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What A Feeling

Every January, I create a project priority list, in which I list my unfinished WIPs in order from highest priority to lowest. You may have seen them on various social media whatevers. I made one this year, too, but I didn’t post it anywhere (see: extended writing funk) because it didn’t really look like the lists I had made in the past, and I didn’t know how I felt about that. Or if I’d even bother attempting to do anything with said list.

The second item on the list is The Coileáin Chronicles, which encompasses my entire fantasy series. Usually I only have a single title in each slot, but right now the entire damn series is on there because I have to figure out what to do with three separate titles, how the three of them work (or don’t work) in relation to one another and the rest of the series. Which feels weird, but it’s true. They’re all pieces of a puzzle I can’t seem to fit together. The most progress I’ve made is occasionally thinking, “Yeah. I’m gonna need a plan for that” before I go on with the rest of my day.

But whatever. That’s not the point of this post. Right now, I imagine you’re all like

Anyway, this is the point of this post. (Except ‘point’ may be too strong of a word…)

Currently, the top spot on the project priority list is held by the Terrible Romance Sequel. If you’re keeping score at home, I don’t know to actually write this book either or if it can even be done. But it is more or less a standalone book, which makes it infinitely easier than figuring out what to do with the fantasy series. Plus, my lovely goddaughter (AKA, the only reason the Terrible Romance Novel exists) gave me a very gentle and kind reminder (not sarcasm. I know I am chronically sarcastic, but that was sincere) that she’s very patiently waiting to read this novel.

So it’s my main focus. (Except ‘focus’ may be too strong of a word…)

Yesterday, I opened the manuscript and started cutting parts of scenes (dialogue, mostly) that didn’t belong. Stuff that didn’t make any sense, and stuff that made even less sense than the other stuff. I didn’t write very much. I didn’t write down the word count or anything, but the amount of words I wrote probably wouldn’t have filled a haiku.

But sometime during the deleting and the barest amount of writing that could be considered writing, I had a moment where I thought, “I want to finish this novel.”

Which was immediately followed by:

And then:

And:

out of fear that I might scare off that feeling and end up back hanging out with my main man, Artax.

I don’t know what will come out of that moment. Maybe nothing. Maybe something. Maybe it’ll lead to another similar moment which will lead to another and another until I find myself awash in an avalanche of creativity and motivation or whatever.

I guess I’ll have to wait and see.

But, for the record, I’m pulling for the avalanche.

What’s going on in your corner of the world?

Limbo

So…not to be dramatic or anything, but it feels as though my creativity, my writing muse, my…whatever you want to call it is dead.

Now, that may not be true. It could just be on an extended vacation or hibernating, or hastily trying to patch itself back together with chewing gum somewhere in the recesses of my mind. But, until I know for sure what the deal is, it feels as though it’s dead.

Meaning I feel as though I don’t have another book in me and that all of my currently unfinished WIPs (of which there are many. Just…so, so many. A depressingly large number, really.) will remain that way forever and ever because the well of creativity (or whatever passed for one in the past) is completely bone dry and possibly filled with concrete.

But, you know, I don’t want to be dramatic.

Needless to say (even though I’m going to say it anyway), I haven’t been writing. At all. I am living the doldrums life. I am in limbo.

Which is not a problem for me at all because I am so very calm and patient and definitely not overdramatic. I mean, it’s totally cool with me that I haven’t been writing. It doesn’t make me feel more anxious and uncomfortable in my own skin. It definitely doesn’t make me feel more and more like I don’t belong in the writing world, and I absolutely love the fact that my daily writing goals have all been replaced with a goal of just not completely self-destructing while I wait to see if I’ll ever write another word ever again.

And it’s a good thing that I’m so fine because it is what it is. There’s nothing much for me to do but wait. Keep myself busy/distracted as best I can and wait.

We’ll see what happens.

If anything.

So. Yeah. That’s what’s going on (or not going on, maybe I should say?) here.

What’s happening in your corner of the world?

Bad Fairy Strikes Again

Hello, everyone! Today, I’m pleased to be taking part in the blog tour for Elaine Kaye’s latest release—Bad Fairy Strikes Again! Elaine is one of my very favorite people, and I’m so excited for her.

Keep on reading for all the details about the story (psst—it’s on sale right now!) and be sure to enter the giveaway at the end…

 

 
 
 
Bad Fairy Strikes Again
A Bad Fairy Adventure Book 2
by Elaine Kaye
Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy
 
 
Thistle Greenbud thought the nickname Bad Fairy was behind her, but she can’t escape it. Someone is spreading a rumor about her that just isn’t true and can ruin all of her hard work in getting into Advanced School. What fairy would do such a thing? As if that’s not bad enough, Thistle’s dad goes missing. Not a single fairy in Tinselville has seen him. He’s vanished like pixie dust. Her mom is distraught, and Thistle is worried. Where could he be? Thistle and the Flutters, along with Dusty and Moss, are on both cases. Can they find out what happened to her dad and solve the Bad Fairy rumor? Thistle hopes so!
 
 
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Bad Fairy
A Bad Fairy Adventure Book 1
 
 
Thistle Greenbud is not a bad fairy. She simply doesn’t like rules, and it’s just her luck that her homework is to create a new rule for the fairy handbook. But first, she has more important things to do. Like figure out how to get back at Dusty and Moss for playing tricks on her.
Before she can carry out her plan, though, disaster strikes and she finds herself working alongside the very fairies she wanted revenge on. Can they work together and trust each other, or will things go from bad to worse?
 
 
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Elaine Kaye is the author of A Bad Fairy Adventure series AND A Gregory Green Adventure series. She first created Gregory Green after her son, who loved her homemade pea soup, thus inspiring the story Pea Soup Disaster.
Kaye has worked as a library assistant and teacher’s assistant in elementary schools in the Sunshine State. She currently lives in Florida, but she has called Michigan; Honolulu, Hawaii; and Okinawa, Japan home. She is a grandmother of three boys.
 
 
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Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!
 
3 signed paperback picture books (Pea Soup Disaster, The Missing Alphabet, Slow Poke), 
three handmade bookmarks, plus a goodie bag and worksheets.
 

Halfway Point

Admittedly, I have completely lost my ability to tell time, days of the week, weeks of the month, and months of the year, but I think it’s slightly past the halfway point of the year. Which means it’s probably about that time when I take a look at the goals I set for myself back in January to see how my year is progressing. Or, you know, not progressing, as the case may be. I honestly don’t know. January feels like it was a million years ago.

—Publish Love & Other Lies

Well, I haven’t managed to do this yet. Which comes as a shock, I know. What may be more shocking, however, is that I’ve actually made some progress on this goal. I don’t really want to go into any details because doing so feels too much like tempting fate or something, but yes. Progress has been made. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.

July’s goal: Continue making progress and don’t, you know, sabotage everything because I’m an anxiety-ridden freakazoid. Which I would never do except I would do exactly that because I’m an anxiety-ridden freakazoid.

—Complete first draft of Full Circle

I haven’t accomplished this, either, but I have made some progress on it. Kind of. Sort of. I mean, yesterday, I totally had this realization about the story that would mean I have to add way more stuff to it and restructure a not-insignificant part of acts one and two in order to do it. Which is totally cool and exactly what I had hoped would happen midway through the year because why make progress on a WIP when you can actually make the opposite of progress? And sure, if you want to get all technical about it, I am making progress on this story because, apparently, knowing where it’s headed is, like, a vital part of the process. It just doesn’t feel much like progress.

July’s goal: Jot down notes for this super awesome restructuring project for which I’m totally psyched. But this WIP’s on the back burner for the moment.

—Write the first draft of the Terrible Romance Sequel

Hahahahaha! Look! It’s a goal on which I wasn’t suppose to MAKE any progress yet because it’s not slated to be started until NOVEMBER! God, I LOVE this goal!

I have jotted down some ideas for it and started building its playlist (super vital, I know). I’m looking forward to November because I have no idea how I’m going to write this book. Or even if I can.

July’s goal: Jot down any notes or ideas that pop into my head. But this WIP’s still on the back burner.

—Read at least 52 books

I’m actually on track with this goal. For the moment, anyway. And that’s only the case because I decided to re-read Robert B. Parker’s Spenser series and most of those books are, like, 80% short lines of dialogue. But hey, it still counts.

July’s goal: Read at least four books to stay on track

—Walk at least three miles per day

I have…mostly done this. Some days, I miss the mark by a little (or a lot…) and other days, I clear it by a wide margin. I’ve averaging at least three miles per day and am well ahead in the yearly mileage goal count-tally thing.

July’s goal: Keep up that whole ‘not becoming part of the couch’ thing

—Declutter and downsize

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Yeah. I haven’t done this. Like, at all. I think I may have, in fact, done the opposite.

July’s goal: Continue to lie to myself that I’m actually going to do this…

And on that note…I’m outta here.

How are you doing on your 2020 goals, or were you perhaps one of those smart people who didn’t make any? What’s on your agenda for July? If it is July. (Or, you know, will be in a few days…)

Unless I forget (which I never do…), I’ll be back on Wednesday for the Insecure Writers Support Group!

See y’all then. Thanks for stopping by!

Sherbet Story (An IWSG Post)

It’s the first Wednesday of the month, which means it’s time for another action-packed installment of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.

For more information and/or a complete list of participants, please click on the above link.

This month’s super cool co-hosts are Jacqui Murray, Lisa Buie-Collard, Sarah Foster, Natalie Aguirre, and Shannon Lawrence.

This month’s (optional) question asks, “Other than the obvious holiday traditions, have you ever included any personal or family traditions/customs in your stories?”

The short answer is yes.

Growing up, whenever we had a party-type gathering at our house (i.e., Christmas, graduation, baby/bridal showers, etc.), my mother would make punch out of…whatever was in it. It’s not like it’s a secret family recipe I’m unwilling to share with you, it’s just that I honestly don’t know what went into it. Ginger ale and some other (non-alcoholic) stuff.

The final touches on that punch would be a few scoops of rainbow sherbet, added for…again, I don’t really know. Color, decoration, maybe. Whatever. The important thing is, that’s what was always done, and continues to be done to this day.

So, when writing a family party-type gathering scene in the Terrible Romance Novel, I included a bowl of punch into which my main character added scoops of rainbow sherbet.

Which inspired one of my critique partners to respond with, “Eww! Gross! Why would anyone do that?!?”

And I was all, “I dunno. We just do that in my family.”

There’s another wink to some family history in that book, but telling you about it is kind of a spoiler, so I’m keeping my mouth shut about it for now. I know after the riveting sherbet story you’re on the edge of your seat in anticipation and asking you to wait is super unfair, but you’re just going to have to power through.

Have you ever included any personal/family traditions/customs in your work?

Thanks for stopping by, y’all. Have a great Wednesday and, as this will probably be my last post of March, hope you have a great month and a fantastic start to Spring.