp MS for querying right now, which means, yes, I have made my life a lot crazier than it could be. Long term I'd love to have a mix of self-published and traditionally published books, either with Big Six or small press.

2. Why are you self-publishing Heart Breaths?
A whole slew of reasons. First of all, it's NA, which is a genre that's a little harder to sell than something more mainstream, like YA contemp. Traditional publishing has a two year lag time, and considering how fast the market is changing, I don't know how comfortable I feel only starting to try to get it published now. It's not only NA, but NA that isn't rated NC-17 (as in, no super explicit sex scenes. If you were hoping for them, sorry. Not here. Sexiness? Yes. Super explicit and all the sex? Nope), and isn't your regular NA romance. It's got a tinge of supernatural in it, too, not enough to classify it as paranormal, but enough for it to be noteworthy. It's kind of genred and genreless, all at the same time.
And possibly I may be a bit of a control freak. Maybe. ;)

3. When can I read it?
GOD BLESS YOU. November 5th, should everything go as planned :)
If you're a book blogger and would like to review it early, please email me and let me know, and we can discuss all of those lovely, lovely things.
I'm going to be putting out the official call for the street team later, but if you'd like to sign up now, you can HERE and I would love you forever and ever and always.

To all of you reading this blog, to all the wonderful and magical people on Twitter who've inspired me and kept me sane since I've started this crazy journey of being A Writer, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you all to a million pieces, and hope that you'll love Heart Breaths as much as I do.

All the x's and o's,

Monday, August 19, 2013


18041050Quantum Electrodynamics. String Theory. Schrödinger's cat. For sixteen-year-old Lexie Kepler, they’re just confusing terms in her science textbooks, until she finds out that her parents have been drugging her to suppress her outrageous IQ. Now Branston Academy, a school run by the world’s most powerful scientists, has tracked her down and is dying for her to attend - as a research subject. 
She takes refuge at Quantum Technologies, a secret scientific community where her father works as a top-notch scientist, and begins her new life as girl genius at Quantum High. But the assignments at her new school make the Manhattan Project look like preschool - and Lexie barely survived freshman algebra. 
Her first big assignment – creating an Einstein-Rosen bridge – is also her first chance to prove she can hold her own with the rest of QT's prodigies. But while working with the infuriatingly hot Asher Rosen, QT’s teen wonder, Lexie uncovers a mistake in their master equation. Instead of a wormhole, the machine they’re building would produce deadly ultraviolet rays that could destroy the world. Now Lexie and Asher have to use their combined brainpower to uncover the truth behind the device. Before everyone at Quantum Technologies is caught in the ultraviolet catastrophe.


"You know your life is never going to be the same when your mom pulls a gun at the shopping mall".
Well, THAT'S a way to start a story. 

I've mentioned before that my main genres of love and all the reading float along the contemporary line of things. 
I may also have mentioned how much I like a good evil plot.
And geniuses and smart and super intelligent dudes?
And a conspiracy?
Super smart things and people and futuristic robots without being stifled by the science fictionyness of it all?
People lying to each other, causing all the drama?
People who aren't who you thought they were?
Incredible, wonderful writing?
AND as a bonus, an absolutely gorgeous cover?

I don't think I'm alone in my SQUEEing over a book that manages to combine all those things up there on that list of wonderful things to read. But finding a book that manages to get that all in, and a sweet romance that feels SO REAL, so not instalove and so like a bunch of teenagers... the likelihood is about the same as sighting a pink fluffy unicorn dancing on rainbows
Um, hello, UltraViolet Catastrophe.

Y'all, there are not enough words to tell you how much I enjoyed this. Seriously. I've read books about geniuses, books about teenaged geniuses, books that discuss all kinds of complex science and math, and books with all of the above.
I have never seen it done as well as Jamie Grey did with UVC. Any time a book talks about something a tad out of the ordinary, there's a fine line between weaving it into the story and shoving it down the reader's throat. Whether it's pieces of information (like, physics, which while I took in HS, I don't remember anything) or history, it's easy as a writer to get caught in the trap of infodump. 

I am not a genius.
By far.

And not only am I SO NOT A GENIUS (SO NOT, guys), I am not a math-science person. Nope. Not in the slightest. We will not discuss the catastrophe that was most of high school math. Or the horror that was college statistics. In fact, we can pretend the most complicated thing in math is finding X, because I can do that. Usually.
While UVC covered some pretty science-y topics, not once was I confused, nor did I ever feel like Jamie was shoving a science lesson down my throat. The information was woven expertly through the story, in and out of all the teenaged angst and adventure and wonderful things.

There are some books that I read that I'll read and be all, 'Sisters are going to LOVE this book!' There are not that many books that I read an am all, 'Brothers AND Sisters are going to LOVE this book!'

I don't even think I need to tell y'all that the second that UVC is released into the world I will be on Amazon ordering a paperback and forcing all the siblings to read. Because when a book is as excellent as this one is, you've just got to share the love.

But not Asher. Because if there's anything I love more than a sexy genius, it's a sexy JEWISH genius.

Go add it to your Goodreads TBR pile. Now. Promise you, you won't regret it. And September 24th, one-click it so fast your finger falls off. 
Okay, not that fast. I'd like you to keep all your fingers.

Jamie Grey spent most of her childhood writing stories about princesses who saved the day and pretending to be a daring explorer. It wasn’t until much later that she realized she should combine the two.  Now, as a tech-obsessed gamer geek, her novels mix amazing scientific developments, future worlds, and the remarkable characters that live in them.

Jamie lives in Michigan with her boyfriend and their pets, who luckily tolerate her overspending on tea, books, and video games. You can learn more about her at, or follow her on twitter via @jamie_grey.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

WIP Marathon Check In #2

Happy Weekend, y'all!
Hope your week has been a fabulous and productive one, and I hope the weather wherever you are was as nice as it was here. Seriously, I was having a bit of an existential crisis about the gloriousness of it all, and then promptly got over that to move outside all week.
Oh, fall. I can see you coming. *Dreams of pumpkins and falling leaves*


WIP ISSUES THIS WEEK: Well, I'm still kind of trying to figure out exactly what's happening in this WIP.
KK! You might say. YOU WROTE ALMOST FORTY FREAKING THOUSAND WORDS. How do you NOT know what's happening in this WIP???
Um, I don't know.
But I have some idea? So that's something, right?

WHAT I LEARNED THIS WEEK IN WRITING: You CAN write nearly 24k in one week without having a plot whatsoever. Seriously. I say I'm a pantser, but I have never pantsed quite like this before. It's terrifying and wonderful at the same time.

WHAT DISTRACTED ME THIS WEEK: Temporary employment!
WOOOOOO!!! (Because, money, which is always a nice thing to have) But not wooo! because I wanted to squeeze in some more words. Because even though I have no plot for this, I seem to have things to write.
I will never understand my brain.

LAST 200 WORDS: I'm still neurotic, sorry. But let me see if I can scrounge for something short and fun...
“I think I’ve died and gone to underwear heaven,” whispers Carey.
I can only nod. 

Now, I'm off to go write more words because tomorrow I'm working a little, going to an engagement party AND a bridal shower.
Hope you're all having a marvelous weekend!

PS: Go say hi and wave your pompoms at the other #wipmarathon-ers here :)

Sunday, August 11, 2013

WIPMarathon Intro/Check In #1

*skids in* *collapses in heap*
As usual, I am super on time for EVERYTHING! 
This time can actually be blamed by the whole friend-got-married-August-first-thing. And then the two-days-to-get-home.
But I'm back (as mentioned on Wednesday), and now am writing ALL THE WORDS! :)
So, first I'll introduce, and then I'll check in. I suppose that makes sense. If not, sorry. It's medium-late, so my brain may not actually be making any sense. Not that that should come as a shock to anyone, but whatever.

MARATHON GOAL: Finish new WiP, currently untitled. Complete final revisions on HB. Possibly start revisions on OTGDY.
STAGE OF WRITING: (As of August 1st) Not sure which SNI will be the WiP to write. HB is out being read by the next group of wonderful, fabulous CP/betas, who I love. *smooshes* The first draft of OTGDY is finished, but a significant amount of research is going to have to get done before I can revise and add.
WHAT INSPIRED THE CURRENT PROJECT: (As of August 1st) I'm not sure yet, because I don't know which one I'm going to write.
WHAT MIGHT SLOW THE MARATHON GOAL: Well, the whole vacation/wedding thing of this past week. I'm Sabbath observant, which means I'm electronically MIA Friday night and Saturday. (Which means weekly posts will go up late Saturday night/early Sunday morning) Fridays are pretty insane, so that cuts them out for the most part. I'm actually still job hunting, so that is time consuming as well. But so would an actual job, so I guess there's that.

Okay! So now, on to check in week numero uno!

WIP ISSUES THIS WEEK: Well, I've picked which SNI to write now! Funny, because I partially started and plotted out a trilogy which I thought I'd start, but no. I was in the car with my friend, driving to the airport on Tuesday afternoon when a song came on. (Slight backstory: I was in LA for one of my BFF's wedding. Friend who was driving me had one of BFF's CD mixes in her car. Both BFF and I have bizarre and random taste in music) I had never heard it, and OH MY GOD y'all, it is possibly the most adorable little song ever. Seriously. When the song was over, I played it again, and it wouldn't get out of my mind, and all I could think about was it would be such a fun book.
I started writing in between flights, and managed to write a little over fourteen hundred words in three days. I'm not entirely sure of the whole plot, but I love this little WiP a LOT. And am listening to the song pretty much on repeat.
So now I have a genre and everything! Current WiP (Untitled) is a YA contemp.
You can have a million SNIs, but the one you need to be writing RIGHT NOW will show up when you least expect it.
WHAT DISTRACTED ME THIS WEEK: See, wedding and airplane travel with an eight hour stopover.
LAST 200: Hmm. I'm going to skip this, because A. I'm neurotic, and B. I'm drafting, so there's no telling any of it makes any sense in the slightest. Mostly A though.
But I will post a random line and try not to have a heart attack while doing so.
(remember, this is all first draft so it may not be final or normal or blah blah blah, etc.)
He glances down at my sandals. “Make sure they do not see those.”
I look down at my sandals. “Why?” They’re cute. There’s nail polish on my toes. I don’t have creepy Hobbit feet. 
And that, my darlings, is it for this week of updating! Which means now I should probably go write some more.
Happy weekend!

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Hi, Wednesday. (Also, I'm back! Mostly!)

*Tackle-hugs blog* *weeps tears of joy*

Where have I been since last I updated y'all?
*thinks back to last blog post*
Well, after the last What's Up Wednesday, I finished my draft of WiP (OTGDY), and started revisions on a previous MS, HB.
God bless the people who helped with this last round of revisions, as their wonderful notes and observations kind of forced me to rip apart the MS and make it around eleventy million times better. It's now at it's next round of CP/betas of awesome, so that's that.

Here's the thing about revising- it takes over your freakin' life. It consumes you. It makes you incapable of writing basically anything else. And having awesome revision buddies make everything better. *Snuggles with Revision Buddies*

Then I went to Los Angeles for one of my best friend's wedding. I'm actually typing this on the floor of MSP as I wait for my connecting flight to New York. It's an overnight stopover, and I haven't slept like a normal person since WAY BEFORE this trip, but it's all okay.
It's slightly ridiculous how good this coffee tastes. And how expensive it was, because, hello, airport coffee.
Oh, Wednesday, you're looking particularly fabulous this week.

So now that I'm all hyped up on coffee (HELLO, FIVE AM! *bounces*), I'm going to attempt to update you on this wonderful Wednesday.

WHAT I'M READING: It was almost a month, y'all. I read A LOT of books.
And I'm catching up on all my critiquing, which is excellent, because I am all sorts of far behind. I say this every time, but y'all? I have the most ridiculously talented friends.
Other than that, I've been reading all sorts of other things. Well, I finished Harry Potters 5-7, completing my HP Reread, and I forgot how much I loved them. Spoiler: Unhealthy levels of love. Other books? Something Like Normal by Trish Doller (LOVED!), Out of My Mind by Sharon Draper (actually, a reread), Inferno by Dan Brown (surprising, because it wasn't the usual Dan Brown plot), Whip It by Shauna Cross (fabulous and kick-ass), Faking It & Losing It, both by Cora Carmack (sweet), Left Drowning by Jessica Park... Y'ALL, IT WAS A MONTH. I don't remember everything I read.

Well, here's what I learned when flying cross-country for one of my best friend's wedding- that chances are, I won't be able to accomplish nearly as much as I thought I could in the realm of writing. Also, I won't always have internet, which won't really help for things like Twitter and updating Tumblr and I don't know, communicating with people.
But on the other hand, she got married, and it was beautiful and I cried the whole ceremony and we had ourselves a ridiculously fun time before and after the wedding and everything was magical even though I got a radioactive sunburn and now feel like a reptile.

That was a roundabout way of saying that I haven't really written so much in the past two weeks (and before then, I was eyeballs-deep in revisions.) I've actually added a couple more SNIs to the long, long, long list of SNIs, and am currently bobbing back and forth between two of them. This hopefully means I'll pick one to concentrate on this week, because while I CAN write two stories at the same time, I end up concentrating on one a lot more than the other.
Both of these SNIs are YA, which is a tad different than my NA-writing binge I've been on for most of the year. Both contemp, but very different subject matters. One based on the news, one based on a silly Irish song.

Figure out which WIP to concentrate on, and hit at least 12k on it (one is at 1300 and one is at 2500 now).
Catch up on critiquing/beta reading
Research for OTGDY (last MS)- there needs to be a ridiculous amount of research done before I can start preliminary revisions.
Find a job. (Yes. Still.)
Figure out life. (As long as I'm basically putting up my to do list on here, I may as well put this too, as it is on every to do list I ever write.)

I was in LA for two weeks (and San Diego for a day in a half), which in it of itself was a fascinating study of humanity. Not to mention the existential weather crisis I found myself in the midst of. (The weather is ALWAYS sunshine and happiness. It was bizarre.)
I got to hang out with the wonderful Jenny Kaczorowski and her adorable children, drink coffee and SQUEE with her over her PUBLISHING DEAL! I've been so fabulously lucky and have read The Extraordinary Art of Falling, and y'all? You are going to LOVE THIS BOOK. Mark the December calendars
I've been listening to buckets of Vitamin String Quartet, because they are all kinds of awesome. Before LA trip, I Pinterested like a crazy person, and will probably resume once I'm back home.
I have yet to upload the eleventy million pictures I took on the West Coast, but there are bunches of them, many featuring... the Pacific Ocean! And SEALS!!! that I saw in La Jolla.
And more ocean and then pictures of BFF who looked like a fairy princess at her wedding. *sniff*

I'm going to drink some more coffee now and try to do some writing before I get on Plane Number Two. Then I get to go home and try to make myself look presentable for another wedding.
Thursday? ALL THE WORDS, BABY. (And yes, there will probably be Twitter sprinting, so if you're sprinting too, say hi!)

*tackle-hugs everyone*

PS: I FORGOT!! Fun plane story: I'm on Plane Number One from LA to MSP, and it's still daytime. There were a plethora of kids on the flight, most of who behaved themselves, which was nice. We're all sitting there, doing the airplane thing, when all of a sudden, one of the kids (she was probably five or six), looks out the window and yells, "HEY EVERYONE! We're in Heaven!"
Cutest. Thing. Ever.

PPS: What's up with YOUR Wednesday? Blather all over your blog and add your link here!