My 500 Words 31 Day Challenge

I am not a dedicated blogger. I know this, you know this. I write when whimsy strikes me. But I joined up with Jeff Goins and his team over at The Write Practice, and on a whim decide to take the challenge.

That whimsy is going to get me into trouble one of these days.

I am not going to write a novel. I have enough of those that need editing and publishing. I want to be a diligent blogger, but I will admit, I am lazy. I do not have a lot to say about the world, I am still young and unexperienced. I do not care for super serious topics, because that is not who I am. But I am not funny enough to add a satirical twist to events. So therein lies my challenge.

Wish me luck.

Have I written 500 words yet?

Notice the lack of contractions, heehee. I found a word count tracker and realized the first half of this (before the quote)did not even breach a halfway point. As you can see, I am not a wordy individual. So here I am trying to figure out what to write for the first day of this challenge. In conjuction with the blog, I will also be going through Jeff Goins’ new book The Art of Work to figure out a vision for this blog. I have been using it mostly as an update for the new books coming out, and to occasionally voice an opinion on the world (in my humble, limited experience).

I am a fantasy fiction novelist. Seventy-five percent of the time my head is peeking in on other works, checking up on my characters, matching wits with the villains, and building up worlds with mountains, valleys, and cities which do not exist in the real world. This every day…stuff…does not make sense to me. Truly. I wake up, go to work, catch a nap, play with the cat. Sometimes I catch a bite to eat. Rarely do I work out. Where was I going with this?

I am officially terrified of this challenge.

NaNoWriMo was not this scary!

So far, three hundred and sixty words…come on! Give me a break! Okay, two hundred and forty left, you can do this. You got this. Just keep babbling on like an idiot until all your readers get bored and leave you… Not that you had many readers to begin with, I suppose that is some consultation. What am I even saying?

Vision. This blog needs vision. However, as I already expressed, I am not a blogger. I do not rightly know why people blog. I enjoy reading them, to be sure, but I have no interest in writing about my sewing hobbies, I don’t paint enough to get all philosophical, I’m not studious in the Bible to be a theologian, and as far as writing about writing, so many people are doing that already, what is my input worth? Although, if I revisited some of the books I read, collected the research, I could work on some lessons–but 31 500 word lessons? I do not know. I just do not know. I have no vision for Written Things.

542 words! Yes!




Social media can be a hollow, empty experience.

It’s the truth, friends, and I see it everyday. From the teenagers posting hundreds of selfies, to the blogger receiving only “likes”, and the countless individuals reaching out with no one to grab ahold of. How many people can honestly say, if they evaluate their use of social media, that it brings them lasting satisfaction? I know I can’t. I honestly have a love/hate relationship. It’s like that boyfriend who I can’t live with anymore, I can’t stand to be around, yet I won’t leave him because I feel there’s no one else out there for me and we’re destined for a life of worthless together-ness. (This isn’t a confession, don’t worry. I’m single.)

Yes. You read correctly. I’m single.

But that’s not what I came here to say (the flaunting of my singlehood). I’m saying people are incredibly, undeniably lonely. But they don’t know what to do about it. Instead of calling, or setting up a real-time get together, they post another picture of their hair in the hopes of receiving complimentary validation. We’ve all done it. You have, I have, the dog has. Unfortunately, a couple of “likes” is only going to leave us disappointed.

I conducted a social experiment this year. On my social media poison of choice, I resolved to write a comment for every “like” I clicked in the hopes of generating more conversation. I found two people out of 200 who responded well to this. It was actually rather frustrating, but now at least I know I have two people to talk to who will respond. If I could change anything about social media, I would remove all “like” buttons and emoticons. It wouldn’t solve the issue, I know. But it might help. To “like” is to be lazy–and, friends, even I am guilty of such. I’m not here to judge or condemn, I am merely another media user reaching out into her community.

Because social media is hollow and lonely.

I envision social media becoming the downfall of the human self-esteem, and the rise of suicide rates.

As always, this has been,



Sir Ivan’s Train Updates

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I realize I haven’t written a blog in awhile, but let me tell you, the rail tracks are rumbling with activity! Sir Ivan’s Train part one “Dragon King” is due to hit the market November 2015. Choo choo!

This week I finished going through the manuscript with updates and corrections. Next I’ll print it out and proofread with my handy-dandy red pen. It’s like my Sith sabersword…


Then off to the real editors!

Last night I was working on the artwork going into the book. This is exciting, because I never thought I would become a published author–let alone an illustrated published author. See, Aunt Janie, I AM doing something with my art! I’m liking how they are turning out. Do you want to see? I’ll give you a sneak peek. Shhh! Show your friends…

Sir Ivan's Train
Sir Ivan’s Train
Sir Ivan's Train
Sir Ivan’s Train
Sir Ivan's Train
Sir Ivan’s Train

How Do You Fix This?

Whew! I’m tired. Do you ever feel that way? You’re just tired and there’s no bones about it. I’m a nap-taker. When I’m able, I like to take a nap. Just thirty minutes or so, enough that I get relaxed, I fall into limbo, and suddenly my head pops up because the alarm goes off. It’s great. Most of the time, I only get 10-12 minutes. You laugh, but I used to drop on my bed, set the alarm for 7 minutes, and that was all I had before rushing off to my next job. I trained my body to sleep within a minute if I needed it. Now I get 45 minutes before jobs, and I can’t imagine how I used to manage those 7 minutes.

This wasn’t going to turn into a post about my schedule, but there you go.

I’m just tired. All around tired. Looking forward to my nap tonight before I have to face the greedy, insolent masses of retail.

And I miss summer like peanut butter misses jelly.