Wow, what happened to 2010? I swear, every year zooms by faster than the last! For once, though, I'm sad to see a New Year on the horizon.
Most New Year's eves, I whisper, "Thank, God it's over. Hope next year's better." My Mom says I'm Murphy's Law incarnate, and that I inherited my Dad's "If I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all" luck.
But 2010 was a different story for this bad luck girl. I signed with the best agent ever in March. The first three books in my UF/Romance series sold to my dream editor in October. 2010 gave me everything I ever wanted and then some. This bad-luck girl still has to pinch herself every once in a while, just to make sure she's not dreaming.
I'm sad to see 2010 go because of all the great, exciting things that happened in my life this year. But, with 2011 on the horizon, I KNOW for the first time that things can only get better!
I hope your 2011 is filled with all the good luck you can handle! See you next year!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
One Track Mind
Son: Mom, could you please make me a sandwich? (He's 14 and always says please AND thank-you. Color me proud)
Me: Sure.
(30 minutes later)
Son: Uh, Mom, were you going to make me a sandwich?
Me: Crap. Sorry, I got sidetracked. Hang on a sec.
(an hour later)
Son: Mom...
Me: CRAP! *runs to kitchen and throws open cupboards*
Okay, so I'm easily sidetracked. I get tunnel vision. Which is why I'm not a super impressive, on the spot, like clockwork blogger. When something grabs my attention, it latches on like a Pit bull and doesn't let go. If I'm reading a good book... Laundry? What's that? Dirty dishes? They'll be there tomorrow. Dinner? Seriously, family? You guys are actually hungry? For food? When I'm writing, it's worse and since I've now got things like deadlines to think about, I'm obsessed.
My characters have taken up permanent residence in my head. I think about story lines for subsequent books and my current WIP most of the day. I dream about it at night. I wake up with narrative floating around in my head. Aside from the occasional impulse to play Bejeweled Blitz for two (or ten) hours, I've pretty much got one thing on the brain. It's not a bad thing, though. Sure, my house looks like it's been fire-bombed and and the dogs and cat are starting to watch me as if they're concerned. My single-mindedness has allowed my creativity to take over and I'm seeing my first book morph into an actual series. I'd worried, at first, that I was a one-trick pony. That nothing could compare to that initial idea, book numero uno. But thanks to my crit partners, family, and friends who don't mind listening to me ramble for hours about these imaginary people, I have a ideas coming out of the woodwork. My three ideas have morphed into six, and a standalone spin off.
If I were a multi-tasker, the type of person who could write, read, clean house, do dishes, laundry, and dinner all while making sandwiches, I wonder... would the ideas be flowing? Could I live in this imaginary world with these imaginary people and orchestrate their fates with such a clear vision?
How about you guys? Are you super-duper multi-taskers who don't forget to make their son's sandwiches? Or do you have a one track mind?
Me: Sure.
(30 minutes later)
Son: Uh, Mom, were you going to make me a sandwich?
Me: Crap. Sorry, I got sidetracked. Hang on a sec.
(an hour later)
Son: Mom...
Me: CRAP! *runs to kitchen and throws open cupboards*
Okay, so I'm easily sidetracked. I get tunnel vision. Which is why I'm not a super impressive, on the spot, like clockwork blogger. When something grabs my attention, it latches on like a Pit bull and doesn't let go. If I'm reading a good book... Laundry? What's that? Dirty dishes? They'll be there tomorrow. Dinner? Seriously, family? You guys are actually hungry? For food? When I'm writing, it's worse and since I've now got things like deadlines to think about, I'm obsessed.
My characters have taken up permanent residence in my head. I think about story lines for subsequent books and my current WIP most of the day. I dream about it at night. I wake up with narrative floating around in my head. Aside from the occasional impulse to play Bejeweled Blitz for two (or ten) hours, I've pretty much got one thing on the brain. It's not a bad thing, though. Sure, my house looks like it's been fire-bombed and and the dogs and cat are starting to watch me as if they're concerned. My single-mindedness has allowed my creativity to take over and I'm seeing my first book morph into an actual series. I'd worried, at first, that I was a one-trick pony. That nothing could compare to that initial idea, book numero uno. But thanks to my crit partners, family, and friends who don't mind listening to me ramble for hours about these imaginary people, I have a ideas coming out of the woodwork. My three ideas have morphed into six, and a standalone spin off.
If I were a multi-tasker, the type of person who could write, read, clean house, do dishes, laundry, and dinner all while making sandwiches, I wonder... would the ideas be flowing? Could I live in this imaginary world with these imaginary people and orchestrate their fates with such a clear vision?
How about you guys? Are you super-duper multi-taskers who don't forget to make their son's sandwiches? Or do you have a one track mind?
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