Mile Markers

​I just read a blog post. Ugh. Sometimes I am so strong willed but so weak minded. Blown about on seas of uncertainty in a fragile whisper of a dinghy. The idiot servant in the parable of the talents. 
I stress and fret about doing the wrong thing or doing things the wrong way. Always. Always worried about following the wrong path. Making the wrong decision. And so like the idiot I am, I beg for a sign, a marker. Something that not only says You Are Here, but also says Yes, You are in the right place. 

So that’s what I was doing after some, I’m not sure what – it’s more self induced confusion – it can come on like some out of the blue malaise that gives no warning but kicks your ass in the blink of an eye.

And here I am, yet again, whining for a marker, a mile post to make sure I’m on the right path. And an email comes from one of my writer buddies. A new blog post. And the post is a metaphor for writers being curators of a museum. And it’s our job to explain (not describe) works of art to blind kids. 

I’m going to say it. Please don’t freak out. God is weird. And I am glad. 

I hope that made sense. I’m getting sleepy. LOL Good night.

Click here for The Museum and L.P. Masters.

Write, Publish, Repeat

This is my plan.

A few writer friends are getting their novels formatted, showing off their cover art, looking for final beta readers (omega readers?) and asking if I want to be included in acknowledgements.

While I won’t be so patronizing as to suggest it’s like watching the birth of a baby, it is, to me, a special miracle. My writer friends are normal people, living day-to-day, raising kids, paying bills, frustrated by annoyances, and they’re doing what they’re compelled to do, share their stories.

It’s inspiring, motivating.

I’m an imitator, not an innovator. Some ideas don’t even occur to me. I never really thought much about getting published because I knew that impressing an agent and getting accepted by a publishing house would take a LOT of letter writing, and frankly, that was going to take too much time that could be spent living. It wasn’t the story writing that daunted, it was the begging-for-attention writing that put me off.

Now we’re in the age of self- and e-publishing. It’s a magical time, miraculous time. Yes, it means there’s a lot of badly written stuff out there, blemished, un-edited slogs through bad spelling and even worse grammar. They might be excellent stories, but only the truly undaunted reader will persevere and know.

I’m not deluded, I know I won’t appeal to a large number of readers, but I am doing my best to make my stories readable and enjoyable.

So this is my goal.

Write, publish, repeat.

As often as I can.

Please bear with me while I work myself up to that level of bravery. 😀

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hahaha Resolutions

I am a rebel.

Um. Okay, I’ll be honest.

I’m rebellious.

That’s difficult to admit. In fact, I feel like I should say —

My name is Julia, and I’m rebellious.

Some of it really is because I’ve found things that work for me, and the things that are more “normal” don’t work for me. For instance socks. I don’t wear socks on a regular basis. Seams. I don’t need to say more than that. Those who know, know. Those who don’t, won’t get it. And that’s okay.

The reason I bring this up is because it’s the beginning of a new year.

Many people hold to the tradition of Resolutions. Goals are awesome. It’s great to head a
direction if you can. Many people follow up on the Resolution tradition with the nearly as popular Break the Resolution tradition. I can’t get myself to do that. Why put all that effort into coming up with a goal only to blow it off? For some it’s exercise daily, for others it’s to drink  more water. Some people choose to make huge changes, others want small changes.

I don’t go with resolutions at the beginning of the year. If a habit is worth starting, it’s worth starting in November or October or even the middle of January, anytime really.

If you haven’t made any resolutions, good for you! 😀 If you have and you’ve broken them, rethink them and try again tomorrow. And if you’ve made them and have kept them – Well done. 

Just in case you were cur
ious, I have made some goals for myself. I do this every so often, so don’t  get too excited that I did it at the beginning of January. 😉 I’m not sharing them here though. Not today. I might share them when I check them off. They’re insane goals, and I don’t know that I can do them. So I’m not going to spout them off.

But I wish you success on yours and for your year, and I hope you’ll do the same for me.

Happy New Year! 😀