I’m not very good at these resolution things, am I? I think most people aren’t. We resist change, even when it’s for the better, because it’s difficult. It is much easier to stick with routine even when the routine isn’t good for you or is holding you back.
I say you, but I mean me. Or, us. I mean, whoever is willing to admit he or she is not perfect. If that’s not you, go away, you can get nothing from this and I’d hate your fakeness anyway.
Let’s see. September just crashed closed. It snuck up on me. I’m not sure what October will bring, but let’s see what the fingers type. Hey, Muse, come here and write something in this blog thing. Make us a good resolution or two.
For September, I resolved to continue the health kick. Specifically, getting off my lazy ass and seeking activity. You know, that dirty word: exercise. The month started off very slow. With several days of being under the weather followed by a bout of insomnia, I almost threw in the towel. But, hey I was a Patriots fan when we were the underdogs and I never stopped believing that they could go all the way. So this month I fell behind off the start but I didn’t give up. I wouldn’t say I have a regular exercise routine yet, but I feel healthier. I haven’t made as much progress as I would’ve liked but I did make progress.
I started attending a weekly kickboxing class at the gym. I’ve also found a steady rhythm of walk/run intervals on the treadmill. I can do this for two plus miles and not feel like my lungs are going to explode. When I started a couple of months back, I wished breathing was optional!
The best part of this was the reward. Sure, I’m getting back in shape, but the true award was Mark, the kickboxing instructor. He’s this 40-something guy who’d not even show up on the Muse’s radar if I passed him in the street. In the classroom, his energy and his coaching style not only kept me moving when I was tired, but also grabbed The Muse’s attention.
She’s stolen bits and pieces of his attitude for Mike. Mike, my darling from the CRANK fic-blog, is a partner and coach at a martial arts studio. Mark helped me solidify what kind of coach Mike would be. I’ve since added some cardio classes to Mike’s more boring class line up. He’s not as strict as he was, unless he’s teaching vampire hunters. The girls love him, but… you know (and if you don’t, why the heck aren’t you reading the story?) Nice, huh? I love when inspiration grabs me during mundane trials. The exercise is great for my body, but I didn’t expect it to be great for my creative side too!
The second resolution had to do with my writing. Doesn’t it always? I hope that’s not boring you, dear Readers. It is me, but I’m allowed to get annoyed with myself in this department. Let’s see, how did that one go? Hey Muse, what’d we accomplish this month you lazy wench?
It’s been a weird month of half-done things. I’m not too disappointed however, because I put in more effort than usual to do something besides vomit words onto the page and walk away.
First, I chatted with an editor about a potential project. I started the official query for it, including part of what would be the sample chapter. Then, that project fell through. Ok, I wasn’t broken-hearted. I hadn’t been offered the project anyway, and it had helped me get in the right mind frame for submitting stuff like a professional. I checked that one off as a success.
Next, through a well timed suggestion on Twitter, I visited webfictionguide.com. I loved the idea of exposing CRANK to a larger audience and, it scared the crap out of me at the same time. That’s good, however, because I have to force myself into and through those fears. These are my babies, and if I need to be told that they’re not interesting, then I need to face that.
I wrote up a new blurb to intro the story on this site. Many of you kindly helped with that over at: “Quickie”. Thank you! Next, I started working with the template built into WordPress to make the story easier to navigate for new readers. That’s where I stalled. I know nothing about web page design. I know how to copy and paste a template from a freebie site into the html page of the blog, but I couldn’t do something as simple as change the background color. Despite this, I attempted to copy and paste navigation links into the posts. Heck, the WordPress forum made it sound easy enough to do. I wasted an entire day for exactly no progress on the matter. This project is postponed until I can pick up some version of the For Dummies series. They have six of them for website stuff and for the life and death of me, I can’t tell the difference between them all. I still intend to post CRANK on WFG.com, but I don’t want to chase potential readers away because the fic-blog is not user friendly enough for those who don’t get the read backwards requirement of a fictional blog style story.
Let’s see. What else did I do? I say I because The Muse tries her best to derail these attempts to do something with writing that isn’t actually writing the story.
I participated in #wordathon, which was writing and not editing, but was also a 8.3k word count story that reminded me that while I love the pretty boy smut, I also crave horror. It’s a viable story that could go to any number of horror publications with minimal clean up work.
The benefit of #wordathon was that it forced me to focus on one thing. ONE. Ok, I worked on two different stories during those three days, but I was still focused because I finished one. (I’ve been known to read three or four different books at once, and I couldn’t say how many WIPs I have at any given time, so yes, two is very focused.)
So what is next for this rambling writer? I haven’t the foggiest idea. Give me a couple of days, dear Readers, and I’ll get back to you on some potential ideas for October. In the meantime, I ask that you get caught up on CRANK if you haven’t already. Something big is gearing up to happen and I’m very excited about it. I’ll expect comments as soon as that BIG THING is posted, so don’t delay. Go read. Learn about my boy, Crandall. I’ll have the next one ready Friday.
Thanks for your company, dear Readers. Enjoy the cookies and I hope you don’t mind the splash of Godiva liquor in the coffee this morning.