Riiiight so, guess who hasn't been updating anything? Or really writing? Or much of anything besides work and minecraft and working out? Hey PS did I mention work? Like actual money creating job, which is awesome in that money but not awesome in that, I have to wake up at like 7:30. Who does that. (Hint: basically the rest of the world)
Right so anyway, what brings about this random new splurge in updating? I totally randomly checked out my Amazon page for the book and...lo and behold there was a new review there. As in one I hadn't ever seen. And what's more it was totally from someone I didn't personally beg to write it. Which means...someone I don't personally know actually read the damn thing and then actually liked it enough to write a review about it. Like whoa. Really? That's fucking amazing. Like that was the ENTIRE reason I even bothered going through the whole thing. Totally just made my existence.
So now that I know someone besides me actually read it (and I didn't pay them to haha) I now totally want to get back to the sequel. Which is ever so slightly hard to do because I've been like...stupidly happy. Boyfriend, job, working out, like....I haven't got time to be depressed and write twenty pages a night. Which is possibly the best excuse why I haven't been writing (sorry can't write today, life's too awesome....) but again really any excuse is kind of a cop out. My bad. So I am going to go back to trying to write every night and get some real progress made on it. Writers should be able to write in any mood really, and also it'll give me something to think about at work besides well...work.
Or, when the hell did I get crazy enough to write a book?
Showing posts with label fuck it let's do this. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fuck it let's do this. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Well this is embarrassing...
So I haven't died. I have been in fact going to physical therapy. And looking for work. And other hobbies. What I have not been doing...is writing. Which I intend to totally start doing again. For real. Know why?
I totally signed up to participate in the 2012 NaNoWriMo. I am 100% taking a write a novel in a month challenge to get me to work on my sequel. And, for extra fun, you can totally follow me and my progress and whatnot at http://www.nanowrimo.org. My handle is Misszaius. Right like Dr. Zaius from Planet of the Apes only Miss cause I'm a girl, right? So you can add me, follow me, stalk me, yell at me for being a major procrastinator, whatever you like. And of course I will attempt to update this blog with my progress from this whole write a damn novel in a month challenge. Cause holy hell it took me a year last time and they want fifty thousand words in thirty days? The math on this makes my brain hurt. And if the sequel is anything like the first book (hint: it is) it will be closer to double that size. Which I guess means I need to stop obsessively watching Honey Boo Boo and actually get to work.
For anything else taking the whole NaNoWriMo challenge, holy shit good luck. And good luck to me. Cause I am totally going to need it.
I totally signed up to participate in the 2012 NaNoWriMo. I am 100% taking a write a novel in a month challenge to get me to work on my sequel. And, for extra fun, you can totally follow me and my progress and whatnot at http://www.nanowrimo.org. My handle is Misszaius. Right like Dr. Zaius from Planet of the Apes only Miss cause I'm a girl, right? So you can add me, follow me, stalk me, yell at me for being a major procrastinator, whatever you like. And of course I will attempt to update this blog with my progress from this whole write a damn novel in a month challenge. Cause holy hell it took me a year last time and they want fifty thousand words in thirty days? The math on this makes my brain hurt. And if the sequel is anything like the first book (hint: it is) it will be closer to double that size. Which I guess means I need to stop obsessively watching Honey Boo Boo and actually get to work.
For anything else taking the whole NaNoWriMo challenge, holy shit good luck. And good luck to me. Cause I am totally going to need it.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
A victory and a reflection
There's something terribly scary about going the do-it-yourself route. I did in fact publish my book for the Kindle on Amazon using their little Kindle Publishing bit. It's in review now, and will be available to buy (with any luck) for $.99 in 12 to 48 hours. But, let's take a step back first because I'm pretty sure this is what shock feels like.
Yesterday I decided that today was my deadline to publish my book. It's been written for ages, I finished editing it, formatting it, the works. I decided I needed a cover. I went to art school yes, but I have not drawn anything in years. Luckily I have art friends that actually DO draw and do it well. Unfortunately, as I am also a horrible procrastinator, I decided I needed a cover in approximately 24 hours. Thank god for Ashley because not only did she do it but she did it beautifully.
So, now we have book, cover, synopsis, keywords, tags, the works. And I discover I am too scared to hit the publish button. Wait. What? I've been working on this damn book for over a year, the entire goal was to get published or do it my damn self, and now my damn self is too scared to do it? Why exactly? Because I was worried that once it was published and people read it, that it would be horrible. Or that I'd never get picked up and then I could never write again and then I'd just have to be a crazy cat lady and start hoarding coffee tins or something equally uninteresting. If I never published it then I could keep it all to myself and say, 'oh yeah it's fantastic you should totally read it' but then never have to account for it. I could just hide it away from the world and covet it like Gollum. The precious, yesssss.
But that is not now nor has that ever been who I am. My entire outlook on life borders on a slightly psychotic view of 'fuck it let's do this'. I texted my mom that I was scared to hit a button and release my novel into the world and her response was simply, "Don't be. This is what you love." And she is right. I don't care if it gets good reviews or bad. I don't care if one squatter in Malaysia is the only other person to order it besides me. I don't care if I never get picked up and have to print all my books myself with a Gutenberg press because I'm old-school like that. Like it or not, if I could only do one thing for the rest of my life then I want it to be writing. And if I have to write on paper napkins while making hamburgers at McDonald's, then that's what I'm going to do. Day jobs are day jobs and I'm ok with that if I get to do what I love in my free time.
For all of you fellow writers out there, then I guess this is my sort of insane advice. Write. A lot. Like an absolutely fuck-ton. And send it to people. To all kinds of people, even the ones you know are going to hate it. And if you know an agent then totally blow them to get published because I assume that is way easier to do that doing it yourself. But if you don't....then fuck it, do it yourself. You have words. You want to share them with the world. We can do that now, on our own. And if no one else reads your words except some homeless squatter in Malaysia, then count it as a victory.
Yesterday I decided that today was my deadline to publish my book. It's been written for ages, I finished editing it, formatting it, the works. I decided I needed a cover. I went to art school yes, but I have not drawn anything in years. Luckily I have art friends that actually DO draw and do it well. Unfortunately, as I am also a horrible procrastinator, I decided I needed a cover in approximately 24 hours. Thank god for Ashley because not only did she do it but she did it beautifully.
So, now we have book, cover, synopsis, keywords, tags, the works. And I discover I am too scared to hit the publish button. Wait. What? I've been working on this damn book for over a year, the entire goal was to get published or do it my damn self, and now my damn self is too scared to do it? Why exactly? Because I was worried that once it was published and people read it, that it would be horrible. Or that I'd never get picked up and then I could never write again and then I'd just have to be a crazy cat lady and start hoarding coffee tins or something equally uninteresting. If I never published it then I could keep it all to myself and say, 'oh yeah it's fantastic you should totally read it' but then never have to account for it. I could just hide it away from the world and covet it like Gollum. The precious, yesssss.
But that is not now nor has that ever been who I am. My entire outlook on life borders on a slightly psychotic view of 'fuck it let's do this'. I texted my mom that I was scared to hit a button and release my novel into the world and her response was simply, "Don't be. This is what you love." And she is right. I don't care if it gets good reviews or bad. I don't care if one squatter in Malaysia is the only other person to order it besides me. I don't care if I never get picked up and have to print all my books myself with a Gutenberg press because I'm old-school like that. Like it or not, if I could only do one thing for the rest of my life then I want it to be writing. And if I have to write on paper napkins while making hamburgers at McDonald's, then that's what I'm going to do. Day jobs are day jobs and I'm ok with that if I get to do what I love in my free time.
For all of you fellow writers out there, then I guess this is my sort of insane advice. Write. A lot. Like an absolutely fuck-ton. And send it to people. To all kinds of people, even the ones you know are going to hate it. And if you know an agent then totally blow them to get published because I assume that is way easier to do that doing it yourself. But if you don't....then fuck it, do it yourself. You have words. You want to share them with the world. We can do that now, on our own. And if no one else reads your words except some homeless squatter in Malaysia, then count it as a victory.
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