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#MondayBlogs-Or, Does This Count Toward My #NaNoWriMo Words?

No? Then forget this! I’m outta here!

Kidding! Ok, if you’re like me and let the World Series, National Authors Day, Halloween, and the Earth turning distract you from research, then you’re scrambling right now. Like me. I have no sparkling wine, I ate all the Whopper candies (there weren’t a lot left), and we’re out of paper plates and coffee. I’m two days behind and need to go grocery shopping.

Sounds normal, right? Usually, it is, but not for NaNo. I’m usually a lot more proactive when it comes to November. What happened this year? The same thing that happens when you’re in a romantic relationship and Valentine’s Day rolls around. Or, you live with and care for your mom when it’s time for Mother’s Day. I write all. The. Time. NaNo is a normal month. The little kid part of me is thrilled about that, too. 😀

But really, I write nearly every day. The days I don’t? I’m researching new books, reading current releases, or learning how to improve my writing. Even when I’m goofing off? I’m doing something that helps my later work.

What makes NaNo special is the accountability. It makes my daily word count public instead of private. A shame, really, because I had some 5K days a week ago.

Anyone else doing NaNoWriMo this year? What did you forget? What did you remember? Bonus points if you work from home AND showered today!

Controversy!

Totally missed #MondayBlogs and am so not happy.  The only thing consistent in my life is inconsistency, something I dislike.

I seriously need to stop with the controversy in social media.  It’s tough not having an opinion about current events.  Or rather, hiding my opinion about current events.  I’ve spent 45 years of my life finding out what everyone else’s opinion was before voicing my own.  If mine didn’t agree with anyone else’s, I didn’t voice it at all.  Anyone who heard what I really thought about anything during those years?  I trusted them completely.

I like facts.  I like proof.  I love logic.  Based on experience and research, here is what I think about gun violence and violence against women.

There’s been a lot of talk about open carry and how people have the right to have any gun they want at any time they want, per the Second Amendment.  They want confrontation and heated argument about their rights.  I’m not sure how any gun by any one at any time is guaranteed in the amendment, but that’s fine.  They can have that right.  My right is, I can go to a public place and when seeing someone I don’t know packing heat, I can walk away.  I have the right to life just as much as they have the right to carry and I don’t have to be there on the assumption it’s safe.  Aw, but, they’re good people, you shouldn’t be afraid of them, some have said to me. Sure, I can believe that.  They may be the best person in the world, there to protect all of us.  But, if they’re in civilian clothes while carrying and I don’t know them, I’m leaving as quickly and quietly as possible.

#YesAllWomen was fun.  I didn’t realize how common or pervasive my security measures were until marrying my husband.  My locking the car door in a rural area, even, puzzled him.  As did me having car keys ready before leaving the store in broad daylight.  Walking fast in public?  He wondered why my habit wasn’t strolling, especially when we were just walking around sight seeing.  He saw no problems in going out to the car after dark, or running to the convenience store after 10pm.  Not until I balked at doing so, asking if he thought it was a good idea.  Why am I so ‘aware?’  One simple reason.  The bad guys look like the good guys and some of the best guys I know look mean.  NO man has ‘rapist’ tattooed on his forehead.  So, until I know them, I keep my distance, as do a lot of women. Even then, most sexual assaults are done by men familiar to their victims.  It’s so sad and wrong.

#YesAllPeople, though?  Domestic violence against men is not as pervasive.  Most men do not have to worry about being sexually assaulted by a stranger or their spouse.  There’s also not a lot of men kidnapped, raped, and left for dead. Maybe if we can get the domestic violence against women down to the level of domestic violence against men, we can all work on domestic violence against people.

Does all this not liking guns in public and saying alert when out in public with my daughter or alone make me a ‘cowering little bitch?’  No, I don’t think it does.  There have been many things I’ve done in my life that scared me.  And when possible, I did them twice precisely because I was still afraid of the second time.  So no, I don’t cower, not even when terrified.  The bitch part, though?  Good thing that whole tattooed on the forehead isn’t a trend or I’d not be fooling anyone. 😉

Next Post: What I learned at the RT Booklovers convention and other writerly things because who cares about anyone else’s opinion but their own?

Author Interview: Laura Stapleton for #MondayBlogs

Hey everyone!  You must run over to Book Bliss and read my interview over there.  I had such fun answering Lexi’s questions!  She’s one of those women who do more in an hour than most people do all day and I so admire that.  After you read my interview, stay a while and show her some love.  Her blog is wonderful.

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Please welcome the amazing Laura Stapleton to Book Bliss! Scroll on down to get to know here a little more, not to mention a list of spoilers!

With an overactive imagination and a love for writing, Laura Stapleton decided to type out her daydreams and what if’s. She currently lives in Kansas City with her husband, daughter, dog, and a few cats. When not at the computer, you’ll find her in the park for a jog or at the yarn store’s clearance section.

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– You write a collection of Oregon Trail novels- I love this game and can’t resist asking, any influence from the game when you thought up the idea?

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Wait, what? Wednesday already?!

I totally missed Monday and Tuesday was taken up by a migraine and housecleaning.  Throw holidays and crowded everywhere into the mix and it’s all yikes!

So anyway to the writing news…Chapter three of Undesirable is finally done.  In all seriousness, giving birth took less time and was less painful.  Saying there’s no way four could be as difficult to write would be inviting trouble for a visit.

I have all sorts of theories as to why three was a problem child.  My main theory is my converting the prior work to enhanced work.  The first draft of Undesirable covered the first third of the Oregon Trail, something Undeniable already did.  Not wanting Undeniable to be 900 pages long, I ended the story after the first third, letting Nick and Beth having their implied happily ever after (HEA).  Then, Undesirable could be Sam and Marie’s story, taking place over the middle third of the Trail. What did this mean?  I had to go in and take out their meeting, make sure key scenes happened at the landmarks they needed to happen at, and tell the reader the characters’ backstories without sounding goofy, as in:

Sam: Hi, Marie.  I see you brought that saloon gal’s dress you bought in New Orleans where you used to live.

Marie: Hi, Sam.  I sure did.  You’ve not seen it before because I kept it in my wagon until now from Independence, MO to here at Fort Laramie.  I suppose you could have seen it at Fort Kearny, but I had reasons to not wait to interest my husband, who is older than me, in, um, me.

It’s called exposition and I really try not to use it a lot.  I also tend to laugh when other writers use it, not in a bad way, just in a “Ooh, Chulo, you did a cop out right there!” Sometimes, there’s just no other way to get the info in there so the reader isn’t wondering what the heck???  I can’t think of anything I’ve read in the past couple of years that stood out as excessive, so everyone is doing good. 🙂

In case anyone is curious, Uncivilized finishes up the trail with Ellen and Del’s story.  Although Del is delicious, I’m not sure I want to keep that as his name.  We’ll see.  It’s too close to Dag, and I think we’re all disappointed with where he ended up so far.  No spoilers, you’ll have to read Undeniable for yourself.

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In Which I Distract With Pretty Colors

Why? Because the only writing news I have is I’m working on it! Undesirable is open and I’m typing like a fiend when I can. Who isn’t busy this time of the year? Even people who are done with the Christmas shopping, decorating, all that, are super busy having fun. Doesn’t that sound like a great thing to be, too busy to do anything else but have fun. I could so go for that as a career. 😀

Now. Back to figuring out how to get my hero into serious trouble…

Questions!

I love questions!  I checked my email via the ipod way too late last night and found Nina’s comment with questions.  How tough was it to not hop out of bed to answer?  Very!  So now I get to finally answer, now that animals are fed and the laundry is drying!

As an overall answer, oop.  This sort of thing is what happens when a writer knows everything about the characters.  It’s also why I’ve hired a fantastic editor from now on to catch the “I know YOU know, but how are we to know?” things.

1) David was so honest, why didn’t he tell Jane of Susan’s visits? Or her texts and e-mails? Did he cheat on Jane that’s why he didn’t tell her?

This one gave me something to think about in the telling people for their own good department.  Susan’s behavior was predictable and ineffective despite her best efforts to seduce him.  Ew, right?  Outright telling Jane would have hurt her for no reason, and he really should have come clean, because when asked, he couldn’t just lie to her.

2) Why does her mom and sister hate her so much?

There is a clue in the dinner conversation and a deeper meaning I probably could have explored.  Susan and Jane were twins, as you know, and at Easter we learn the twin part was very unexpected.  Maybe their mom was thrilled with both girls, but the work of twins wore her down and she blamed Jane for everything.  She made a handy scapegoat.  Plus, with Jane trying to prove herself all her life gave them the idea that Jane thinks she’d better than us and the resentment turned to hate.  It’s a funny thing, and the deeper meaning is when you like someone, you tend to think they can do no wrong.  When you dislike someone, you tend to think they can do no right.

3) Why the heck was David with Susan at the coffee shop? Seems like they were too chummy to me. Didn’t he hate her???? She’s scum, married to his best friend and Pregnant! Hello!

Alan has a way of pushing off his responsibilities, and Susan is one of them.  If I didn’t already have a story for The Very Worst Man, I’d totally use his behavior as the plot device.   At any rate, Dave is a bit of a pushover at times, which Alan knows and uses to his own advantage.  In the coffee shop scene, Dave had a “Fine.  Let’s get this over with,” attitude on helping Susan, grabbing some coffee, and just being done.  The problem is it’s in Jane’s point of view, so we can’t know his thoughts until later and by then he’s preoccupied with why Jane isn’t at the baby shower.  That makes it handy for conflict, but doesn’t answer the question of “What the heck were you thinking!?” earlier.

Does that help? Fingers crossed that it does and by all means, ask me more questions if you have any! 😀 

Beware the Ides of November!

The Very Best Man<-Click me!

Or maybe not beware so much as be aware!  Why?  Because if you wanted The Very Best Man to go on sale, here’s your chance!  Starting November 15th at 8am CST, it’ll be reduced to 99 cents.

November 16th at 8am?  It jumps to $1.99 until November 17th when the story hits its usual price of $2.99

Why a sale on a newly released book?  Because I wanted to see how Amazon’s new promotion setup works.  Maybe not the very best reason, but a fun one anyway.

In other news, November is jam packed with activity, food, and veterans.  Should I mention furious writing?  National Novel Writing Month is something I am participating in this year in an effort to churn out Undesirable, the second in my Oregon Trail Series.  The food part, you’d guess is Thanksgiving, and would be a third of the way to correct.  My husband’s birthday and Veteran’s Day are big food days around here, too.  Mentioning veterans, it’s the month I get busy on finding veterans who need a little extra help at Christmas for our American Legion Auxiliary to help.  There are more who need just the bare necessities and a little bit of our help gives them the chance to get ahead and stop having to live afraid.

I know I’m supposed to be focused on the writing, on informing everyone about my books, and I intend to keep on doing that.  However, if everyone reading this could do a little bit extra for a food pantry this year, that would be awesome.  Yeah, there’s a lot of charities with their hands out, so just pick one you know can deliver the help to who needs it and go with that, no pressure.

In the meantime, I’ll be writing, donating, and appreciating that one guy I married who happens to be a veteran himself.

One of those days.

Maybe it’s really one of THOSE days.  The one where you keep holding out hope that things will be ok.  That after every downturn, you’ll ratchet up the ‘it’ll be ok’ in your heart and believe it.  Until the next downturn.  Still, you try again, thinking maybe this new solution will do the trick.

We lost a pet today.  Not the worst thing to ever happen to someone, no.  I’ve endured worse.  And yet, this one was tough.  The little guy had a good ten years left in him.  The one time he isn’t keen on his food, the boy loved his dinner, and I knew something was very wrong with him.  I didn’t sleep well last night.

At the vet’s first thing in the morning, not so bad, let’s see.  Back at the vet, it’s not good, maybe surgery.  During surgery, we could either try to fix him or let him go.  The fix wasn’t recommended.  So, we three said goodbye to a cat that was a friend during a scary and sad time for me.  Unconditional love from a cat?  He gave it and got it, too.

I have others I should have told before any blog readers.  It’d be the right thing to do, I suppose.  My ache is still too fresh in the heart to give the news and hear “Why didn’t you…?”, “You should of…,” and other sentences that tell me I didn’t do enough for the animal to save his life.  I’m not in the mood for it now, and don’t know if I ever will be.

I had serious plans for today of serious work on Undesirable.  I wanted to write glorious scenes set in the vast, dry plains of Wyoming along the Sweetwater river.  Instead, I’ll wait until tomorrow to zone out and give way to the movies/stories in my head.

 

Feels Like Monday

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Something fun for Monday Tuesday.  My husband has been taking Monday’s off to use up the vacation he’ll lose otherwise.  So I’m having three day weekends from now until the end of the year, which sounds fun, and mostly is.  I’m easily distracted by him, and it’s not his fault.

In writerly news, I’m having my two released books edited by someone who isn’t me.  I have a lot of readers who are reading for fun and catching the character, plot, and continuity errors.  What I’ve needed is someone to find the things that slip through, like missing words you assume are there, things corrected that have messed up other words, and the ever popular missing quotes.  As in, He said, “I don’t think you should break up these sentences.” They work better together.”

Plus, since I have a bit of a migraine, I’m totally NOT working today.  With one of these, everything wrong looks right and I’ll have to spend most of tomorrow fixing what I broke today.  Thus, it’s all no-brainer stuff on my agenda.  I can spend all day tomorrow writing, reading, and doing other brain stuff.

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