Writing Excuses

The name of this post is a bit of a double entendre.  For one, I’d like to point those interested in writing to the podcast titled “Writing Excuses” put on by Wesley Chu, Piper J. Drake, Mary Robinette Kowal, Mary Anne Monhanraj, Brandon Sanderson, Howard Taylor, and Dan Wells.  It contains fantastic information and writing advice from established authors, I have enjoyed it and found that it does help my own writing.

Now, the other reason for the title is my excuses for not posting as often this spring.  I have been deep into edits and my day job has been extremely busy as of late, and both have cut into the time I have for keeping up with the blog as often as I’d like to.

There is some good news though, I have gotten a good deal of notes prepared on my novella and have been working on rewrites.  The short story collection I’m working has been put on pause for the moment.  I do have a few micro fictions I’d like to get posted here in the next few weeks.

And in the section of general geeky updates, I’m finding myself identifying more with Dr. Strange out of all the Marvel Cinematic Universe heroes.  This has a great deal to do with my recognition that I need to take care of myself and not just my projects.  I tend toward worrying and anxiety, both of which have been catching up with me.  As a result, I’ve been looking into the benefits of yoga and aromatherapy to help keep myself centered and grounded.  There may be more here on that later.

Hope you are all having an amazing day!


Between my family and friends I have seen my fair share of lives changed by the united utterance of “I do.”  One such time was this past weekend.  Two of my more recent friends committed their love and lives to each other, and it was utterly beautiful.

In the midst of their love, there was also a larger scale showing of support.  I’m not sure I have ever seen so many friends instead of family take lead on throwing a wedding together, but we did (not to say the family wasn’t involved, just that the brunt of the wedding day set was taken care of by us).

Again, it was beautiful.

Tying that back to me, there’s a term I absolutely love: husbandry.  I have always conjured up this image of a farmer being wedded to the land.  A man or woman committed to the land through the good and the terrible, in an unshakable relationship.

Maybe that’s why I keep writing.  I am wedded to the work in a way more deeply than I had ever comprehended when I started.  It’s an overly optimistic obsession (much like farming).  And the writing contains my blood, sweat, and tears just as much as the land that I work on.

However, a marriage doesn’t work without support.  Just like how my friends and I love and support each other, without their support I would likely not be as far along in my projects as I am now.

I suppose if I were to sum it all up: without commitment rooted in love – the books, the farmland, friendships – all would fail.  We need each other.  We need commitment.  And a wedding is an amazing symbol of that.

Finding a Niche

Last month, I had a conversation with an acquaintance discussing my future and how it is really hard to find a day job that fits well with me.

Anyway, to shorten this story a bit, I was told very few people ever find a niche that truly works for them.  The idea was that I should settle for something I was good at, but hated because very few people find their niche.

I walked away, wondering why anyone could justify quitting the search for something that gives you a sense of fulfillment, just because most people never find it.

I had already written Skipping Stones by this point, and this story was more a reaction to current world events, while thinking of the “Green Fields of France” by Eric Bogle.  And now, it’s my first published work. It’s obviously not perfect, but no writer is ever totally perfect* and I am very pleased that this story is the first.

And I am also very pleased with my decision soon after to make a career transition.


*Not only do many authors face rejection after rejection, but I’ve found typos and a grammatical issue or two in even my favorite published first editions.  My point?  We’re all human and working on our craft.  It would be ridiculous to quit after a first draft isn’t a masterpiece so why do we do that in “real life”?


Often when faced with uncertainty I freak out, pray, breathe, freak out, line out the steps that I need to take, breathe, freak out, and take action.

This does not always happen in that order.

The last week has been challenging.  I am in a week gap between an old and a new job.  I just moved quite a ways and went through more good byes than I like.

And then, a family emergency hit.  Next came the news that my short story “Skipping Stones” will be published over at Flash Fiction Press in January.  And meanwhile, I have all sorts of work to do in order to finalize the move.  People to notify, work to do, and oh goodness, lots of organizing and storing of miscellaneous boxes to do.

There are at least two takeaways from all this.  The first, coloring is actually quite therapeutic (I had gotten books as presents for other family members and might have also tried it out myself). The second, it does no good to worry about what you have no control over.

Put another way, the serenity prayer really does ring true:

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.

Another quote I’m fond of is from Victor Hugo

“Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.”

So those are my takeaways. I’ve already discussed my misgivings about this year, but I am hopeful. There are books I will finish this year, short stories I will publish this year. We’re all still here, and we’re all still walking through this life step by step, together.

Taking Stock: 2016

A lot of people have been incredibly disappointed in 2016.

And they’re right.  A lot has happened that scares us sensible people.  I’m still hopeful for the world, but I have to admit there are events both nationally and globally which are very concerning.

It’s one of the reasons I realized that I need to become more involved in politics on the grass roots level at minimum.  I have always been a big believer in people changing things, not politicians.  Don’t worry though, this blog will not be a constant soapbox.  I am also a believer in addressing these issues on a person to person basis.  And, if you’re reading this and have issues with what has occurred this year, I also encourage you to become more active.  Not just online, but in person at rallies, conferences, and other events.  Write letters to your government officials and the newspapers. Get involved as more than just a passing commentator.

Now, on a more personal level: Four older family members and family friends passed away this year.  I miss them.  I miss several others who also passed this year whom I had only known for a brief time.  When I think of their legacy of compassion and character, I feel challenged to run with the torch they have passed on to me.

There have been some amazing people whom I have met this year.  Without their encouragement, I would not have been able to deal with some of the harder stuff that came along this year.  For them I am grateful and filled with the knowledge I have found life long friends.

Now, for the year’s statistics on my writing projects:

-First draft of Book 1 of my Spirit Walkers trilogy is complete.

-First draft of my novelette, Renegade, is 50% complete.

-Three short stories in my One Short Sleep Past collection are written and awaiting edits.

-One flash fiction piece, Skipping Stones, has been submitted to a publisher.  If they accept it, I will let you know, if not I will adjust if needed and continue to submit.  Either way, I hope to make an announcement here sooner than later.

Have a merry Christmas! A happy Hanukkah!  A joyful Kwanzaa! And, have a fantastic new year!

The Definition of Insanity

I was wondering what I should post about this weekend.

It came to me after spending a good forty minutes trying to sort out why I couldn’t upload my new profile picture.  (Not because I’m technologically illiterate – just a weird glitch in the system).

But isn’t that what the definition of insanity is according to Albert Einstein*?:

“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

Now, I’m as guilty as anyone of trying something for a while to see if it will work out.  My writing is filled with all sorts of experimentation in this regard.  Themes that repeat, plots are similar to other plots, among other trends.

I think the key to being a good author is knowing what to keep and what to change.  The problem is that I am very biased toward my own work.  I have a select group of friends I use as a sounding board for ideas and pieces of my stories.  Through them, I can see with a fresh perspective in order to cut what needs to be taken out and to change what needs to be revised.

Many times when I identify a problem spot in a story, I keep turning it in my head like I am solving a brainteaser toy.  I’m testing it and carefully observing what it is currently and where it seems to be heading.  It takes a lot of patience and groundwork.

Similarly, my life is in this flux at the moment as well.  I’m in the middle of a job transition and I am holding the parts of my own life and taking stock as I head in a new direction.  For the last four years, I’ve done more of the same.  It’s time to mix it up a little, just as it is time to mix a few pieces of my own stories up.

Life, as in writing, takes a whole lot of patience, some perspective, and the determination to experiment a bit.

*There is some debate as to the identity of who actually coined this phrase.  If you’d like to see a bit more background regarding this you can take a look at Did Einstein really define insanity as “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”? on Quora.

The Nature of my Work

I have always enjoyed epic tales of fantasy.  There is an element of escapism in them captured in the moments where we identify with the protagonist and feel as if it is possible for us to also save the world.

It’s always hard coming back down to reality.

The story I’m working on is similar.  I have taken elements from the normal realm of fantasy and mixed them with our present reality.  In so many ways the result is reminiscent of my own life.

About six years ago, we found out my grandfather had cancer.  Up until that time, cancer and death had really only visited friends of the family, distant relatives, and pets.  I was woefully unprepared for depression, fear, and anxiety of the coming months.  As is so often true in life, it was also a time of a spiritual deepening and appreciation of life and love.

It was a moment where I realized to the core of my being, life is not a fairy tale.  Crap does indeed happen.  It cannot be planned, out of the blue a phone call can come and surprise you.  It can throw you a curveball that will quite literally knock you off your feet.

And I’m incorporating this into my story.

Over the years I have seen a lot of hard stuff occur.  Friends of our family lost two of their three children before they were the age of 18.  One in an accident in the woods and the other as a suicide.  I’ve been out fishing when a teenager drowned, the boy was pulled under and pinned against a log until there was no life left in him.  Onlookers were desperate to locate him but by the time we found him it was too late.

There is death.  There is a curse.  And we as humans are left wandering through it all, with the joy of life, but also the terrible grief of our existence in this world.

So my stories are not necessarily happy.  They are about good versus evil.  And they are very much about characters who have their options taken off the table.  Characters who continue on anyway because their hope is in the light as they scream their defiance into the void.

So yes, even I find myself a bit surprised with where I take my writings, but as I’m editing, I hope to be able to effectively communicate both the darkness and the hope.