Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Dont want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I cant trace time
Come on, you all know you now have that song stuck in your head.
But, yes it rings true. I think I have finally given myself something serious to think about with the direction of my novel. It's something that a lot of authors end up doing. You get a really great story, but somethings not working.. so gotta change. For some, it means putting the idea on the back burner for 10 years (a la Jacqueline Carey, and her new Santa Olivia), for others it can just be as simple as changing the hair color of a character.
For me, it shall be a bit of a drastic change. But one I'm willing to embrace.
I think part of the reason I hadn't been able to write recently, was things were just feeling a bit off. My own fears about reality were creeping into my world too much.
Not to mention, one of the characters, just kept fading too much from my mind.
And yes, I consider the location a character as Denver, is quite the character unto it's self. Well, Denver and I have not been friends for a while. I have not hung out with Denver for about 4 years, other than the occasional drive through, or quick trip to say hello.
And in my novel, the backdrop of Colorado, and Denver specifically was kind of important.
Certainly it will adjust a future novel. (I mean come on... it makes total sense that there would be werewolves in Boulder.. right?)
But I think the change I'm making will be for the better. I was getting too bogged down trying to remember things. I've been meaning to take a trip to Denver, and it just hasn't happened, and all of this will only get worse after I move.
Then, here is the reality that kept trying to creep in.
If I were staying in the US, then as an author trying to pitch a story set in the city of Denver, wouldn't be a big deal. I can sell internationally even though it's a small US city (yes, Denver isn't that small, but compared to NY.. it is.. see my point?). Look at LKH, and KH, and even the tiny towns like SM, and CH proved.
I won't change my main character, she'll still be who she is. But just the backdrop will change, it opens up more possibilities, and actually tackles a few of the little problems I was having. (just little stuff I doubt any of you would have thought about.)
It'll be tough, because I won't be able to experience some things first hand until things in life settle down. But I think I can make it work. I am a woman who knows how to use her resources, and also who knows how to do her research.
For once, the fact that me being too brain dead to write has been a bonus.
So, I'm hoping that this will be a good change. I'm confident that it will be. And it will allow me to feel more stable in the world I'm creating.
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Monday, May 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Boring Tuesday..
I must say...
I am annoyed with Blogger. Le sigh. Mostly i am annoyed with not being able to respond to comments the proper way.
Mayhaps I'll have to slowly change things over to Wordpress as it has that option.
But don't worry my dear readers, I shant do anything crazy yet.
I might just suffer through blogger for the next 15 months, and then when i move to the UK, and Guy and I have made our own server and websites, I'll have my blog just how I want it and won't have to rely on silly little programs such as this one.
yeah mayhaps that is just the way to go for now.
I feel slightly bad, as when i bought my Flying Monkeys and they arrived, I was highly disappointed. Instead of emailing the person to inform them that the description was wrong, and that I had wanted Lobster Clasps. I simply stated in the feedback I left that the description was incorrect for the objects. Now, I did not leave neutral or negative feedback. I clicked that Positive button, because they did arrive quickly, and the transaction was painless. I just commented in my post of "i love them but.. "
Well, she emailed me today apologizing. So now I feel bad. Gee I'm glad I didn't hit that negative button.
But when it comes down to it, she should have checked her descriptions, since ALL her items that are stitch markers say that. Oh well, I still plan on buying more, and I'll just leave a glowing feedback on the next one.
Still plunking through Bride of Casa Dracula.
Here is a prediction: she's about to introduce werewolves.
Lets see if I'm right.
I did not get anything done on my vest last night. I just had no motivation. I'm in that final stretch. Tonight after I shower and feel more awake, I'll put it on. Check the pinning, then stitch it up and be done with it. Woohoo.
I do want to do it again, but out of different yarn, and I've learned a few things while doing this one. I know I need to lengthen the base without adding to the width.
A Hard Day's Bite: Been mulling a few things, but haven't made any decisions. I don't want to lean towards falling into the same lines as Charlaine Harris or Kim Harrison, or LKH for that matter. If you don't know what I'm talking about its the "Oh my god. She wrote about this. She's copying them!" Charlaine recently wrote a blog about that circumstance. Someone made the comment of "Charlaine added motorcycle gangs into her story! She's copying LKH."
Well.... people get over it. It's kind of hard to not incorporate things that are actually quite common in real life. Such as motor cycle groups. I have friends that are part of different motorcycle groups here in Colorado. Am I going to ignore a good plot because *gasp* it might involve a motorcycle?Also, it makes sense in the fact that Vamps and Werewolves tend to be part of the subculture. And what do you find in the sub culture? Gangs, adrenaline, and danger. No. Now, mind you I have nothing penned in that regard, but I'm using it as an example. Same goes for politics. Which is really what the whining was about. Yes, Sookie's world has gotten very Vampire Political, just like Antia's world.
But if your going to whine about that... well... Anne Rice kinda got the ball rolling on that. Remember The Theater of Vamps? Well, that was basically the start of the vampire political structure. Armand was in charge.
I'm rambling. Lets move on.
Umm...
Ummmm....
Cold snap here in Colorado? It's been freaking cold the past two days. Thank goodness I hadn't removed my heating blanket yet. Cause I'd never get to sleep otherwise.
It's a boring Tuesday thus far. Just sayin' .
I am annoyed with Blogger. Le sigh. Mostly i am annoyed with not being able to respond to comments the proper way.
Mayhaps I'll have to slowly change things over to Wordpress as it has that option.
But don't worry my dear readers, I shant do anything crazy yet.
I might just suffer through blogger for the next 15 months, and then when i move to the UK, and Guy and I have made our own server and websites, I'll have my blog just how I want it and won't have to rely on silly little programs such as this one.
yeah mayhaps that is just the way to go for now.
I feel slightly bad, as when i bought my Flying Monkeys and they arrived, I was highly disappointed. Instead of emailing the person to inform them that the description was wrong, and that I had wanted Lobster Clasps. I simply stated in the feedback I left that the description was incorrect for the objects. Now, I did not leave neutral or negative feedback. I clicked that Positive button, because they did arrive quickly, and the transaction was painless. I just commented in my post of "i love them but.. "
Well, she emailed me today apologizing. So now I feel bad. Gee I'm glad I didn't hit that negative button.
But when it comes down to it, she should have checked her descriptions, since ALL her items that are stitch markers say that. Oh well, I still plan on buying more, and I'll just leave a glowing feedback on the next one.
Still plunking through Bride of Casa Dracula.
Here is a prediction: she's about to introduce werewolves.
Lets see if I'm right.
I did not get anything done on my vest last night. I just had no motivation. I'm in that final stretch. Tonight after I shower and feel more awake, I'll put it on. Check the pinning, then stitch it up and be done with it. Woohoo.
I do want to do it again, but out of different yarn, and I've learned a few things while doing this one. I know I need to lengthen the base without adding to the width.
A Hard Day's Bite: Been mulling a few things, but haven't made any decisions. I don't want to lean towards falling into the same lines as Charlaine Harris or Kim Harrison, or LKH for that matter. If you don't know what I'm talking about its the "Oh my god. She wrote about this. She's copying them!" Charlaine recently wrote a blog about that circumstance. Someone made the comment of "Charlaine added motorcycle gangs into her story! She's copying LKH."
Well.... people get over it. It's kind of hard to not incorporate things that are actually quite common in real life. Such as motor cycle groups. I have friends that are part of different motorcycle groups here in Colorado. Am I going to ignore a good plot because *gasp* it might involve a motorcycle?Also, it makes sense in the fact that Vamps and Werewolves tend to be part of the subculture. And what do you find in the sub culture? Gangs, adrenaline, and danger. No. Now, mind you I have nothing penned in that regard, but I'm using it as an example. Same goes for politics. Which is really what the whining was about. Yes, Sookie's world has gotten very Vampire Political, just like Antia's world.
But if your going to whine about that... well... Anne Rice kinda got the ball rolling on that. Remember The Theater of Vamps? Well, that was basically the start of the vampire political structure. Armand was in charge.
I'm rambling. Lets move on.
Umm...
Ummmm....
Cold snap here in Colorado? It's been freaking cold the past two days. Thank goodness I hadn't removed my heating blanket yet. Cause I'd never get to sleep otherwise.
It's a boring Tuesday thus far. Just sayin' .
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
"If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck... it must be a swamp thing?"
So today is New Year's Eve.
I sat in front of my fireplace, trying to get a fire going, watching it rage and subside.
Life is very much like that, with times where it rages, and times where it's only one little glowing ember. With the occasional pop and flare from a pocket of sap.
Oddly enough, I have the house to myself. The plans I had for the evening fell through, which was not surprising.
I am watching Six Feet Under. Which is not necessarily something someone who has slight depression should be watching on New Years eve. But my depression is alright right now.
As far as the show goes, I don't know if I like it or not. I'm on the 4th episode... so I guess since generally I only give a show 3 episodes before I make a determination about it.... i guess so far I'm still watching it.
I should be spending this quiet time typing up my pages of text that I have in my note book.
But as I'm fighting off a bit of a headache right now, I think I'll just wait till tomorrow... perhaps.
The important part is the fact that I'm actually writing at all. Typing it up can technically wait as long as I'm still getting the ideas down, and the world created.
I actually created a new character over the past 2 nights, whom is rather neat. I'm not entirely sure about him though, as his little details are still fuzzy. They are details that my readers may never see in this particular novel.. but the details need to be there at least in my own notes. Otherwise the character will come across half assed.. like.. ahem.. a few other authors tend to do when they are just creating the characters for the sake of having another body in the scene. (*coughLKHcough*)
The other night, there was no writing.. but there was a journal sketch done. I say journal sketch, as it is on the classic.. .lined notebook paper. Yup... I doodled.
Twice.
One was a gargoyle or demon thing. No, it wasn't Gaz. It was just me doodling.
And the first one that I actually drew was a scene of Alex in the final pages of the novel.
Someday, mayhaps I'll post it up as it's not that bad a sketch. Obviously I'm no artist when it comes to pencil and paper, and in my own defense, it was a figure of a human body in a position I've never sketched it in. But I still think it's neat.
On a personal good note... I finally got off my bum and dug out my humidifier. Which I have been desperately needing. The past 2 days now, I could take the hair bands out of my hair, and quite literally my hair would poof and cling and be a static cloud. I really hate being so electrified as I always am. It has been making it very difficult to open doors at work, or get in and out of my car. Everything I touch I get zapped. But for the past 2 hours I've had the humidifier out I can already feel the difference.
Oh Gods.. I just went into a ramble about my hair.
Okay moving along... I of course got all weepy this afternoon when Honey of Mine called me to ring in the New Year. Obviously as I'm typing this it is not even close to midnight, but the unfortunate nature of different time zones, means that for him it has already come and gone and once again we were not together celebrating.
He mentioned that next year if it's possible he wants to have me be in the UK for the New Year, which would be fabulous, but I doubt it will happen. Next January, we will be in the 6 month moving dash of "Oh my god, I'm about to move out of the country, and I've only got 6 months left to make sure everything is just how it needs to be!"
Also, I think it might be unfair to the possibility of my friends that i have still in the US, as it will very much be my last official New Years in the US. Yup, only one left after tonight. That doesn't mean that someday I won't be celebrating in the US again, it's just if it does happen, it won't be for a while, and it will be a vacation.
Well, I guess I'm done rambling. The fire is down to embers again, and it is technically already past my bedtime.
I hope everyone has a blinding* time tonight!
*Cockney slang.
I sat in front of my fireplace, trying to get a fire going, watching it rage and subside.
Life is very much like that, with times where it rages, and times where it's only one little glowing ember. With the occasional pop and flare from a pocket of sap.
Oddly enough, I have the house to myself. The plans I had for the evening fell through, which was not surprising.
I am watching Six Feet Under. Which is not necessarily something someone who has slight depression should be watching on New Years eve. But my depression is alright right now.
As far as the show goes, I don't know if I like it or not. I'm on the 4th episode... so I guess since generally I only give a show 3 episodes before I make a determination about it.... i guess so far I'm still watching it.
I should be spending this quiet time typing up my pages of text that I have in my note book.
But as I'm fighting off a bit of a headache right now, I think I'll just wait till tomorrow... perhaps.
The important part is the fact that I'm actually writing at all. Typing it up can technically wait as long as I'm still getting the ideas down, and the world created.
I actually created a new character over the past 2 nights, whom is rather neat. I'm not entirely sure about him though, as his little details are still fuzzy. They are details that my readers may never see in this particular novel.. but the details need to be there at least in my own notes. Otherwise the character will come across half assed.. like.. ahem.. a few other authors tend to do when they are just creating the characters for the sake of having another body in the scene. (*coughLKHcough*)
The other night, there was no writing.. but there was a journal sketch done. I say journal sketch, as it is on the classic.. .lined notebook paper. Yup... I doodled.
Twice.
One was a gargoyle or demon thing. No, it wasn't Gaz. It was just me doodling.
And the first one that I actually drew was a scene of Alex in the final pages of the novel.
Someday, mayhaps I'll post it up as it's not that bad a sketch. Obviously I'm no artist when it comes to pencil and paper, and in my own defense, it was a figure of a human body in a position I've never sketched it in. But I still think it's neat.
On a personal good note... I finally got off my bum and dug out my humidifier. Which I have been desperately needing. The past 2 days now, I could take the hair bands out of my hair, and quite literally my hair would poof and cling and be a static cloud. I really hate being so electrified as I always am. It has been making it very difficult to open doors at work, or get in and out of my car. Everything I touch I get zapped. But for the past 2 hours I've had the humidifier out I can already feel the difference.
Oh Gods.. I just went into a ramble about my hair.
Okay moving along... I of course got all weepy this afternoon when Honey of Mine called me to ring in the New Year. Obviously as I'm typing this it is not even close to midnight, but the unfortunate nature of different time zones, means that for him it has already come and gone and once again we were not together celebrating.
He mentioned that next year if it's possible he wants to have me be in the UK for the New Year, which would be fabulous, but I doubt it will happen. Next January, we will be in the 6 month moving dash of "Oh my god, I'm about to move out of the country, and I've only got 6 months left to make sure everything is just how it needs to be!"
Also, I think it might be unfair to the possibility of my friends that i have still in the US, as it will very much be my last official New Years in the US. Yup, only one left after tonight. That doesn't mean that someday I won't be celebrating in the US again, it's just if it does happen, it won't be for a while, and it will be a vacation.
Well, I guess I'm done rambling. The fire is down to embers again, and it is technically already past my bedtime.
I hope everyone has a blinding* time tonight!
*Cockney slang.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Early morning brainstorming
So this morning as I was getting ready for work, and also while driving to work, I had a brilliant bit of brainstorming.
So much that at one stop light, there was no way for me to stifle the giggles that resulted.
I love the concept of both the little bits of brainstorming I had, and as they are both quite seperate they will be nice little plot additions to the novel.
I have to admit, one of them very much is a dig against Stephanie Meyer and her "vampires" I'm sorry.. but really.. they aren't very good vampires in my opinion.
It shall be amusing, and I wonder how many people will get the reference? When my official website is up after the book gets published, I wonder what fan will ask that question. I look forward to it. After all, it was partly due (but not entirely, there are at least 6 other Vampire authors who inspired me either by being great, or by being horrible) to Stephanie that I was inspired to write my own novel. Very much the feeling of "Ugh, I can do better than that." I just hope time proves me right.
The other little idea was due to having Voltaire stuck in my head, and I can't believe I hadn't added him to my "Inspiration" Mix list. So that idea is partly Voltaire, and is a concept that Charlaine Harris touched on in her books. No, I am not stealing Bubba. No Elvis for me. Someone better in my opinion.
But to me it makes sense that if there are vampires, why wouldn't there be the occasional historical figure? I mean, Vampires travel through time, who's to say that they didn't live a "life" and in that life become famous, then receed back into their undead hidden lifestyle? Or who's to say that a vampire didn't run across a brilliant individual who just happened to be famous, and decide to keep them? There are so many possibilities when it comes to the whole "living forever" concept.
On a random note, I've for some odd reason started reading Laurell K Hamiliton's blog, and I have to admit... it all makes sense now. I had noticed, especially in oh... the last dozen or so books.. (... everything past the Killing Dance) that it felt very... formulaic. Well, reading her most recent blog, she basically admitted to having a formula. Also she admitted that she was Rushing because the deadline was this week. Well.. that explains so much. That explains why the books are nothing but formulaic garbage. You cannot have every book in your series be A,b,c sometimes.. you have to have A, Z, C, F, and so on. Change it up. Yes, there has to be order to it, but you don't have to always have fight;morgue scene; fight; crime scnene; final confrontation with bad guy; morgue scene as the only formula. That also shows me, that she rights all her sex scenes first. No wonder I can't stand them anymore. It's sad though, I really did enjoy her books in the begining.
I have to say, there are some days where I really do love the drive into work. Don't get me wrong. I still count down the days until I no longer have to do it. 18 months. 18 months... but today was rather beautiful. The moon was very full, I'm a bad little witch and I don't know if it is exactly full right now, or if it is just simply close. I used to be able to tell you without batting an eyelash. But.. hey.. i've been stressed. But I digress... The moon was absolutely beautiful. It was huge. It was this beautiful yellow color, and I got to see it for just about 2 minutes before I blinked and it was gone behind the mountains.
And on a random note: Happiness, is when unfortunately you have the bed all to yourself (other than the cat) and you have an electric blanket. I am now sold. If it wasn't for that blanket, I would be miserable.
Edit: Man my back hurts. It's now making me cranky. I think I really need to meditate again. I haven't in far too long. Stupid crankiness.
So much that at one stop light, there was no way for me to stifle the giggles that resulted.
I love the concept of both the little bits of brainstorming I had, and as they are both quite seperate they will be nice little plot additions to the novel.
I have to admit, one of them very much is a dig against Stephanie Meyer and her "vampires" I'm sorry.. but really.. they aren't very good vampires in my opinion.
It shall be amusing, and I wonder how many people will get the reference? When my official website is up after the book gets published, I wonder what fan will ask that question. I look forward to it. After all, it was partly due (but not entirely, there are at least 6 other Vampire authors who inspired me either by being great, or by being horrible) to Stephanie that I was inspired to write my own novel. Very much the feeling of "Ugh, I can do better than that." I just hope time proves me right.
The other little idea was due to having Voltaire stuck in my head, and I can't believe I hadn't added him to my "Inspiration" Mix list. So that idea is partly Voltaire, and is a concept that Charlaine Harris touched on in her books. No, I am not stealing Bubba. No Elvis for me. Someone better in my opinion.
But to me it makes sense that if there are vampires, why wouldn't there be the occasional historical figure? I mean, Vampires travel through time, who's to say that they didn't live a "life" and in that life become famous, then receed back into their undead hidden lifestyle? Or who's to say that a vampire didn't run across a brilliant individual who just happened to be famous, and decide to keep them? There are so many possibilities when it comes to the whole "living forever" concept.
On a random note, I've for some odd reason started reading Laurell K Hamiliton's blog, and I have to admit... it all makes sense now. I had noticed, especially in oh... the last dozen or so books.. (... everything past the Killing Dance) that it felt very... formulaic. Well, reading her most recent blog, she basically admitted to having a formula. Also she admitted that she was Rushing because the deadline was this week. Well.. that explains so much. That explains why the books are nothing but formulaic garbage. You cannot have every book in your series be A,b,c sometimes.. you have to have A, Z, C, F, and so on. Change it up. Yes, there has to be order to it, but you don't have to always have fight;morgue scene; fight; crime scnene; final confrontation with bad guy; morgue scene as the only formula. That also shows me, that she rights all her sex scenes first. No wonder I can't stand them anymore. It's sad though, I really did enjoy her books in the begining.
I have to say, there are some days where I really do love the drive into work. Don't get me wrong. I still count down the days until I no longer have to do it. 18 months. 18 months... but today was rather beautiful. The moon was very full, I'm a bad little witch and I don't know if it is exactly full right now, or if it is just simply close. I used to be able to tell you without batting an eyelash. But.. hey.. i've been stressed. But I digress... The moon was absolutely beautiful. It was huge. It was this beautiful yellow color, and I got to see it for just about 2 minutes before I blinked and it was gone behind the mountains.
And on a random note: Happiness, is when unfortunately you have the bed all to yourself (other than the cat) and you have an electric blanket. I am now sold. If it wasn't for that blanket, I would be miserable.
Edit: Man my back hurts. It's now making me cranky. I think I really need to meditate again. I haven't in far too long. Stupid crankiness.
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