Archive for May, 2010


Officially Moved!

I’ve moved my blog to Blogspot! I get to do more with my blog over there so get there and check out my new site: http://jadedlovejunkie.blogspot.com

I transported posts, but I wasn’t able to transport comments, but that’s okay.  We can start from scratch.

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Yes, I’m signing on for most of these contests, so I don’t know why in the world I’d try to drum up more competition for myself, but I can be crazy like that sometimes.  I like to share the goods, I suppose…

First off, go nuts with this Story by Comment contest posted by Krista V.  You just need to continue the story from the previous comment in 100 words or less.  She has lots of great prizes to choose from.  Contest ends May 17.

You can win DECEPTION by Lee Nichols from Suzie Townsend.  Swing by her blog and click to follow.  Contest ends May 30.  Suzie is an agent with Fineprint Literary Agency and posts valuable writerly info.  You must take a look at the query stats she posted on Saturday.

Briana posted a contest here with a huge prize pack of four books by HarperTeen:

  • Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver
  • The Heart is Not a Size by Beth Kephart
  • The Reckoning by Kelley Armstrong
  • Voices of Dragons by Carrie Vaughn

Swing by her blog and follow to enter.  Her deadline is May 16.

Miss Snark has posted info for the May Secret Agent contest. This time, she’s opening two 25-entry submission windows to accommodate those in distant time zones.  Submissions will be accepted on Monday, May 17.  Check the post for times and rules.  The mystery agent wants full ms in children’s lit: Chapter, MG, YA.  Good luck to all of you and may you have fast fingers to get your ms in.

Candyland is celebrating her 100 Follower mark with TWO giveaways.  Win a query or first chapter critique.  Candace, you’re going to have the most fun with me (well, your pic will)!  Deadline is May 20, noon ESD.

The Alliterative Allomorph is hosting an Internal Conflict Blogfest tomorrow.  Click here to sign up.  Post your blog up to 1000 words tomorrow(12 May).  I can’t wait to see the conflict flying around the web!

CHOCOLATE!  Okay, got your attention.  Yes, you can win chocolate, a copy of WD’s Children’s Writer’s and Illustrator’s Market (enough ‘s in there?), or a copy of Fame, Glory, and Other Things on My To Do List by Janette Rallison over at Janet Sumner Johnson’s fresh new blog.  Hurry for this one!  It ends midnight EDT, Wed, May 12.

Speaking of Janet and her new blog, I came across her post about her decision to split.  This was rather timely because I just started blogging, and I quickly noticed some frustrating limitations with my current blog service.  Now that I’ve checked out Blogger, I’m sold on moving my blog.  My current service doesn’t allow me to change my CSS without paying for an upgrade.  Me (single-wage earner) + five children + husband going to college = no upgrade.

However, I just about flipped somersaults when I learned Blogger lets you put in your own code without charging you.  Plus I can now use Google Friend Connect, which WordPress won’t allow (guess it makes sense; they are competitors).  Well, WP, it was nice while it lasted, but you’ve lost me.  My Blogger site is currently under construction, but I’ll post when I’m ready to move.  Hopefully, this will make it easier for all you peeps in the blogosphere to find and follow me.

Google is awesome.  Interesting post here by Eric at Pimp My Novel on Google Editions, Google’s answer to Amazon and Apple.  What do you think about having over 4 million ebooks at your fingertips?

I am not a social creature.  Don’t get me wrong.  I know a lot of people, and these people actually like me, but butterfly I am not (that’s you, Iyanna).

I bring this up because first I read Elana’s post the other day.  I’m still amazed at her ability to take those bleh feelings and turn them into some positive encouragement. 

I’d definitely been reading a lot of blogs lately addressing the hard work and dedication and love of the craft of writing involved in making it into a career.  It seems most writers have gone through those questioning moments of self-doubt.

Then I read this post today on Candyland’s blog.  It’s true we write for ourselves first before others, and I’m glad to be reminded of it.  I also read several posts on success stories, including this post announcing Frankie Diane Mallis’ signing with an agent. 

The combination of all these posts beset me with some strange, mixed up feelings, and it was suddenly clear to me that I am a little terrified. 

Yes, I worry a bit that I won’t get an agent, won’t get published, and won’t get good reviews, but I just began my journey.  I have time.  I was surprised, however, at my gut-wrenching reaction to the idea of getting what I want. 

What if I got an agent?  What if I get published?  What if I was successful?  Then what?  People will see me.  There will be expectations to meet, obligations and responsibilities beyond what I’ve experienced, and that’s where my self-doubt lies.

I would love to offer a tidbit of encouragement, but as I haven’t yet achieved that level of wild success, I suppose I will just have to learn about what happens next in the steps to publication.  That way my fear will be battled, slain and finally put to rest by the time I eventually get there.

Anyone have tips for conquering the fear of success?  Any insights on why someone would be afraid in the first place?

The Captive…

“So this is what we’ve been fighting all this time,” she sighed.  “He just looks like a man.  Men can be reasoned with sometimes.  Not you, of course.”  She tossed him a sly look.

“Appearances are on the surface, my dear.  He’s very different from us.  Very deadly to us.  It’s important to remember that when you deal with him, especially now.  I am hopeful, though, we may yet keep him alive long enough to reason with him.”

“How long before he wakes up again?”

“Should be another two hours or so.”

“So I’ll be okay in here by myself for a little while.  Long enough for you to get his labs?”

“Emelia, you promised.”

“I know.  Just asking.”  He let out an exaggerated sigh and finally nodded, sending a mock salute as he left the room.  She turned back, looking again at the vamp’s tattoos, wondering if they had some meaning or if they were just body art.  Perhaps he was different from the other vamps because they have different classes of people or like human men and women were different.  Still they’d encountered the same results with autopsies of the females, all black-eyed, single-heart, etc.

“Gabriel,” she whispered, trying out his name.  His eyes opened at the soft sound.  Emma’s feet rooted to the ground.  She wanted to back away, but her body wouldn’t obey, her heart a hummingbird beating against her chest.

Several moments passed before Emma finally took a deep, unsteady breath and saw he just studied her curiously with those silver eyes, no growls or snarls, no bared fangs.

“You can’t hurt me right now,” she said more to reassure herself.  “You’re strapped to this table, so you can’t hurt me again.”

His gaze roamed over her, lingering over her full rosy lips, deep emerald eyes and heart-shaped face.  He said nothing.

“Can you understand me?”  No response.  “Do you know where you are?”

She saw no fear, not even a little.  The irony struck her that she’d been so terrified of him earlier when he was the one kidnapped, maliciously wounded and strapped on a table in an empty white chamber to be drugged and stabbed with needles and waking to a strange woman staring at him.  Something about the situation pulled at her in an odd way

I’ve updated the design of my blog, and I really think I’m liking it quite a lot.  Check it out and let me know what you think.  Unfortunately, I can’t get it to display properly at work, but it helps when you don’t run a fossil of a browser like IE 6!!!  It’s just lovely on my Firefox portable.

Well, a couple more additions to my blog:  I decided I’d add a page about the books I’m working on.  You must check out the page because the pic is delish(!)  and very creative on the part of Mr. Lluesma, who has artistically removed the real man’s actual tattoo (a line of text) from his ribs and added the gorgeously done new ones.  The amazing fact is I described Gabriel’s tattoos before I ever saw Javier’s photomanipulation that pretty much dead on matched what I envisioned.

Oh, yeah.  Almost forgot.  I will also post little clips from the book each week.  Yes, my family & friends, this is for you because it’s the only way you’ll ever read any of it, you darn non-paranormal, non-romance readers!  No offense to the few who have read for me.  Alas, my kids are too young to read the adult content.

Anyone else have troubles getting loved ones to beta read for you???

Sunny Side Up Today

Whew!  What a crazy last couple of weeks it’s been, thus why I’ve been blogone lately.  I’ve decided early this morning that the mood of the day shall be “optimistic.”  Why?  Because I need a little of it to keep my sanity!  And truly, if I don’t make myself look at the bright side every once in a while, I’ll spiral down into a deep pit in which I only write horror where the good guys all die at the end and the demons inherit the earth.

First on my optimism agenda, I had to address my job.  It’s only natural considering I live where I work.  I have to admit it can be pretty awesome.  Just check out the pic.  We shot over 220 rounds from our 5” gun the week we went out to sea.  Makes me proud–*tear* love you Combat Systems/Weps!  You’ll have to check out my Facebook photos for last year’s missile shoot, and any true patriot will have even the hairs at the nape of their neck saluting at that sight.  Sometimes I’m so busy complaining, I forget to remember I could never have lasted thirteen years of this without being strongly patriotic. ‘Nuff said here.

Next, my home-purchasing endeavors are beginning to pay off.  Didn’t get the house we first offered on, but the second was a winner.  I am more than happy to run with it as I realized last week that it had been my #1 pick from the listings my husband sent me.  Now, if only I could actually see the home before I buy it…  Nope, not likely.  But I did see lots of great pics–5brm/3ba with a tree swing, playhouse, garden area, fire pit.  Yep, definitely something to be optimistic about.

Lately I’ve been reading a lot of blog posts about perseverance and optimism when it comes to writing, and I’m really glad I’ve come across these posts because trying to become a published author is a somewhat discouraging business by nature.  The authors write from a personal place and therefore take rejection personally at times.  I really needed to see how much work is involved in crafting and marketing a worthy piece of literature. 

And after much research, I’ve also concluded that agents, editors and publishers are not truly evil, but are actually on our side.  They are the buffer between the writers and the cold, hard truth of economics and technology.  They do the best they can with the resources they have.  And in return, we’ll spill our blood and guts to write as close to perfection as a writer can call it (since we all know we’re never done with our work).  Maybe, just maybe, if I learn all this at the front end, it won’t take me three years to get an agent, and that, my friends, is optimism!

So I’ve shared what I’m optimistic about.  Now, where has the optimism bug bitten you?