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I write young adult novels whenever I'm not taking care of children, making meals, and tackling the Mount Everest of laundry piles.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Small Victories

I was on Janet Reid's website today and noticed that I actually made it into the fifteen finalists for a little contest she had on her site. For those of you who don't frequent her site (she's the agent responsible for Query Shark). Once in awhile she runs a contest where she throws out a few words you must use in a flash, flash fiction piece (100 words or fewer) for various prizes. I've only entered twice, this was the second time and was amazed to see my little 'ole name right there in her blog post today. Now you may be wondering what the big deal is since I didn't exactly win. All I can say is sometimes little victories-like actually placing on the top end of some 82 entries-are all a struggling writer like me needs to keep on truckin'. After all, writing can be lonely, frustrating, doubt-inspiring, and insecurity-laden. Any recognition of my skills-big or small give me a little boost and keep my butt in that chair that much longer. I may not be agented or published yet, but I'm on my way.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Sleep is for Wussies

Sometimes I wish I were a coffee drinker. But unfortunately, I hate all hot liquids-unless I have a cold or it's like 30 below zero outside. So instead of coffee, I am guzzling the Coke Zeros and iced teas and trying to maintain my summer schedule. But so far, it isn't helping.

My kids are home all day everyday now and since we have a limited budget-see my previous post on my plan to write full time from now on and my total lack of income for almost a decade (stay at home mom pay is nil)  and you know how tight that budget is. Camps are out of the question. So it's me and the small people all day and all of my writing is done in the wee hours of the morning-wait, I mean night-or maybe technically it is morning...see what I mean about being tired?  I am dragging booty and since mine is seriously large after years of not working out and the whole butt in chair thing--I am tired, like fall over on my feet tired, which puts me at serious risk-the small people might have the opportunity to tie me up Gulliver-style and raid the pantry for all things sugary. Not a good thing considering the baseline energy level of my brood without the sweet stuff.

And it won't get better for months. Twelve weeks to be exact, but who's counting? And I really, really love my new story-like can't wait to finish it because I want to see how it ends up. So I have put myself on a schedule, darn it and I feel like I might literally explode cartoon character style if I don't meet the deadline I've set. I mean what if someone else is writing something scarily similar right now and beats me to the query stage? What if by the time I finally finish the rough and revise, the idea has lost it's moment of possible trendiness? On some level I know that these are sort of irrational fears, but still I can't stop feeling like every minute I'm not writing is paramount to slacking.

So, coffee...and maybe a few Red Bulls... hopefully both will be looking good in a few more days, 'cause otherwise I just might be sunk.