Monday, June 29, 2015

Uncomfortable





You know what's uncomfortable?

Me letting my work go out (the one that's been in a writing/editing/rewriting process for the last ten years) to my writing/ critique partners.

It's like letting your baby -- your sweet, little child -- go to school on his first day of preschool.You are relieved, but terrified. Happy but seriously overwhelmed. There's a two-fold dimension of emotions.

And I can't figure out what I want or should feel.

Many of you don't know that this story has been with me since my now-high-school son was a three-year-old.

It's been over ten years of trying to figure out what and how I want to tell this story. For a while, I thought it was just a concept that would never come to fruition. And that it was a crazy idea for a book. Shouldn't happen. Nah, dumb idea.

But, it wasn't just that. 

Okay, perhaps it is a dumb idea, but I never could give it up. AND (I'm going to speak "positive prophetic" here) when I find an agent that finds a publisher for this story, it will all be worth it in the end.

Just a bit of encouragement for those doing this, or are in a completely different situation, but have "worked" for their "idea" for decades, keep at it.

Don't give up.

Even if things don't work out like you anticipated, you KNOW that you kept at it, trying for success, and didn't miss an opportunity because you weren't working for it.

It's like a key, a key to success that only you can find with the path that you've been given to travel. Only you can use that key. Only you can unlock that door. Only you can make it happen with your story, not someone else's. With your work, not someone else's.

You, your style, your life, your experience, can not be duplicated and shouldn't be.

Give it your best, you truly won't lose.

God will figure out the loose ends and details...





Friday, May 29, 2015

Graduating into Summer

My oldest son just graduated from middle school. Which means,
naturally that I have a high-schooler now. 
Really amazing to see how fast time flies
and how much my little boy has turned into a man.




Because I'm his mom, I get to tell you how handsome he is. Isn't he?
Okay. Speaking of boys, just had another article
printed on Mamalode and it has to do with boys!
My boys. Which is perfect timing.
Go here ◄ to read it.
And this time? Mamalode editors left
every word in tact, the way I originally wrote it.
The article is titled, Better with Boys.


Graduating son? Original non-edited and printed writing? 
Perfect way to end the week.
Have a wonderful weekend friends.


Friday, May 1, 2015

Writing │ Things Always Turn Out Differently

The way I start a story is rarely how I finish it. And writing is pretty much always this way. Which is a good thing. No, it's a fantastic thing. The first draft of anything should never, ever see the light of day. Or anyone's eyes. But yours of course, the first time around. Then said eyes need to watch yourself retyping a great deal of it. And this is for any writer. Pro or amateur.

As Hemingway once said, and I'm going to paraphrase, "All first drafts are crap."

Clearly, he didn't say "crap." That wasn't the word he used. That wasn't Hemingway. But, I digress. Here's the thing. He's right. First drafts are garbage. Always. They must be rewritten.

Now, sometimes when articles and things getting printed, what you think will be printed won't always be the case. I know this first hand. I've written many things that have been edited sharply. Things I wrote, that turned out nothing like what I submitted. That's the free right of any editor. I get it.

But, there was an article I just had printed via Mamalode (great magazine) that did this to me. Again. And in this case, it's title of the piece. The title has no relevance to what they printed because they omitted the last few paragraphs. Paragraphs that really I thought, in my humble view, should've stayed in there.

Oh well. What's done is done. The title is like the most ridiculous title now that there is no mention of it in the article. But, that's not my problem. Not my issue to debate either. Apparently, they thought it was fine enough to leave that part -- only the gist of the entire thing --out of the story. (You can read my original post here ◄)

Anyway, here it is. Click here to read, my rewritten blog post from a few years ago, called Jazz Music at Night. ◄ I still like how it turned out ... even if it's distorted, non-sequitur (well, kind of) and missing stuff.

Sounds a great deal like me. 



Friday, April 17, 2015

Mamalode Magazine │ Poetry

A friend of mine recently told me about a parenting magazine called Mamalode.  
And after checking them out, I've come to the conclusion that Mamalode is a darn cool magazine. They have both an online and print magazine, dealing with mom life, parenting and everything that falls in between those two categories.Which is great for me. Because that's my life! The photography in the print version is incredible.

 Apparently, Mamalode is quite well known. The blogger and creator of BlogHer, Lisa Stone, calls Mamalode "The best parenting magazine out there." That's saying something coming from a parent and writer, herself.

My friend suggested I start submitting to them, as I needed fresh markets to submit material. I felt like I was in a writing rut. So, I submitted a poem. They took it and it was online last week. It's rather appropriate they printed this first, considering April is poetry month.


And they just recently took another article of mine, which happened to be a blog post I wrote here a couple of years ago. I rewrote it and they liked it, too. Weird.

Maybe there is a future for me in writing after all ... maybe.
And maybe not.