This is exactly how I feel today. You?
Monday Funnies: How Long Does It Take to Fall in Love?
Yeah, that’s about right, isn’t it?
Flash Friday Fiction: Ignoring the Call
Ignoring The Call
“Hark, go ye east! There ye shall find a man of the name Bob, and embark upon a dinner date, and later possibly some smooching…”
Joan took in the bizarrely dressed – but admittedly foxy – fellow hanging over her shoulders. He wore a gaudy green sheet with ludicrously large wings attached to it, and held a sword – a sword, for Pete’s sake.
This was the strangest circus she’d ever seen. Dudes cosplaying as trumpet-blowing knights. Angel wannabes suggesting hook-ups. Where were the acrobats? The clowns?
“I haven’t even finished my cotton candy!”
“This is thy last chance. Thy eHarmony membership doth expired yesterday,” whispered the flying Adonis.
“Does he look anything like you?”
“Doth anyone in real life?”
Joan sighed, her shoulders slumping.
“No thanks,” she said. “I don’t wanna miss something important.”
The angel rolled his eyes.
“Like thy soul mate?” he muttered as he flew off. “And women say men never listen.”
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Monday Funnies: Crazy Cat Lady?
I say, why does one have to choose between the two?
2015: The Year of the Book
That’s right. According to the Chinese calendar, we may be entering the Year of the Sheep, but I’m declaring it my personal Year of the Book.
What does this mean? It means by gosh, by golly, by gum, I’m going to publish A Man of Character by summer. It means I’m going to edit and revise both A Matter of Time and The Demon Duke to the point where I feel comfortable entering them into contests and, heck, maybe I’ll even publish them, too!
It means I’m going to read. And read. And read some more. The Goodreads goal is 50 books, the same as last year (I missed it by ONE!), but I’m actually hoping to devour many more – whether romances, research, classics, or something else that catches my fancy.
It means I’m going to write. I’m going to write for Flash Fiction, I’m going to write on Book FOUR. Yes, yes, yes. I’m going to write.
This is the year. This is MY year. In 2015, I. Will. Become. A. Published. Author.
This is huge for an anxiety-ridden scaredy cat like me, people. Others throw themselves into these ventures, ready for every twist and turn, certain they can conquer whatever the publishing industry, readers, reviewers, and/or social media can throw at them. (OK, I hear rumors that there exists at least one author who feels that way.) Not me.
OK, I overcame SOME of that scaredy-cat-itis last year. I started a local critique group. I queried nearly seventy agents. I got three requests for a partial, three requests for the full MS, and one small e-press publication offer (which I turned down after realizing just how badly I want to hold my own book in print). No instant success, but not entirely bad, right? I even finaled in a writing contest.
But still, to actually PUBLISH the book? Brave New World. And one that I’m determined to enter.
What’s 2015 going to be for YOU?