Friday, December 27, 2013

Cough, cough. I'm sick.

I no longer trust in the healing powers of animals. I'm house sitting and have three dogs and two cats orbiting me at all times and I'm still sick. I'm Dr. Doolittle with a fever, cough and runny nose. 

I rarely get sick, but every few years during the holiday break my body will succumb to some freakishly strong super virus that repeatedly kicks my ass all up and down Candy Cane Lane. 

It's been slow and going adjusting to my new schedule and it would be manageable had I not gotten sick with the holidays upon me. It's been an unusual holiday because my family is off the main land and I'm watching all the pets while I work. 

The animals are making it harder, not easier. Instead of getting my eight hours I get hungry dogs wining in my face at the crack of dawn. It's hard to jump out of bed with a head full of NyQuil. 

I was three days late on my book review video. Needless to say I'm not my usual high energy self this week on YouTube. On a happier note I'm on the mend and looking forward to feedback on the Twist's sequel Chosen.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

How to be a sleepless robot.

First, I'd like to apologize that I can't get to my videos this week. My poor channel. It's been neglected due to the fact that there aren't enough hours in a day. Screw the midnight oil. I've been burning the 2 to 3am oil and I don't see any other way to get my crap done. I was hoping to be finished with the second draft of Chosen last night but I'm still scraping away at it.

My days off are usually spent alternating a healthy balance of social media and working on my novel. Now that I have more than my usual self imposed deadline ahead of me the second book of my Rebecca Ashley series trumps all. I have to go to a school library tomorrow for work so now I'm wishing for a miracle.

How to be a sleepless robot:

1. Set unrealistic expectations for what you can get done in a day and stick to them while abusing yourself with enough caffeine to drop an elephant with a cardiac arrest.

2. Repeat.

I crown myself the Queen of Hyperbole!

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

IWSG Feeling Chicken

It's the first Wednesday of the month which means it's time to contribute to Alex J. Cavanaugh's brain child with a post. View more posts here:

I've been working away at the never ending second draft of my sequel novel for my Rebecca Ashley Mystery Series. I am getting so close to the date I promised to hand out copies of the manuscript to my beta readers that my stomach knots up looking at copies of the first book TWIST. I really want this second book to be better than the first. While I love TWIST I feel CHOSEN will surpass it with it's more complicated plot line. I learned so much writing my first (first published, fourth written) book. 

I can already tell with this one the syntax is better. My voice is clearer. I don't have to go back as much to delete overly wordy sentences. But the plot line for this mystery is so complicated I've caught some serious continuity issues. 

Thankfully I'm starting my work schedule at Books Inc. tomorrow which should help prevent sleepless nights of angst as I obsessively scroll over my word document. Other people's books are the best distraction. 

Monday, December 2, 2013

Damn the distractions!

It's hard to get back in the swing of things over the holidays. I have work lined up. I'm working a gig Friday and I'm finally going to start at the independent bookstore I'd mentioned earlier. Now I can sit back and focus on the second draft of my next book. Um...right?


I am having a harder time than ever avoiding the mundane shit that keeps me from applying ass to chair. I do my usual - turn off my modem, take out the dog, and have a pot of coffee within reach before I sit down but damn if it isn't hard to focus after the booze over-indulgence and turkey tryptophan overload imbibed over the holiday.

I push the 'turn on brain' button and get prompted the question 'Are you sure you don't want to eat and drink first?'

Getting back into a work rhythm after the noisiest of holidays sucks. I stuck to my promise to avoid burnout and remember fun. I was so effective in fact that now I can't keep my butt at my desk long enough to get any work done. I'm getting together with some writer friends to form a work group. Kind of like an adult study group where you're motivated by others to do work because they're working. Time to rally.