Aside from writing, I’m working on designing bookmarks, stickers and the like. Here are a few things I’ve done. It’s not a whole lot… but I’m working on it.
It’s been awhile since my last post, but I’ve been diligently researching and jotting down my ideas since then. Granted, I’m only 8 chapters in and behind on the goals I set for myself, I’m doing the best one can do. Life likes to do this thing where it interrupts the things you enjoy most.
I’m currently working on some of the other characters in my story, which is way more fun than I had anticipated. I’ve decided that some of these characters are going to be half and half when it comes to their family lineage. Sort of like myself, because I’m half Spanish (From Spain) and half American (more like Caucasian). I thought it would not only make the characters more interesting in terms of what makes them who they are, but it’ll be fun to describe what they look like.
So far, I’m two character descriptions in, which includes their full name and what their parents are and how tall they are. Along with a small description with how they look. This will help me as I venture into chapter 8 and since I’m a forgetful person, it’ll help in future chapters.
I’m also hoping that with meeting these people, the main character develops more as she grows within the story.
That is about as much as I have right now, but I’m pretty proud of myself. It’s the small steps that lead to bigger and better things, like finishing my tale by the end of this year. Fingers crossed.
I know my blog is mostly for my writing career, but I am trying to help a young lady earn some money so she can save some kittens down in Florida. In Florida, since it’s so warm, there are many stray kittens. They don’t get the medical attention or love needed to survive. Please, if you’re able, donate to a good cause. If anything, share.
Here’s the link—> http://www.gofundme.com/ygdh9rk
So far, she has earned $70; me being one of the 2 contributors. Whatever helps!!
It has been quite a while since I last updated my blog. A little over two years, I think.
I started this blog for my journey into becoming an author and it’s been quite a rocky road. At one point, I stopped writing because life had become so hectic and part of it was me being lazy. It happens. Well, I’m back at it. I managed to start over and have re-written the first five chapters of my manuscript. My story. It’s taking a lot longer than I had anticipated, but I’m pushing through and setting goals for myself. My current goal is to have fifteen chapters completed before the end of the summer and to hopefully have thirty done by the end of the year. One of my other goals is to query an agent by 2016 once I get my manuscript completed and edited. My fingers are crossed and I’ve got my vomit bucket for when the struggle gets too real.
On top of that I’ve bought myself more notebooks to put in all my ideas. Sometimes I get a little ahead of myself and start jotting down plans for the next book or another story that I don’t want to lose. It’s all right to have ideas for other books and such, but I must stay focused on my current tale. I want to share my characters and whatever comes from my mind with the world.
I’ve also been doodling my ideas and thoughts on how I’d like my characters to look like, plus coming up with my own maps. I know that sometimes you want to follow some of the research you look into for your books, but it’s also good to add a little of your imagination. I do that a lot.
It’s that time again for Short Story Saturday. This story is told through the eyes of a teenage girl. Most girls go through that stage of wanting to be perfect and beautiful, even through the eyes of their parents. Tell me your thoughts.
It’s been nearly ten minutes since I entered the changing room at one of the many clothing shops my mother and I stepped into. Four walls securing me with only one exit. In it is a single long mirror and a few hooks on the wall to hang clothes. I stare at the other girl in the mirror, she looks sad and miserable. The outfit she wears doesn’t fit because it’s a size too small. She’s me, locked in the glass with the long, ratty hair. I don’t want to leave the dressing room. I don’t want her to snap at me for gaining weight again. I can’t help that I enjoy the taste of fries and sweets.
The other me looks away, a single hand pressed against the glass while a million questions flood my mind. Why don’t things ever fit the way they should? Why can’t you be more like your sister? Is being beautiful all that matters? Why isn’t being smart enough? Why can’t I be perfect? I can feel my body quiver. I’m taking longer than I should have and now my fear is growing. I don’t want to open that door. I just want to disappear.
“Does it fit?” I flinch at the words coming from behind the door that separates us. I shuffle away from it and change out of the shirt she picked out. She picks all my clothes; I have no decisions in the matter. “If it doesn’t fit then I’m not buying it. I’m not going the next size up.” I feel a tear or two float down my plump cheeks, a sniffle here and there escaping. I bite the inside of my cheek and rub my nose against the long ruffled sleeve. “Try on the pants with the button up.”
I look at the other girl again. Why are you so disgusting? I remove the ugly shirt, putting it back in its hanger and place it on a hook. I change into the clothes she requests simply because if I don’t do as I’m told, I’ll get in trouble. After buttoning up the shirt, I turn to the mirror again. I hate the way I look. With a little courage, I open the door and walk out to show her how it looks. She looks displeased.
“I’m going to have to put you on a diet,” She says with such disgust. Why does how I look bother her so much? She starts to place her fingers into the pants, checking to see how tight they are, tugging on me like I’m a dog on a leash. “Go and change. I’ll just buy this and you’ll just lose the weight.” I want to complain. I want to say I’ll be uncomfortable for the rest of the school year. There is no way I’ll lose any of it.
I walk back into the dressing room, the door shutting behind me as I lock it. I remove the clothes, struggling. I’ll have to deal with them for the rest of the year; nothing fitting like it should. I look back at myself in the mirror; my eyes were red from holding back the tears. I’m not perfect. I’m not pretty. I want to die.
Some really great advice. Check it out!
In recent months I’ve been lucky enough to get in touch with two writers who have given me the opportunity to join a small critique group with them. I plan to make regular posts about our meetings, and so will include links to their information once I’ve actually gathered it. Promise. For now I’d like to share some of the advice I got from our first meeting.
What I find particularly satisfying about their input is that a lot of it is channeled straight from their editors and agents. There’s something exhilarating about it; like I can imagine the information is coming from my very own agent. It’s good fantasy fuel. Of course, the advice I’m sharing was aimed at my writing style in particular, so it may not be helpful for everyone, but take what you need and keep the rest on file.
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When my friend get published, I’ll be doing this for her.
By Chuck Sambuchino
My Writer’s Digest coworker, Brian A. Klems, recently geared up for the release of his first book — a humorous guide for fathers called OH BOY, YOU’RE HAVING A GIRL: A DAD’S SURVIVAL GUIDE TO RAISING DAUGHTERS (Adams Media). On top of that, my coworker Robert Brewer (editor of Writer’s Market) recently got a publishing deal for a book of his poetry.
So I find myself as a cheerleader for my writing buddies — trying to do what I can to help as their 2013 release dates approach. I help in two ways: 1) I use my own experience of writing & publishing books to share advice on what they can expect and plan for; and 2) I simply do whatever little things I can that help in any way.
This last part brings up an important point: Anyone can support an author’s…
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