Tell Me What You Don’t Like about Yourself

Did you ever see the show Nip Tuck? I never watched it, but I used to see commercials for it during Charmed, because they had an actor in common. Overall, it didn’t strike me as a worthwhile use of my time. It still doesn’t. I really hated how the main character would ask women, at the start of the cosmetic surgery consultation, “Tell me what you don’t like about yourself.” I mean, I have my issues with cosmetic surgery as it is. When it’s approached in that self-hating way, I really loath it.

Even so, that question stuck with me. Tell me what you don’t like about yourself. I think it’s a good question to ask yourself sometimes, now that I’m older. Not about my appearance, but about my actions.

I don’t mean this to come off as derogatory. For the most part I think that I, like most people, am doing the best I can with the resources I have.

But I know for sure that I have some really bad habits that are causing me some grief. I love me, but there are still things that I don’t like about me. It’s getting toward that time of the year when we all make promises to ourselves about how we’re going to be better people. Quit smoking, lose weight, start reading more, eat healthier. While those are great goals, I wonder if they’re really what’s going to make the most impact on your life. Maybe you’re health is just freaking fine. (Unless you’re smoking. Go ahead and quit that, please. I like you and I’d like to see you stick around.) So, rather than making the same goals everyone else is making, let’s make some that are based on that simple question.

Tell me (you) what you don’t like about yourself.

What don’t you like about your home life?

What don’t you like about your current financial situation?

What don’t you like about your self-care regiment?

What don’t you like about your creative outlet/side hustle?

I chose those four because they represent the four corners of what I feel are a balanced life. My home, my finances, my self-care and my writing are the four areas that I feel that I can focus on and improve in my life. You might have totally different categories, and that’s fine. This is your life. How you want to improve it is personal.

So, what don’t you like about yourself? More importantly, what can you do to change it?

The State Vs. Abigail

Abigail looked defiant, sitting behind the defendant’s table. Even in prison orange, she looked haughty. I couldn’t understand how she could look so sure of herself. She was a big woman. Not fat, just broad and tall. Her hair was thick, hanging like a heavy curtain around her face.

She wasn’t doing herself any favors to the people in the jury. She sat, looking straight ahead, calm determination etched on her face.

I’d just delivered my closing arguments against her and taken my seat. The jury looked like they were going to be sick. The things she’d been accused of was more than I could stomach, and I’d seen more than most people.

I had to remind myself to not look at Emily behind me. She didn’t always come to see me at work, it was frowned upon. But I liked having her here for this one. It was just too chilling.

You don’t get used to dead kids, no matter how often you see them. This death was especially horrific. The little boy was found in pieces, with bite marks all over his body. His poor mother, I still haven’t seen her without tears. And the father hadn’t been able to take it. He’d killed himself before the trial had even started.

Abigail insisted that she was innocent. She’d put on a great show of being physically ill when shown pictures of the boy. But when the police searched her car, they’d found the child’s bloody shirt in her trunk, under her spare tire. She insisted that she had only gone to the convenience store, then right home. But she lived alone, so there was no one to confirm that.

She was a horrific woman, there was no way around it. She worked at a packing factory for some furniture store. She wasn’t in any sort of relationship, didn’t have any close friends. She didn’t have any family that she was close with. I’d made sure to tell the jury all of that, painting a picture of the monster that had attacked a child.

I was glad that Emily was here. It made me feel better, knowing that she was behind me. She was what a real woman should be. She was quiet, petite and lovely. I loved her so much. It was laughable to even compare her to Abigail. They seemed to be two different species.

The jury was going to convict Abigail. I’d seen enough of these to know it. Abigail showed no remorse, no sense that she’d done anything wrong. She steadfastly professed her innocence, despite the damning evidence. The jury could barely stand to look at her. Often the thought that someone was eligible for the death sentence deterred people from voting guilty. I didn’t think it would deter this jury, though.

It made things easier. Normally, Emily was more careful. I almost hadn’t gotten the shirt into the car in time. It was lucky that Abigail had been at the convenience store that night.

Football and Heritage

If you’re a sports fan, this is your favorite time of year. Football is in full swing, and hockey is just starting up. As a Steelers and Penguins fan, I’m finding that my schedule is dictated by the game nights. This is a far cry from when I was a kid and couldn’t have cared less about sports. The older I get, though, the more I like it. Because it’s me, I have to overthink this. But I finally realized that the reason why I love sports is simple.

As many of you know, I don’t have a great relationship with my extended family. I often feel like a tree without deep roots, unsteady. As though a strong gust of wind might blow me down. The way I’ve learned to cope with that is to build a foundation, to take the place of roots I don’t have. This little Western PA town holds all of my memories. And this town bleeds black and gold. That is my heritage.

Here’s the great thing about following a sports team. It’s not about wanting to win. If that were the case, everyone would cheer for the Steelers, Cowboys or 49ers. It’s about your home town. People move all over the world, and carry their home town colors along with them.

I’ll cheer for the Steelers and Penguins for the rest of my life, whether they’re winning or losing. I’ll feel an instant warmth for others who cheer those teams. I’ll feel like I belong, because of my team. I hope my daughters have that, too.

It’s November 4th. If you’re participating in Nanowrimo, you’re probably either ahead of the game, or already wondering what the hell you were thinking participating in this crazy thing. Either way, you’re my hero. I can’t say enough good about Nanowrimo. I wrote Broken Patterns because of it, and I wrote the sequel, Starting Chains, the year after. If you want to write your first book, or at least get the first 50,000 words done in a month, do this!

Last year, though, I wasn’t going to be able to participate. I had Broken Patterns sitting on my desk, undone, and Starting Chains was still in rough draft form. I couldn’t start on another novel with those two still staring at me, like two neglected alley cats might watch if you bring a new kitten into your home.

Fortunately, I wasn’t the only one. Nicole Simms, who I found on Facebook and just fell in love with, was in the same boat. So we decided to do Nanoedmo in November. That way we could participate in all of the writing brother/sisterhood of the month and make progress on our current projects.

Full disclosure, we didn’t make up Nanoedmo. It’s just normally done in March. There’s a whole website dedicated to it, which you can visit by going here.

You might find that you, yourself are in a similar situation. (Yes, I’m already thinking of Alice’s Restaurant.) I imagine that a lot of writers have that abandoned ally cat of a manuscript, lurking around their desk, hissing at the new kitten manuscripts that have your attention with their fluffy fur and potential. Let’s give those cats a home together. If you want to join us, that’s awesome. Don’t think that four days in is too late, you can still catch up! It’s an hour and 55 minutes a day, every day for the rest of the month. Check us out on the official Facebook page, right here.

My goals this year are pretty grand. I have the rewrites for Broken Patterns that I’m working on. Once that’s done, I’ve got two books that I’ve written and they need to go through their second draft. Do I think I’ll get all of this done in a month? Hell no, I’m not masochistic. But I plan to get the rewrites on Broken Patterns done, and that will be an awesome project in itself.

What do you want to accomplish this month? If you’re not going to do either Nano event, but forge your own path as a writer, I’m especially interested in hearing your goals. Let us know in the comments below!

She’s Always Barking

Coco was barking again. It woke Lindsay, who groaned and threw her pillow at the dog. This didn’t dissuade Coco, her little pug, at all. If anything, it seemed to make her bark louder.

She got out of bed, and lumbered toward the dog. But it was too late, Conner was already awake. The newborn’s scream blended with the dog’s barking.

Lindsay started into the nursery, trying in vain to remember what a quiet morning felt like. Coco followed after her, barking all the while.

Conner was wailing away in his crib. He’d kicked off his blanket, his face red with the effort of his cries.

“Shush, shush,” Lindsay said, scooping him up. “Let’s get you and Coco breakfast, little man.”

Conner’s scream’s subsided to a shallow whimpering once he was in her arms. Coco was still yipping her damn head off as she followed them down the stairs.

The kitchen felt as cold as death that morning. Lindsay gave Coco a little nudge with her foot. “Enough,” she said, “you want fed, I get it.” The dog behaved as though nothing had happened, and continued to make a racket.

Lindsay set Conner in his high chair, then grabbed Coco by her collar. “Alright, outside then,” she said, pulling her to the back door and giving her a gentle shove outside. Then, she headed to the cupboard where she kept the baby cereal.

Instead of the cereal, she found coffee cups.

“What the hell?” Lindsay muttered. This was where the cereal had always been. She took a deep breath. Maybe James had moved things around. But why would he decide to do that while she was asleep?

She opened each cupboard, one after the other. There was no cereal, formula or baby food at all. Nothing was where it should have been. Coco was still barking at the door, and Conner was crying again.

It was too early for this. Lindsay took a few deep breaths, then scooped Conner back up. “We’ll just get dressed, and go to the store if there’s no cereal,” she said, trying desperately to keep her temper. The last thing she wanted to do was wrestle a cranky baby into an outfit to go to the store.

As she walked past the window, though, she realized that it would do her no good anyway. Her car was missing from the driveway.

“What in the hell is going on here!” Lindsay cried.

When Alice got home, she was surprised to see Coco outside, barking her head off at the kitchen door. “How’d you get out again?” she asked, moving her grocery bags into her off hand so that she could open the door. “Damn dog.”

She managed to maneuver her way into the kitchen, the dog yapping at her feet the whole time. But once she was inside, she nearly dropped her bags. Every cupboard door was open, and things were pushed roughly aside, as though someone had been angrily looking for something.

Coco ran past her, only to start yipping at the stairs. Alice took a few deep breaths, setting her bags on the table. She was so sick of that dog, but it had belonged to Rodger’s first wife. She was the last member of the family he’d lost when Lindsay and Conner had been in a car accident. But she was always barking!

The Woven Timeline

With Broken Patterns on the way to publication, I’m feeling nostalgic. I mean, I started this book in 2014, and it’s just now coming out. It’s also a little weird, because I’m almost done with Starting Chains and about to be working on Missing Stitches. It’s all coming back full circle.

So I wanted to walk through the steps I’ve taken with Woven so far, broken down by year. I’ll be doing updates as the book progress, of course, but I just want to take a minute and read the mile marker.

2013

I wrote the rough draft of Broken Patterns in six weeks. I had never written anything that long before. The novel I wrote before was just barely novel size. I had to add a whole secondary plot line just to puff it up. Broken Patterns was huge, though! It was over 800 pages long hand, double spaced.

Then I got fired from the shoe store, and my daughter was kidnapped by her paternal father from school. That’s when Broken Patterns saved my life. It was all I had to cling to while I was trying desperately to save my family.

2014

In which everything had a happy ending. I spent a good amount of time cleaning up the novel before Woven, and started trying to submit it.

I spent seven months writing the second draft of Broken Patterns. I was so sick and tired of it after that I jumped into Starting Chains with both feet for NANO that year.

I did write 50,000 words in November, but that wasn’t half of that book. I threw the thing away halfway through and started from scratch twice. It took six months, total, to finish that draft, that spanned five composition notebooks.

In the meantime, my daughter came home, and I landed the best damn day job ever.

2015

Most of 2015 was spent finishing Starting Chains, but when that was done I wrote the final draft of Broken Patterns. It was finished, for good (not really) in November. I put it away with a sigh, only to pull it back out to add a prologue and epilogue when I was finished with the second draft of Starting Chains and realized I’d need to foreshadow some of the things going on. The Final draft of Broken Patterns took me six months, then another three weeks for a final polish. When it was done, I jumped right into the second draft of Starting Chains. That took me into 2016.

My life was pretty awesome this year. Mostly I was still recovering from the two years before. I did get promoted at my day job. And, we moved into our first ever house! Our family also gained a member. Our dog, Oliver.

2016

This year isn’t over yet, of course. But so far I’ve finished the second draft of Starting Chains, which took a total of five and a half months. I think it took less time than the first one because I threw it away twice during the rough draft process.

After that I wrote the rough draft for Missing Stitches. I am really apprehensive, because it seemed so easy to write it. Which probably means it’s predictable and boring as hell. All told, it took me three months.

Now I’m working on the final draft of Starting Chains, in the hopes of getting it done before I start on the rewrites for Broken Patterns. If it doesn’t take too long, I’ll start on draft two of Missing Stitches after that.

No estimated release date yet.

I can’t wait to see what happens next.

Series Outline

I realized that, while I’ve gone over most of my creative process, there’s one tool that I’ve designed over the last few years I’ve never talked about. It’s an essential tool, though, and one that I’d like to share with you today.

A series outline.

Why to make a series outline

You probably have an overlying plan for your series, unless you wrote one and then got another idea for the same characters. This happens, but I rarely think it’s as fun. One of the reasons why I loved Harry Potter and Hunger Games so much is that there is a plot, tight as a piano wire, through the series. It’s undeniable how a well plotted series sings.

A series outline is also a handy place to store ideas for future books that you don’t want to forget. We all think we’re going to remember our bolt from the blue ideas, but we don’t. Why do you think I’ve twice nearly been hit by a car while walking? I was trying to pull up literally any program on my tablet to get the idea down before I lost it.

How to make a series outline

What should go into your series outlines? I have two, and they look pretty much the same, despite how different my books are.

  • Who’s the main characer?
  • Where’s it going to be set?
  • Major plots.
  • Minor plots.
  • What series plots will be involved?
  • What happened in the books before that I need to wrap up in this one?
  • What do I need to foreshadow for future books?
  • Any other notes.

No, I don’t know all of that for every book I have planned. Start with what you have, other ideas will follow. For instance, I might know the major plot for a book, and who’s going to be in it. But I really won’t know what minor plot lines aren’t getting settled until I’m done with the book before it.

Don’t put it on paper, it will break your heart. You’re going to change, add to and take away from this document all the freaking time. If you try to put it on paper, you’re going to have a scratched out, scrambled mess. I use Evernote, of course, so that I can add to it and refer to it on the fly.

And I do add to it often. I get ideas as I’m writing, editing or just brushing my teeth that I don’t want to lose. I also take time after every draft to update it.

I also find some additional lists to be helpful additions.

  • Who’s still alive.
  • Where each character is, geographically.
  • Master list of series plot lines.

Nothing is set in stone

I’m sure the pantsers among you have dismissed this idea as a bad one. How is anything to be creative when it’s all so structured? Isn’t it nothing more than dictation if you already know what’s going to happen? What if a new idea strikes?

That’s why you have a delete key. If you’re looking over your notes, and something doesn’t fit anymore, take it out. If something strikes you as boring, your reader probably thinks it is, too. If you have a burst of inspiration that changes the whole structure of the series, just change it! That’s why we don’t write it on paper!

2016 Nano Shopping List

Sorry, guys, no short story this week. But I think you’ll be pleased with what I have for you.

Once again it’s time for my yearly Nanowrimo and Nanoedmo shopping list. “But Nicole,” I can hear you say, “Nanoedmo isn’t until March.” Or maybe you’re saying, “What the hell are you talking about?”

Well, last month, the awesome blogger Nicole J. Simms hosted a Nanoedmo in November, for all of us who can’t rough draft this month.

So, since this is the third year I’ve done this, I prepared two shopping lists for you, one for rough drafting and one for editing.

So, to participate in Nano, since I’ve already got everything on  this list, I’ll need…

  1. A subscription to Dropbox, to store your rough draft.
  2. A case of Coke. Coffee’s expensive, but you still need that caffine boost. Besides, it pairs better with rum. (Just kidding, don’t write drunk!)
  3. Dog treats, to distract Oliver.
  4. Desk yoga videos, so I can stay stretchy while not leaving my desk.
  5. One of those lower back support things for my chair. (I’m getting older, and my back’s been doing weird things.)
  6. Spam, because that is a quick meal anytime.
  7. A pound of unsalted butter and a big jar of coconut oil for bullet proof coffee.
  8. A brand new Moleskine for notes.
  9. An inspirational background for my computer. Or, an evil clown picture for my desktop, so that I want to keep Open Office open to hide it.
  10. A pomodoro timer, to keep me on track.

For editing, of course, we all have different needs. Here’s my editing list from last year, and here’s what I’ll be getting this year.

  1. Some tiger balm. (I told you my back was bothering me)
  2. A new canvas bag, because lugging around my laptop and manuscript has all but killed my old one.
  3. A gift card to my favorite coffee place, since I’m going to live there for a month.
  4. A Lindsay Stirling album. Violin music helps me focus.
  5. Some makeup removing wipes, since I’ll be pulling some long hours and won’t want to fully wash my face before crashing.
  6. New binder clips, because there’s a ton of pages, and organization may save what’s left of my mind.
  7. Wasabi peas. They are delicious and a filling snack.
  8. BB cream, mascara and lip balm. All the makeup I’m going to have time for this month.
  9. A big bottle of bubble bath for sore muscle soaking.
  10. And finally, a cheesecake to hide in my freezer for when I get in my 50 hours of editing in one month!

Good luck, everyone! Let us know how you’re doing, whatever challenge you’re participating in, so we can all cheer you on.

What can’t you write without? Let us know in the comments below.

A Review of Harry Potter And The Cursed Child

Harry Potter fans, raise your replica wands!

This has been a pretty good year to be a Potter fan. At least, as good as it can be now that the series is done. But, we got a screenplay and a new movie, so we can’t complain too much.

Now, I haven’t seen Fantastical Beasts yet, (since it comes out in November) but I did read The Cursed Child. And I’m not going to lie, I had mixed feelings about it.

Here are some things you should know before you read it.

It is a play, not a novel.

If you pick this book up expecting it to be, well, a book, you’re going to be sadly disappointed. It’s a play, and this is a play script that you’re reading.

This is not a bad thing. I like reading plays, and in fact one of my favorite Steven King Stories, Storm of The Century, is a screenplay. Just don’t be expecting the flow of dialog and descriptions that we found in the books.

JK Rowling didn’t write it.

I’m sure that I don’t need to tell you that every writer has her own voice. I could write the same story as you, and it would be completely different. If you’ve read the books, you’ll recognize Rowling’s voice, and find that this play lacks it.

I don’t mean to disparage the writers of the play, Jack Thorne and John Tiffany. Their style is different, but good.

As of this writing, the edition available is the rehearsal edition.

And another edition is going to come out. I think it’s slanted for later this year, early next year. I don’t know how different it’s going to be. They might just want to clean some things up after the show was done. But be warned, it might come out and be completely different. It’s kind of like comic books. Just when you think you know something, a writer decides to ret-con a character and screw up your day.

I still loved it.

Even with all of that, I still loved this story. I wanted, like everyone did, to know what happened! What did everyone do after Hogwarts? I mean, we know that there are kids (poorly named kids) but that’s it! I wanted to know so much more. While Rowling has given us some of that, there was more to learn about. And I wanted something a little more official than fan fic. If that’s what you’re after, then The Cursed Child delivers.

Just know what you’re getting into.

A behind the Scenes Look at Seeming

This week was the last week for Seeming! Are you going to miss it? I’m sorry, I don’t even have a tentative release date for You Can’t Trust The AI, so I can’t even torture you with that. But it’s coming! In fact, there should be at least six S86 books eventually.

I’m getting ready to release Seeming as an E-book. This is actually the third e-book I’ve published, and my process has changed a lot. So have my tools. With that being the case, I wanted to give you a behind the scenes look at my process.

Editing

After I went through three drafts and a polish with this book, I put it through a new tool that I learned about recently. It’s called Grammarly, and it’s my new best friend. It’s an in depth grammar checker that caught a lot more that the grammar checker on Open Office. Now, I don’t have the paid version. The free version seems to be working just fine for me, to be honest. It basically just tucked my shirt in and combed my hair.

Cover art

I worked with an amazing artist, Jeremy McClimans to create the cover art for Seeming. He sent this cover to me, and I thought I was going to cry. I mean, look at it!

After creating the covers for my first two books and thinking, “Eh”, I’m so glad I hired a professional for this one.

Publishing tool

I switched up the software I used to create my e-book this time to Calibre. I won’t be going back. It was so easy to select fonts, set up the pages how I wanted them, establish the cover art. It was perfect. I would highly advise it if you’re going to self publish.

Placement

Actually, this one didn’t change. I’m using Gumroad and Tablo, just like I have for the other books. But how can I not? Gumroad allows me to set up coupons and is super easy to use. I can see how many people have looked at my books in a given week, which I like because I’m vain. And Tablo puts your book on the I Store, which is kind of a big deal.

Seeming, with an exclusive Episode 7 will be available on November 28. What’s in Episode 7? Well, I wonder why Godfrey hasn’t heard from his dad on Earth. Keep an eye out for pre order goodness.

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