Over production?

In the last two weeks I’ve written four short stories and a few thousand words of what was going to be a short but kept getting longer and longer. Why can I do this now and yet a few weeks back I couldn’t think of anything at all to write?

It’s annoying when, one minute I’m scribbling away quite happily, the next my brain has shrivelled to the size of a pea and there’s just nothing in there. If I could write one story a week that would be 52 a year and I’d be happy with that. It would probably give me time to go back to my novel and do some re writing on it. It’s finished as far as the main story goes but needs some more descriptive work adding and corrections making.

So where does my brain go and why? I have no idea, I would blame the fibro but it’s been bad the last few days, especially yesterday and last night when I wrote a three and a half thousand word story in a few hours. Maybe the pain keeps me on my toes and when I’m not doing too badly I relax too much. Or maybe I’m just odd (please leave any comments on this topic on someone else’s blog and I’ll get back to you never… thank you. http://andrewdsweeney.wordpress.com/2013/02/26/money-spending-expert-advice-column/ this one should fit the bill quite nicely 🙂 )

Reigning… cats and dogs,

On Facebook I’ve posted quite a few little snippets from life in this place I call ‘Help, get me out’. For some reason they all seem to involve either Thai the cat or Riley (sometimes spelt Ryley because I can never remember what we decided on and he’s lost his dogtag) the completely mental, OCD lurcher/border collie.

We do have other animals, there’s Bella the snake… who was called Severus until she layed eggs one year so we had to rename her Belatrix which doen’t trip off the tongue. And then there’s Morrigan, my little black rat named after the Irish goddess of the dead… as you do. And lastly but by no means leastly (yes I know but it sounds funny) there’s Wolf. Now you would imagine that a dog named Wolf would at least come up past your knee caps and have a bit of a snarl on her face, wouldn’t you… ok so that’s why she now gets called Wooley!

Now I’m not saying we are ruled by our animals… well we’ll forget about everyone else and concentrate on me here. It’s my blog and except for walking and feeding the dogs, and buying the food sometimes no one else does much of anything… I seem to spend my life as a doorperson come waiter come tablet distributor with a large dose of cleaner-outer/hooverer-upper.

Now, like the rest of my family and all bar one of my friends (she’s as nutty as me but has chickens instead of a cat), you are all shouting WHY!!! really loudly at me. I can hear you know, I’m not deaf! So, why, I don’t know… why are you asking me? I’m nutty or weird and I’m in training to be a mad cat woman… although I may be a mad rat woman or a mad dog woman… a mad snake woman is already off the cards, there’s far too much faffing about and even I can’t stand the smell of snake poo and I’ve got a husband and two sons!

I like animals… I like animals more than most people. I am a sucker for a sob story, hence Riley! And I can’t stand a house with no pets in it. Heck I even couldn’t stand a house with no cat in it despite the fact we had all the other guys and a giant african landsnail. You would think the cat would be the one I’d miss least… they are bossy, demanding and stuck up… they bring you live or dead mice, rats and chewed birds or even just a head once in a while. They get worms and you have to try and get a tablet into a mouth that has suddenly turned into a cross between jaws and a vampire with four sets of razor sharp paws that can work their way out of any towel and impale you until the blood splatter starts to look like you’ve had your throat cut. But if you ask the vet to do it they turn into Puss-in-Boots off Shrek when he’s doing his ‘big-eyed- I’m so cute’ and they swallow the tablet straight down. No spitting it round the room, under the fridge or in your eye… just pop and swallow! Hah, you feel like screaming… just for that I’m going to buy a hamster and when it’s grown into it’s full, demonic maturity I’m going to bring it in for a check-up!

Yes… yes I do have a thing about hamsters!

I can’t keep apologising

Okay so here I am again and it’s been a while… I can’t keep saying sorry I haven’t blogged so can we just take it that I have other things to prevaricate about and take it as read that I’m going to have blogging down the list between housework and washing the dog. And before you ask, no I haven’t washed the dog and the house is a tip so think yourself lucky.

So what shall we talk about? ….. nope me neither.

I finished the first edits of my children’s/young adults/adults book the other day and am waiting for it to come back covered in comments again. I HATE edits, I’ve moved on from there, I’m trying to write the first of an adult trilogy (not adult in THAT sense, just a book for adults) I don’t care about the book that went before it’s no longer in my head cluttering up my brain. I have spewed it out of my fingertips, which isn’t easy let me tell you. But, I did it, it’s gone, lets move on say I but no, sadly the publisher wants it to be right and perfect and all that stuff… he wants icing on his cake so it looks good.

Then I get all confused, I have another book being spewed out and my editor (who’s a lovely person really) says things like ‘I don’t feel this carries through the whole story, you might want to change it’ and I scream “NO! I bloody well don’t… but I see your point” So I’m cleaning up my own mess while trying to make another mess and I get confused. My poor old fibro brain starts to shut down… it’s screaming ‘Overload’ at me and I sit looking at the walls with drool trailing down my chin.

So now I’m wondering, do I wait until the one book is finished before going back to the other one. Do I sit and wait for the edits to return or do I get on with the book I am interested in. It’s not like I have nothing else to do, like all good mothers I have lots of books to read and housework to ignore. And now my brain has tangled itself up in it’s own shoe laces again so I’m going to leave it there… my brain or the blog? I don’t know just sign off or something! No you sign off! No you….

Lost My Way

Sorry I haven’t blogged for a while, I’ve kind of lost my way a bit… mainly due to health problems, both my own and my youngest son who has developed vertigo and has been off school a lot.

This has caused all sort of problems with my writing. I have got myself a voice recognition doohickey so my fingers don’t have to try and keep up with my brain and don’t conk out on me after a day. Now my latest book in progress is an adult book with a forty year old male as the main character. Needless to say when you find out you aren’t human, that there’s a whole new world out there you never knew about not to mention a murderer who turns out to be your half-brother, you tend to resort to expletives that a 9yr old shouldn’t hear coming out of his mother’s mouth. Then there’s the problems of discussing the sex habits of different types of the half-human, half-angel people… again I’m not reading that out loud in front of my son… it could scar him for life or worse, confuse him later in life! He might get it in his head that he’s really a demon and women are the scum of the earth… no way am I explaining that to any future daughter-in-law.

So I’m behind on the writing front. On a plus Alien Legends is now at the editors who has emailed to let me know who she is etc. Now this is where I find my life gets weird. I write weird stuff, aliens, future people and places the usual stuff but it’s my own life that I find strange. I’m going through a kind of identity crisis on a daily basis. Every morning I wake up and feel like I’m 103, I can’t do things I should be able to do and it frustrates the hell out of me. Then I’m getting emails from a publisher and now an editor and I can’t believe it’s me they want to talk to. I’m just a mother of 3 kids, owner of pets… a nobody living in S Wales and out of work cos she’s too broken to find anyone who’d take her on. Publishers talk to authors, people who write books! Editors talk to authors, people who write books. I’m just a writer, now a speaker too thanks to my Dragon software, but an author? No, surely not me! They are people who write books for crying out loud, I scribble in a notebook then type it up just for the fun of it… I don’t write books, do I?

Well yes I do, but I can’t really believe it. I’ve got to know Tim my publisher by now and it’s less strange hearing from him, he’s not a suited, book snob in a big office in a huge building, he’s a guy who plays with lego and uses his son as an excuse. I’m hoping that Terry, my editor, isn’t a plaid skirt-wearing monster who’s going to SHOUT at me and point out all my failings. You see I still have a little voice in the back of my mind saying ‘They’re going to find you out. They’re going to realise you can’t write for toffee. They’re going to turn round and say thanks but no thanks.’

I wish I didn’t hear these voices of mine but they won’t leave me alone, except when I’m writing or reading… it blocks them off and they can’t get to me… Mwwwaaahhhhhh!!! *cough* sorry, that was my ‘we’re going to take over the world’ voice breaking through….. I think I need a lie down.

My First Word Press Post and My Second Book

A real, life, hold it in your hand copy is so much more of a thrill. Not from the reader point of view, I’ll read anything and anywhere, but when it comes to being an author it feels so much better to have a copy of your book in your hand.
Last year my book The Legends of Light came out as an e book and I was naturally thrilled but not as much as I thought I was going to be. My publisher has no decided to have all our books available from POD and I got sent a couple of proof copies of my new Sci/Fi Fantasy book On The Edge, which is a kind of warning to people about being too trusting and is set on an alien planet somewhere in my head 🙂
My point being, as soon as I got the printed proof in my hand I felt more than thrilled, it was like I’d given birth and I was loathe to let anyone else touch it in case they damaged it. Now my first book is coming out in print too so I’ll get to hold it and coo over it as well!

http://greyhartpress.com/2012/03/15/our-first-simultaneous-print-and-ebook-launch-looms/

Untitled Project

Untitled Project
The Legends of Light video… my first attempt. I got up at three in the morning due to pain. So I checked my emails, went on Facebook and Twitter and made it to half five, then got bored. So here is what I did for an hour, went on to Animoto and made a video for Legends. Not bad for a first attempt if I do say so myself. Now all I have to do is stay awake until I can get the kids off to school. *YAWN*

Went AWOL… sorry.

I’m back, sorry I went AWOL. I’ve been trying to write a book of horror poems and am nearly there. I’ve also finished writing my pulp fiction novelette (is that how you spell that?) provisionally called Altair Jones and the Rehab Murders. A woman who’s only friend is her ship’s computer Dan. She’s a PI and is called in when the bodies start to pile up in The House of Lost Souls a rehab run by The Order of the Sun. Who dunnit and why? I’m not telling.
The edits are more or less done for The Legends of Light and the book cover is wonderful. Greyhart Press rock. Well I would say that wouldn’t I. Anyhow it should be available to buy hopefully next month. I’ll try and keep you updated, if I remember.
Apart from that I’m feeling like death warmed up. The fibro isn’t liking the weather changes and it’s getting colder at night so I’m waking up more often. Not much I can do about it except complain to anyone who’ll listen… that’ll be nobody then… except you guys. Oh god, my best friend is a blog!
The kitten we got in the summer is well and truely settled in. He’s got the dogs in order and the staff are doing what they’re told (me) He will insist on helping with my writng though. If I’m in bed writing by hand he keeps nudging the end of the pen. If I’m typing he’ll attempt to walk across the laptop… ho hum. Maybe I can teach him to type and he can earn his living.
That’s all for now. See you soon, I hope.