‘Tis The Season (No, not THAT season…)!

2013-Winner-Facebook-ProfileI’ve purchased all the presents and had them wrapped for more than a week. The house is fully decorated, my kids’ teachers have all received presents, and I’ve even begun the cleaning process before we entertain two different sets of company. All in all, I’m ahead!

I have no idea how this happened. I definitely wasn’t expecting it, since I’m still attempting to recover from NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, which takes place every November) and from entering the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart contest.

I’d signed up for NaNo one time previously, back around 2010, when I first announced to myself and the world (O.K., a few select friends) that I was finally going to write those romance novels I’d always said I wanted to write. Signing up was as far as I got, though – I don’t think I wrote one word that November. This time, however, I was determined. All year I’d been futzing around with my first novel, the one I’d finished a complete draft of last December. I’d been tinkering with revisions and edits, but had managed to start a bit of my second book last spring. I dropped it, though, when feelings of “I should finish the first one first” overtook all else.

What better time to pick it back up than NaNo?. And I did. I wrote just over 50,000 words on the sucker in November. I’m not saying it’s coherent, or that when I go back and re-read it in a month or so that I’ll find much worth salvaging. My characters ran off on unexpected paths (really hard for an outliner like me to accept, but I essentially ended up pantsing a lot of the story by the middle of the month). I forgot subplots, forgot key ideas, introduced notions I’m not sure should be there. Whatever. I did it. I hit the goal of 50,000 words and I “won” NaNoWriMo! Hooray for me! But I kind of wish NaNo happened in January, when all of the Thanksgiving and Christmas preparations and excitement were already over. I get that November fits better alliteratively with the whole NaNo title, but gee whiz, it’s exhausting to try to write while also keeping up with school activities and holiday prep and all that. And did I mention I took off to London for the first week of November, too?

So I expected to use December just to detox. I NEEDED December to detox. But then I stumbled across a blog mentioning the RWA’s Golden Heart awards. I’d heard of the Golden Hearts, of course, and knew they were given out to the best unpublished romance manuscripts submitted. That’s about all I knew, but I discovered the contest was open and that novel submissions were being accepted until December 13th.

I’d put off sending A Man of Character anywhere, even though I’d said OUT LOUD I was going to submit it before the end of the calendar year. Of course by that I meant submit it via the traditional querying-an-agent route, and while a contest is, of course, quite different, it was time to put my money where my mouth is, and give the contest a shot. Which meant I had to whip the manuscript into shape, or at least into as decent shape as I could get it. I added some scenes. I cut down others. I reworded sentences. I wondered if the whole thing sucked rocks, even as I rejoiced at scenes that still made me smile. And in the end, I paid the entrance fee, uploaded the book, and sent it off.

I’m proud of myself. While I hope the story does well, I know it’s highly unlikely I will win; the contest accepts about 1200 manuscripts, and I’m still a newbie to this fiction writing thing in so many ways. Still, a girl can dream, right?

All this to say, I’m tired this month. I’m not writing. I’m not editing. I’m not revising. I’m not doing anything except eating absurd amounts of chocolate and enjoying the feeling of not. I’ll pick it back up in January. That second book needs an ending before the revisions and edits begin. There’s always more to do, to learn, to write. But for now, I’m turning from the season of frantic writerly activity to the season of…frantic holiday activity, interspersed with moments of peace in remembering what the holiday is all about.

Blessings to all of you. And please forgive me if this blog post is not particularly well-written. Hopefully it’s half-coherent, but if not, well, it’s an example of the state of my brain right now.

And hey, could you cross your fingers for me? A little extra good luck can’t hurt, right?

Links I Love: Week of December 15th

December is such a fun time – school festivals, present wrapping, baking… And apparently very little blogging, but at last I’ve found time to share 7 of my latest favorite links!

Image from Addicting Info's article on Ten Things You May Not Know About Christmas
Image from Addicting Info’s article on Ten Things You May Not Know About Christmas

1. 20 Things That Our Parents Did That We Don’t – Looking for ideas to make the holidays special? Try a few of these – so simple, and yet it’s true that I don’t do nearly as many of them as I should (although my mother will be happy to know the Thank You note tradition lives on strongly in my household.).

2. It’s Official: Henry Cavill is Sexier Than Benedict, Tom, Robert… – Do you agree? I, of course, think this list is quite lacking in that Colin Morgan and Bradley James appear nowhere on it. I have to concede, however, that I not only don’t mind looking at Mr. Cavill, but that he is already pegged as the physical inspiration for a future romance hero.

3. Regency Pianos – Most Regencies that I read have at least one pianoforte in them. Sometimes the hero plays, sometimes the heroine… or sometimes, a la Julia Quinn, the musical component of the book is hilariously and hideously bad. Here’s a nice, short blog piece with pictures showing what pianos really looked like back in the day.

4. The 14 Habits of Highly Miserable People – I live with two Eeyores, and I hate to admit that I myself am prone to bray more than I should. I’m always seeking my Inner Tigger, so if you’re like me, read up to find out what NOT to do if you want to be happy.

5. Best Books 2013: Romance – These are the Library Journal’s picks for the best of the genre in 2013. How many have you read? Do you agree with their choices?

6. Best Books 2013: Ebook Romances – Do you read more eBooks or traditional books? I definitely lean toward the paper side of things, but having recently acquired a Kindle, I’ll admit my e-to-read list is starting to pile up, too. What do you think of the choices Library Journal made?

7. Ten Things You Might Not Know About Christmas – Fascinating article on the history of some of the Christmas tradition we take most for granted!

 

Flash! Friday Fiction: Toeing the Line

Sandy Straits Fisherman, ca 1920. Australian public domain image.
Sandy Straits Fisherman, ca 1920. Australian public domain image.

Toeing The Line
Margaret Locke (@Margaret_Locke)
152 words

Mama always was tellin’ us to warsh up, but we never did listen much. What was the point? We was just gonna get dirty again anyway.

Besides, Uncle Lester knew the trick fer catchin’ the biggest fish, an’ it was this – stinky feet. “Don’t tell no one,” he said, “otherwise they’ll be eatin’ our dinner. The stinkier the toes the better, because them fish, their noses ain’t so good below the water. You gotta have good an’ smelly ones ‘fore they’ll come up for a nibble.”

I tried to do him one better by keepin’ all of me filthy, just in case. I’m thinkin’ he had a special odor all his own, though, ‘cuz he managed to catch the biggest fish anybody’d ever seen.

Maggie laughs at me with my dirty shirt an’ grubby knees. But this here fish in my hand tells me I’m eatin’ tonight – an’ she ain’t.

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Join us over at Flash Friday Fiction! Fun, good times, and, well, some pretty spectacular writing!

Flash Friday Fiction: The Last of the Dragons

Dragon of Halong Bay (Vietnam). Photo by LoggaWiggler.
Dragon of Halong Bay (Vietnam). Photo by Logga Wiggler.

The Last of the Dragons
Margaret Locke (@Margaret Locke)
350 words

I have walked with dragons for a thousand years.

It was they who bore me to Avalon, though they knew no mortal magic could heal me. It was they who brought me to Glastonbury, where my bones rest beneath the Tor.

My spirit is not there.

It is not with the Lady of the Lake. It is not in Camelot, not at Camlann. Mordred and Morgan are just shades of my past, Guinevere and Lancelot mere echoes of betrayal. Percival, Galahad, Gawain, all markers of duty, honor, loyalty, all lie now under the cold ground.

And Merlin. Ah, Merlin. My master and my servant. My mentor and my maker. He, too, is lost to me, taken by the greatest of all forces – time.

These names, these places, these events long past are etched across my heart, seared into it as if by dragon flame itself.

I have borne witness to centuries of human history, to more wars than I care to count. Crusades. Revolutions. Civil wars. World Wars. I’ve stood as a shadow alongside Richard the Lion-Hearted, Henry VIII, Wellington, Churchill. I’ve watched the bodies pile higher and higher, grown weary of the carnage and catastrophe, the never-ending cycle of rage and retribution.

Where is the peace for which I fought? Evaporated into the mist, an ideal rarely achieved, never maintained.

We have learned nothing. For every Shakespeare there is a Stalin, for every hero a Hitler, for every Mother Theresa a Mengele.

I am Odysseus on an endless journey. I am Sisyphus, forever pushing against a destiny I cannot escape, trapped between promise and purgatory.

People claim dragons are myths. This disbelief slew the great beasts with more ease than any sword. They claim I am a myth. They are wrong.

The dragons know my name. I am Arthur Pendragon. The Once and Future King. A beacon of hope in a world of darkness. A symbol of salvation, yet I cannot save myself.

I am the last Dragon. Believe in me, so that I may return. So that I may, at last, bring eternal peace. And find it.

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But wait! It’s not Friday, you say? Well, this week is a special week over at Flash Friday Fiction: it’s the one-year Flashversary of this fabulous fiction-writing contest, and in celebration we’ve been given a full five days to craft a 350 word (no more, no fewer) story sparked by the photo prompt. (I wrote mine in two, because I needed to stop obsessing over this idea so that I can actually get other writing work accomplished.)

As always, I would love feedback – and invite you to give it a whirl yourself!