The New Idea

Alright, so I outlined a new story.

This one is going to stay young adult this time, dammit.

Let’s have looksie into the story shall we:

  • It involves dragons.
  • It involves … I don’t really want to say time travel, but kind of.
  • We have the classic love story.
  • MAGIC (I think this was an obvs one, if you have dragons and no magic, I’d be confused).
  • A curse.

I need to do some research, so there is a trip to the library in my future, but I am excited to write this story.

I was worried about another idea and now I have one, I just have to write it. And not take a dozen years to finish it.

I don’t think I’m back in the writing groove yet though because I think I’ve started the first chapter a couple times already and failed. But I still have a good feeling about this idea.

Happy writing everyone.



So, my birthday is on Friday and I totally forgot how old I was going to be.

I had to pull out a calculator because I couldn’t actually think about it.

I remember watching TV where there were characters in their twenties and I would think things like “I won’t do that when I’m that old” or “I can’t wait to be that old”.

There are still points in time where I think those things, but then I have a reality check of: “Oh, I’m older than that”. Thankfully with the “I hope I won’t/don’t” statement, at least I can say, for the most part, that I haven’t done those things.

It’s that second statement that gets me. The waiting to be old enough to do things.

I mean, there are plenty of things I wish I could have had accomplished by now, but I can’t say I regret anything.

I do love my life, and I do want to go forward and actually accomplish some of those goals that I’ve missed out on so far.

But honestly, being happy and having my family be happy is the best thing. We have our ups and downs, but for the most part the ups definitely outnumber the downs.

Happy birthday to me!

PPWC 2014

Oh happy day!

Registration opened today for Pikes Peak Writers Conference 2014.
This year they have a payment plan which makes things easier on me since I have to deal with some unfortunate events currently and there isn’t a lot of free money around, but I was able to make the first two payments today.

This year I think I am going to stay at the Marriot instead of drive back and forth, I was so exhausted doing it before, and I want to be able to enjoy everything.
The hubs will probably join me the night of the banquet so that’ll be new this year too.
I can’t wait until April!

The Next Book

I think one of my biggest fears when finishing this book was: “Do I have another one in me?”

I read blogs by writers where they say they get idea after idea after idea for stories and can’t get them down fast enough.

I guess I’ve never really been that lucky.

Ideas for stories do come to me occasionally, but fleshing them out to “book like” versus a two sentence idea has never been easy. Sometimes I can’t even take it from those two sentences to a fleshed out idea.

When I finished Goddess Born, this cold fear came over me that it would stop there. That the wonderful love of writing would end there because I didn’t have an idea for another book.

I realized though that I did notate some concepts down, plus I also had an idea for a couple other characters in my existing world that I could flesh out. Then Lynn’s story from Goddess Born could also have a second book to it as well if I really wanted.

So, while I want to let Goddess Born sit aside to rest for awhile and let some readers look over it, my plan is to go through those ideas and see how far I can flesh them out.

I don’t want this fear to take me over and my old ideas are putting it into the area of a dull ache, let’s hope I can find the next book out there.

Goddess born

Okay, after that long entry on my actual writing journey. I wanted to go over my book’s journey itself.

My finished novel has a name, something I thought I’d never decide on but finally did: Goddess Born.

GB started as a story idea when I first got it in my head to write but the story that came to me in my dream when I was 12 is nowhere near the same story that I have today. If anything, that story when I was 12 became 3 stories, two of which I probably won’t write, or if I do it’ll really be for a torturous please, rather than trying to get them published.

The concept itself started in our world, an unnamed big city. I was definitely unseasoned because it took years before I gave names to places. My main character who went through constant name changes was a thief.

She was also able to change forms into a tiger.

I thought it was a brilliant idea. I mean, we all knew about werewolves, but who’d ever heard about were-tigers. I hadn’t.

Eventually that story evolved away from my original character, who by the end was left with the name Selene, her story will be an interesting one if I decide to write it because she definitely lived a tortured life in the end.

The first change that happened in the story is that I included setting and realized that it couldn’t be in our world so I tried my hands and world building. I think I did okay there.

The next change was the character who took her place, Selene’s daughter Lynn.

But she was still a were-tiger. I still think it’s an awesome idea though the idea of different weres has been popular lately.

It still took a couple years before I really came up with a solid plan, basically the year of NaNo 2011. That’s when I started getting an idea of where I wanted this story to go, but I was still flying by the seat of my pants thinking I didn’t need no stinkin’ outline.

I’ve come to realize I need a stinkin’ outline.

Having an outline gave me a plan.

In 2012 was when I really sat down and wrote that outline out. Writing that outline helped me nail down my concept instead of guessing. I could have saved myself years of work, hopefully I can keep that in mind for future projects.

So, after two conferences and a lot of blog hopping, plus books that I’ve read myself I learned that it took more than a story to sell a book, you had to meet requirements for genre and make sure the story didn’t go off in to topics that didn’t fit that genre. We all know there is some lee-way, but there are some definite no-nos in some genres.

My book started as a young adult book but moved to a little older, mostly because what was happening really wouldn’t be found in young adult books.

I knew the term New Adult is floating around, I guess you can put it in that slot, but for now I am just saying it’s a paranormal romance.

Let’s get some embarrassing stats out of the way now that we’ve finished with the novel other then some niceties:

The original book as of end of September 2013:
Book ended up with 63 chapters and an epilogue. It was 193K words (I threw up all over those pages). Those 193K words took up 637 double spaced pages.

The second draft as of November 2013:
Book ended up with 50 chapters and an epilogue.I brought it down to 83K words. I was amazed I was even able to do that! Those words brought it to an amazing 361 double spaced pages.

Now with this book cut down significantly my hubs is reading over it. He’s brilliant and catches a lot of pesky grammar, spelling and consistency errors that I tend to trip over myself if I’m not careful.

I have some others reading it as well so I can get some feedback as well as the fact that I put it into the Zebulon contest for Pikes Peak Writers Conference 2014.

Hopefully people like it.

Now on to the next project, whatever that may be!

The honest truth

This entry is going to be hard to write. And probably long.

I’ll apologize now.

I wanted to really point out how my writing process failed me and how we’re all different.

I wish I could be that writer that finished a book in a few months. But, I just didn’t understand the idea of writing when I started.

It was a release. A therapy for all those pent up emotions. I never took it seriously.

I want to give you an idea of writing got in my blood. So here’s a handy-dandy timeline:

1998-ish: I get in my head that I want to write. I’m about twelve or so. I start by writing really bad poetry which I’ve posted here from the later years. I also have a dream about this awesome story that I start writing right away.

2001-ish: I’m in high school and have been playing at this writing thing for about three years or so. Still mostly poetry, but I have that pesky dream-story that I keep like a journal. A life I wish I could have, a combination of so many things I read about that I gobbled up. The wonderful thing about high school: creative writing class as an elective. I get to learn more about this writing thing. I share my poetry in class, but don’t even talk about my “story” concept. It’s PRIVATE.

2005: I graduate high school, writing has still been with me. I helped with the literary journal (this really should be in quotation marks because it was a student made magazine of sorts where pretty much anything that was submitted got published), but I was too chicken to submit anything myself.

2008-ish: I’m about 21 by the time I realize that writing is something I really like to do, I still treat different story ideas as a journal it’s basically the most private thing I have. I’ve just met a guy (later to be my husband) who asks to read it, and he’s really the first person I’ve ever shared it and my passion with. I’m also in college at this point, I submit a poem to the literary magazine they put out once a year. It’s accepted and I get a burst of unexpected pleasure.

2010: I’m married by the end of the year, my husband for the last few years that we’ve been dating has been encouraging me to write, but I still treat this like a journal, I don’t have an serious ambition with it but I have a general idea of how the story begins and ends. Just not much about that pesky middle.

2011: I have a mental panic attack. Can I really write? There are so many people out there being published, where would I even begin this process? Up to this point, I never really looked in to the publishing world or the peer-system that is out there for other people like me. I thought it was private for everyone, that once you finished a novel you could publish it. Let’s face it I was naïve.

November/December 2011: In my exploring of the world of writing, I discover just how large the world of writing is and how much I don’t know. Part of this exploration was reading other writers’ blogs, I realize that writers do signings and readings and start to go them (Tattered Cover and Barnes and Noble are amazing!) and I learn about another amazing opportunity. Conferences, I register for my first conference.

April 2012: Go to my first conference and I realize, again, just how much I don’t know. But I am inspired even more to start sharing my writing and trying to finish this craft. Honestly, after this conference was when I got the real push to finish what I had first dreamed about long ago.

November 2013: It takes over a year, as well as another conference, before that novel gets finished.

People, in case you can’t do math, that transition for me took fifteen years.

I know I’m not alone out there, but I am embarrassed at the length of time it really took me to get serious about something I loved so much.

I want to be better and I plan to do it. No more taking fifteen years to realize a dream. I want to write and I want to write a lot.

Through the 15 years, I’ve realized I have to plan. If I don’t, I’ll never succeed.

I have to set goals, but not be upset if I don’t succeed right away, I will get there.

I want to be a better blogger, we’ll see how that goes.

Maybe one day I’ll have another bullet to add to that list, or several like getting an agent and getting published.

Dreams do come true, you just have to be willing to work for them.

Week six

Ladies and gentleman, I am done!

I wanted to keep the ball rolling, and I went above and beyond what I expected.

This week was the biggest success with a total of 22 chapters! But I think the easy part of this was that most of these chapters didn’t require many changes, just word cutting. It was a little easier. But I am still proud of myself.

Here is what I did:

Monday 11/4: I finished 4 chapters
Tuesday 11/5: I finished 4 chapters
Wednesday 11/6: I finished 3 chapters
Thursday 11/7: I finished 6 chapters –my best day ever!!
Friday 11/8: I finished 5 chapters

Being done earlier than expected is a wonderful feeling.

Writing “The End” until I make smaller edits is bittersweet.

Look for an honest account of what my writing process was and what I plan to do now next week.