I’ve been thinking Thursday: Supportive

I try to only be positive about my hubs in public. It’s one of those things I think is important to the health of your marriage. Praise in public, critique in private.

I’ve occasionally deviated from this. Once, fed up with his leaving his oatmeal bowl on the counter with oatmeal in it until it dried into a crusty nastiness of epic proportions, I wrote a post about secondary characters. Giving them a life of their own, rather than leaving them to serve the main character.  One of my examples was about a time traveling journalist who kept leaving his oatmeal bowl for his wife to clean. LOL

But today I want to talk about one of those ways, he is amazing.

I can not spell. And despite teaching writing, compositional and creative, at the coop, my use of grammar is fractured to say the least. But the hubs…oh man….the hubs…

When I was working on my bachelors and the hubs was getting his masters, we both had to take this lame ass writing exam. Two parts, 75 multiple choice and then an essay. Timed.  Essay was scored on a scale of 1-12.

The scoring was weird though. The better you did on the multiple choice the less well you had to do on the essay to pass, which got you into 100W, required by all majors on campus. Then there was a pass plus which got you out of 100W. And of course fail.

The hubs got a perfect score on the multiple choice, which was all grammar and sentence structure, but scored so low on the essay he had to take 100W.

I got the lowest passing score possible on the multiple choice, but scored so high on the essay I qualified to waive 100W.

Why do I tell this story? Because my husband painstakingly edits my novels, multiple times. Sure I could pay someone to do this for me, but they wouldn’t know when they came across an error, what I really meant. And he always does. He knows when I write a long string of gobble-gook that I meant to say something profound and will ask, then tell me where to put the commas or suggest alternate arrangements that make the significance clear.  You can’t pay for that.

And why does he do this? Certainly not because he has too much time on his hands and nothing to do.  bwahahaha

He does it cause he supports my writing and he shows it by giving me the help I need to make it happen.

Sorry ladies, no brothers. LOL.

 

 

#BadMoonRising: Ostrich Mentality by T.A. Henry #thriller #alternativehistory #TuesdayBookBlog — Books and Such

Fun interview over at Bad Moon Rising! Check it out.

 

Today’s author shares her alternative history thriller with a biological weapon angle – a topic that’s sure to send some chills down your spine. I love her ‘take charge’ attitude when faced with a creepy situation at home – I’d probably do the same thing in her situation. Welcome T.A. Henry! You’re in a horror […]

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I’ve been thinking Thursday: InD’Scribe

I’m flying right now, down to LA. I decided to go to InD’Scribe this year. Check it out. Try to connect with some more folks who are making a go of it independently. It’s hard when you’re out on your own. I have good friends in my writing circle but I don’t think you can ever have too many friends.

I’m an attending author. It’s the first time I’ve officially been that. Kind of nerve wracking.

I also have a table at their book signing event and books in their event bookstore. First time for either of those. Beyond nerve wracking.

So I guess you could say I’m just wracked. LOL

If you’re in the LA area, pop by Saturday afternoon and say Hi. I’ll be the one with a pool on my signing table. (scavenger hunt – I have a “Body in the Pool”) Free candy! Laughing.

I’ve been thinking Thursday: I think my head is broken

Last week I got an email from an anthology I was asked to submit to. I wrote a twisted little short about an energy demon trapped on Earth. Anyway, the anthology accepted the story.

I wasn’t even happy. My brain immediately started going on about how it’s not like this was going to help me gain readership.

What is that about? It’s like my writing career is stuck permanently in the negative. I keep moving forward, doing all the things people say you should do. Act positively. Only, I don’t think I really believe it will create a positive outcome. Ergo, my head is broken.

Do you have anything in your life that causes a disconnect? Your actions and your beliefs are at total odds?

I’ve been thinking Thursday: Joy

I’ve talked briefly before about how uncertain I am that I have the emotional where with all to be a writer. It’s not the writing or the editing ability that I lack, it’s the ability to roll with the constant rejection. I keep trying to explain it to other writers, to get their feelings on the process, in order to process my feelings on the whole mess that is publishing.

Recently an article came out on Writer Unboxed called Keeping Your Hustle Joyful by Anna Elliott. A few quotes from her delightful post….

“…I’ve written because quite simply, however hard life feels in that moment, however hard it is to pick myself up and sit down at the keyboard, not writing would be harder still.”

“I wanted to write because I love it.”

“It’s always easier for me to write than not write.”

I’m jealous of her. The green eyed monster is in the house. Because I’ve lost that loving feeling, now it’s gone, gone, gone, whoa-oa-oa.

Rone awards

Just a quick note as I am away road tripping with the kiddo.

The Rone award finalists were announced today: I did not make the cut.

I simply don’t have the fan base. This isn’t news but more the standard state of affairs. I have no idea how to help that along.

Open to suggestions…