Friday, September 30, 2011

Tomorrow Is The Goal

I get until midnight-right? 

I am 11 pages from reaching the end of the third and final edit. I will need my head lamp and some snacks, because it's a little murky down there.

Apparently in the excitement to write "THE END" and the eagerness to start on book two, someone got little harsh and cliffhangery. 

Tsk tsk. 

Everyone know that a satisfying ending needs must be. It's the literary equivalent of an after meal espresso and square of dark chocolate. Deceptively simple, but perfectly rich. You want to leave fondly reminiscing over the quality of the meal, not giving in to the pressing need to find your fat pants.

After I master that simple little task (snort) I will dose my badguy with that evil juice I have been brewing for some time.  I believe I will be able to do these things before the clock strikes Oct 2.

Ah the good old days!
Then I will shout "technicalvictory!" and claim my mini-self-prize......a manipedi! (This has been a surprisingly successful carrot for me. Every time I look at my hooves, I shudder in horror and then run to the computer.)
As I wait for the feedback from my wise owls, I will tweak my sexy query letter. When I see the ratio of Hoots vs. Pellets from my owls - I will announce my new Mail By Deadline. Know this - it will be October.

Of 2011.

That is that plan.  And ooooo the self-prize is REAL good for this goal, people.  It's pink.  It's sparklie.  And I WANT IT.

But first  have to earn it.

Are there any book endings (good or bad) that stick with you?

Monday, September 26, 2011

Welcome To The Imago Tavern

The place was dead as a windshield. She gave the bar top another pointless mirror polish and then she felt it. After all these years she could still sense when The Season began, not in her loins or her blood, but an echo deep in the lacuna of her exoskeleton.

She lit a smoke, taking a satisfied gander at her retirement plan. She was long past fertile and now she had a different kind of vault to fill. This little hole-in-the-wall had been just the ticket. It was stocked and ready.

Soon it would be crawling with every young bug in the city hopped up on hormones and grass clippings, filling the air with a miasma of pheromones thick enough to choke a lady cockroach and definitely turn one on. With oscitated jaws and frisky antennas, bugs would buy her booze and rub legs across the table until it was time to get to the propagating.

Inevitably there would be one lone fellow left moping after the last pair skittered out. She’d eat him; head first this year. Some call it the way of the wild, but she liked to think it was synchronicity. She hadn’t been wild in ages.

If you're in the Write Campaign and it didn't bug you, please give my little story a thumbs up!

#114 Welcome To The Imago Tavern - HERE


I hope you enjoyed my entry into the second Write Campain Challenge.  I took all the extra challengs too and boy are my wings tired!

Write a blog post in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should:
· include the word "imago" in the title
· include the following 4 random words: "miasma," "lacuna," "oscitate," "synchronicity,"
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional and included in the word count), make reference to a mirror in your post.
For those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY

Friday, September 23, 2011

Flash You On Friday

Today has been all about getting my house cleaned up before my next round of jobs kick in, but wanted to post a little sumpin.

I have a major cybercrush on Chuck Wendig at terribleminds (shhh - don't tell) and I took his Friday Flash Fiction challenge.  One story in three sentences.  Here's mine.

“A place for everything,” she croaked, lurching to her feet in a swirl of cat and hair. Brushing the crumbs from her chin and clutching the new treasure, she made her way down the narrow path, straightening the newest tower of phone books and tucking stray receipts back into bundles until she reached the bread boxes. “This is your place,” she whispered, nestling the tender crust in amongst its hard and moldy brothers.

Clearly influenced by my fall cleaning, though (despite what my husband thinks) I am not a hoarder.

So back to my Friday clean-a-thon.  On a final note, here are some things I found in my office today:  3 lost earrings, one wolf's ear, a foam pear, a beaded purse, a mammogram bill, and five pairs of sunglasses. 

This is not fiction.

I am not a hoarder.
Not as much fun as this guy's having.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Edit My Face Off

It appears that I have already broken my own blog rules by not posting for an entire week.

Nice, Swenson, real nice. 
I was imprisoned by an evil sapling?

No, no evil sapling to blame. It was writing that kept me from blogging. I have been committed to keeping my Oct 1 deadline to be Done Done with Children of Utrøst.  And boy-howdy is my work cut out for me.

The ending is a big hairy mess which needs rewriting. My villain needs a good dose of evil juice, which is currently bubbling on the back burner, still needs a pinch of unicorn blood. And somehow I must trim my word count so it looks good in a bikini. I am all for a good Brazilian, but I think I've already done all the major clearing and will have to get out the tweezers. (Classy-no?)

Can all this be done by 10/1/11?  Without resulting in this?

Not That Uncommon.

You'll be the first to know.

A week late.


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

In Celebration of Nerds (Again)

Just enjoyed a weekend at the Kite Festival in Pacific Beach, WA.  With the sound of the ocean in your ear, plenty of Bloody Mary in your veins, and the gentle sway of the kites all around you, it's basically like spending the weekend inside a tropical fish tank.

So. Chill.
Let your Frog Flag fly!
Did you know there was such a thing as Stunt Kiters?

(Try saying that 3x fast without being a dirty bird!)

Stunt Kiters, who are real, might just connect on the beach with like-skilled folk they've never met before and spend hours shoulder to shoulder making their kites dance in an impossibly synchronized dance. How?  How? Even up close it doesn't look real. So cool.

I just love discovering a new nerd pocket! You know, one of those weird hobby/obsessions/lifestyles that make you say, "That's a thing?"

It could be LARPers, adventure racers, urban farmers, part-time zombies, scooter clubs, or rabid collectors of Weird Item X. I love knowing that they're out there and I want to know all about it. I am giddy knowing there are entire mini-cultures I've never dreamed of complete with etiquette, snobbery, and a language all their own.  Even if they don't turn my personal crank, they are always (briefly) fascinating. It's world building in real life! 

Where my nerds at?

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Write Campaign First Challenge

Here are the rules of the first challenge for the Write Campaign

Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open.”

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: "the door swung shut."

For those who want an even greater challenge, make your story 200 words EXACTLY!

If you watched the video in my last post you KNOW I took both of the extra challanges. 

Nerd power!!!

Between The Rock and A Hard Place

The door swung open, completing its dramatic arch and return, then slamming closed in her face. So much for slinking in unnoticed. Gingerly she tested the end of her nose, relieved when it did not wheeze like an accordion. The wood grain was quite lovely up close.

In the long second before kissing oak, she’d glimpsed him sitting on the white couch surrounded by family, friends, their friends, and their friend’s friends. On the side table right next to all the solidarity-lay her traitorous purse and keys.

 Not a sound came from the other side of the door. She imagined them all staring at it, well-dressed rabbits frozen in social horror. It wasn’t the first time she’d brought the room to silence that night.

“Will you marry me?”


Leaving two choices - walk the twenty miles of wooded road alone, in heels, in the dark or walk back into that room. Could she hide in the bathroom until they went to bed? She sensed movement on the other side and the door cracked open. A hand appeared with her purse dangling between the fingers like a dead rodent. She grabbed it and ran.

Behind her the door swung shut.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Ambergis Martini

Are you done yet?

Um. No.  Well, yes.  But, no.

It's a valid question.

Truth is there are all kinds of "done" in the writing process: done with the first draft, done with second draft, done with crit group edits, done with rewriting, and capital D - Done.

I get pretty excited every time I reached a done. I like celebrations -- there's dancing, hooting, and martini sipping.
 So when can I officially say I am Done and sip my martini straight from the pitcher?

In my mind Done is when this current WIP is beautified to the point that it can be sent out to agents. Then it becomes the book I am selling and something new will snag the title of WIP.  I am looking forward to that part of the adventure.  My goal is to be Done by October 1.  Will that happen?  Maybe-we will jump in that well when we get to it.

It's all pretty clear to me, but it's hard to explain to my interested and supportive friends and family.  I have used many a questionable comparison: writing a book is like building a house, writing a book is like producing a show, writing a book is like turning whale barf into perfume (that's probably the most accurate,)  but the truth is that writing a book is like writing a book and not everybody is gonna get it. Just like I don't get motorcycle racing or reality TV.

How do you explain it?  Or do you?

Friday, September 2, 2011

Frabjous Friday

Leapin' Liebsters!
Feeling kinda sparklie because the dashing T.B. McKenzie over at Magickless has gifted me with an award for bloggers with less than 200 followers.  (He is also under the impression that I am an Aussie - which is totally not true, but makes me feel ultra cool.)  Thanks T.B.!

And now a big drum roll for Ms. Saba who I am nominating for her very own Liebster Blog Award in honor of our shared love of Amelia Bedelia.

My preferred cover art.
Speaking of ultra cool - I thought you all might enjoy this video.  It's a little something put together by one of the theatres I work for - a fun way for the kids to get to know the directors and shows before they audition for the upcoming season.

 I am SO EXCITED because this winter I will be directing an adaptation of A Wrinkle In Time one of my favorite books EVER!! 

I travel back in time to let my younger nerd have a say.  Good for a giggle.

Check it out!