Today I am feeling a bit disheartened. Why? Well I have been editing my first novel for a while now. A Year and a half to be exact. The funny thing is that it only took me 3 months to write it. It currently feels as if I won't ever get past the editing process. I know editing is necessary but 9 drafts of the same book? No, I think it is time to stop editing already. At least that is how I feel. My brother who wasn't very enthusiastic about my writing, read my book and has recently joined my personal cheer section and wants nothing more than for me to be published. He believes I am that good. He, like me, is a perfectionist and reminds me constantly to make my manuscript perfect. It can be a bit tiresome wanting to be perfect all the time.
The other reason I am a bit bummed is that I completely missed my 1 year blog anniversary! The horror! I don't know how the 17Th of May passed me by. I only realized that today is the 18Th. And the sad part is that you only have your first blog birthday once...
So... A BIG THANK YOU TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS. I APPRECIATE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE FOR ME AND CATCHING ME WHEN AT TIMES I KEPT FALLING. YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME. AN EXTRA BIG THANK YOU TO HEATHER GARDNER. WE BOTH STARTED IN THE SAME MONTH BUT YOU HAVE ENCOURAGED AND HELPED ME ALONG SINCE THE BEGINNING. THANK YOU. I COULDN'T HAVE REACHED THIS MILESTONE WITHOUT YOU.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
FRIDAY THE 13TH
Nothing really awful happened to me today, which is a first and I am grateful for it. The only thing I find very weird is that some of my comments on my blog has been removed. Has anybody had a similar problem? I know for a fact I didn't remove it and it was there before I went to bed last night.
My mom seriously has a thing about Friday the 13Th. She doesn't leave the house. But this has been one of our better Friday the 13Th's.
Hope everyone survived it and that nothing bad happened to anyone.
My mom seriously has a thing about Friday the 13Th. She doesn't leave the house. But this has been one of our better Friday the 13Th's.
Hope everyone survived it and that nothing bad happened to anyone.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
LOVE LETTERS
The ancient form of communication, which many loved ones used to stay in touch. Though, I must admit in modern day times have gone into disuse. Now it is love letters by email or even text messages.
I embarrassingly must admit I have written my fair share of love letters, much to my own agony. I hate remembering all the memories of rejection, but if only it had deterred me completely from making an ass of myself. My last love letter was sent 2 years ago to a guy I had had a crush on in college. I had never had the nerve to say anything to him then, but with the possible prospect of going oversees, I thought I had nothing to lose.
The body of the letter was not much of a love letter in the end but more or a confessional. Needless to say, I did not get a response. Just silence. I have wondered all this time what he had thought of that letter. That was 2 years ago.
A few days ago a mutual friend told me that he was married, which made me blush a deep red at the possibility of sending such a letter to a married man. I would of course not have sent it had I known. I just hope I never see him ever again. How awkward would that be?
So how about you? Have you written love letters to someone you deeply regretted afterwards or did yours have the desired outcome?
I embarrassingly must admit I have written my fair share of love letters, much to my own agony. I hate remembering all the memories of rejection, but if only it had deterred me completely from making an ass of myself. My last love letter was sent 2 years ago to a guy I had had a crush on in college. I had never had the nerve to say anything to him then, but with the possible prospect of going oversees, I thought I had nothing to lose.
The body of the letter was not much of a love letter in the end but more or a confessional. Needless to say, I did not get a response. Just silence. I have wondered all this time what he had thought of that letter. That was 2 years ago.
A few days ago a mutual friend told me that he was married, which made me blush a deep red at the possibility of sending such a letter to a married man. I would of course not have sent it had I known. I just hope I never see him ever again. How awkward would that be?
So how about you? Have you written love letters to someone you deeply regretted afterwards or did yours have the desired outcome?
Sunday, May 1, 2011
CONGRATULATIONS!
Well Everyone we did it! Congratulations! We completed the A-Z challenge and man was it a fun but a bit of an exhausting ride. Thank you Arlee and the Whole A-Z team for this great challenge.
I also received an awesome award from Elizabeth Mueller at http://elizabethmueller.blogspot.com. Thank you so much.
I also received an awesome award from Elizabeth Mueller at http://elizabethmueller.blogspot.com. Thank you so much.
The A-Z challenge has definitely shown me how important social networking is. You meet new and inspiring people daily. It was fantastic. I also learned to give a little more consideration to my posts before I put it out there for the whole world to read.
It was absolutely amazing meeting all of you. This is not Good-Bye, because I will still be stopping by your blogs from time to time. But I think most of us will probably be taking a few days off to rest and catch up on some much needed sleep. Well I am off to bed. Thank you very much for the fun time.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
ZEAL
This is my last post for the A-Z challenge 2011 and I just wish to thank all my new followers for following me through this tough journey. Thank you to each and every one of the visitors to my blog. A big and special thank you to the whole A-Z team for having made this wonderful event possible.
I don’t know about the rest of you but I am truly filled with a zeal for writing. I thought I would be tired but I am filled with a renewed energy and passion to want to get all my untold stories out.
Perhaps it has something to do with the love of my life and writing partner being back to his original form. Oscar, has been my companion since the first novel. Now that he is repaired and working like a well oiled machine I am happy. Oh, if I did not mention it before...Oscar is my computer.
I don’t know about the rest of you but I am truly filled with a zeal for writing. I thought I would be tired but I am filled with a renewed energy and passion to want to get all my untold stories out.
Perhaps it has something to do with the love of my life and writing partner being back to his original form. Oscar, has been my companion since the first novel. Now that he is repaired and working like a well oiled machine I am happy. Oh, if I did not mention it before...Oscar is my computer.
Friday, April 29, 2011
YOU
You are talented.
You are beautiful.
You are unique.
You are wonderful.
You are loved.
You are respected.
You are brave.
You are a friend.
You are my inspiration.
You are beautiful.
You are unique.
You are wonderful.
You are loved.
You are respected.
You are brave.
You are a friend.
You are my inspiration.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
XAVIER
Xavier (pronounced zavier) is of Spanish, Arabic and Basque origin, according to www.thinkbabynames.com.
Xavier means: bright, splendid or new house.
It is a name that to me sounds very unique. It is a name that I don’t hear or read about often and I guess that you have noticed that I like this name. It is the name I am thinking of using for one of my new male characters.
Here is a little something I thought up.
Xavier’s naked muscular chest glistened in the bright sunlight. Droplets of sweat running down his strong biceps. I could not help but lick my lips as I saw rope after rope of his muscles flex and bulge.
So everyone, that is Xavier.
Xavier means: bright, splendid or new house.
It is a name that to me sounds very unique. It is a name that I don’t hear or read about often and I guess that you have noticed that I like this name. It is the name I am thinking of using for one of my new male characters.
Here is a little something I thought up.
Xavier’s naked muscular chest glistened in the bright sunlight. Droplets of sweat running down his strong biceps. I could not help but lick my lips as I saw rope after rope of his muscles flex and bulge.
So everyone, that is Xavier.
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