Sunday, January 20, 2019

"You can't let it go. Not even on your birthday."

Wherein Jack feels human again

Well. Mostly. I'm still achy and coughing but I felt like doing something besides sleeping all day today. So I'm on the recovery.

Except now it's midnight and I can't sleep. I'm wide awake. Probably a side effect of having slept so much this last week. I slept about 12 hours a night and took naps throughout the day. It was one sleepy cold.

So what am I doing now I can't sleep? You mean besides shipping Jeffrey and Batty from the Penderwicks series? Eh. Not much. I know. Jeffrey and Batty?! I can't help it. I've shipped it so long. And the final book is just encouraging my ship so I blame the book.

Dog wishes I'd stop getting out of bed every few seconds and just settle in so she can lay on my feet and sleep snuggled next to me. Dog puts up with a lot between short walks and tons of sleep to my random sprout of energy today and now no sleep.

I felt so human today though that I even wrote some. And may work on some more once I finish this post. I'm making good progress in Haphazardly Implausible. Even if I did forget Tony with the ants....oops. Don't tell Peter.

Okay. But I should end this here and see if writing will get my tried enough to go to bed.

Farewell and beware. Unless I have a relapse from over doing it today I am back.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

"There was this big fella and this woman who was...how would you put it?" "Scary beyond all reason."

 Wherein Jack has a cold

 It came out of nowhere and now it won't go away. 

 Since catching it it seems all I've done is swallow vitamins and sleep. Even now all I want to do is go to bed.

 I've still been keeping on track reading, by that reading every day even though I've not yet finished a book because in all my spare time I sleep. 

 I've also written some. But again, sleep.

 I am going to try and submit my book again tonight and if I don't hear back again try a different publisher. In fact I should go and do that before I doze off too much more.

 Farewell. 

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Wednesday, January 09, 2019

"Aslian believed you could. So do I."

 Wherein Jack loves history

 Shocking, right? Not like my first two published works have to do with history or anything....

 But you know what? I REALLY love the Tuskegee Airmen history. A lot. Those men were stubborn, done with life, and ready to prove themselves. And what for? To die for their country. I absolutely love them. I'm reading one of the books I gathered on them and it is making me like them even more. 

 However, I will try not to get into a history rant right now.

 Not because I don't want to but because I need to get some things done today and a rant was not on the list.

 Christmas is more or less over. (For me it is never officially over, but you know what I mean.) Now I have more time to do things, so I am picking up my pen again and starting to write. Also, edit. 

 Yes. Me. Edit. *GASP*

 For an Author I sure don't do it as much as I should.

 Okay. That's all. Characters I demanding attention and are armed so I must see to them. 

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Wednesday, January 02, 2019

"You saved my life." "What time?"

 Wherein Jack is a cold German potato.

 A cold German potato who would like to hide under her blanket and read for the rest of the night.

 Why German? Because I am German. Not because I think they have extra cold potatoes.

 Oh yes, and I also REALLY like Josh Groban's music. Just, fact of life.

 Second day of the New Year. Two days in and it still feels like the old year. Haha, like when you have a birthday and don't feel older? Get it? Eh....at least I amuse myself.

 I have set myself goals this year. Like, nerdy goals because I am that sort of person. Goals which including reading all the books I own which I haven't finished yet, writing a ton, and publishing another book, or two. I will also try to do something exciting which does not involve me breaking something. Or encountering the ghost cricket. Or getting lost. (Haha, did I get lost last year? Yeah....and in my home town too. Awkward.)

 And how am I getting a good start on these goals? Watching TV shows! Oh wait...that's not a good start? But....Timeless. Also I need to finish Voltron. So like, I have to....right?

 Oh yes, and in wonderful reading news, I finished The Guardian Series! I hadn't finished it before because the author took his time publishing the books. But the wait was worth it for Jack Frost.

 That is all. I need to go finish season seven of Voltron.

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Tuesday, January 01, 2019

"Ma'am." "No, no ma'am!"

 Wherein Jack welcomed the New Year snuggled in bed with Dog.

 In all fairness I went to bed early because I had to work early the next morning.

 In all honesty that's just an excuse because I could care less about staying up till midnight alone.

 I did finish season two of Timeless though and plan to watch the movie tonight. But, like, I so cried at the end of it.

 2019. I am kind of glad to see it. Last year was rough and ended on a rough note, It seems every time I got myself up on my feet something knocked me back down last year. I did learn so much though.

 I started to fight again, at the end of the year. I feel more determined than I have for a while, and want to keep going and not so much hide away in my hobbit hole and never come out. There were also a couple of adventures but there were far more rough patches. The rotten job I got myself into, the move, family struggles, grief, depression, it all overwhelmed me at times. By the end of the year, the day after Christmas, I fell apart and sobbed with some friends for a while.

 Nothing has really changed after crying. But I am reminded that I do have friends who are beside me. Cheering me on, getting into my now typical mishaps with me. They've become my family and I would be a fish out of water with them.

 There's no grantee this year is going to be easier or better, but I feel more ready to face it. I have a better job, a new home, I am writing again, and I have a list of goals I am going to set out to accomplish. 

 We all go into new years so hopeful. My wish is to keep this hope alive all year long, and to chase after magic like I never have before.

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Thursday, December 13, 2018

"That wasn't so bad." "That was morphine."

 Wherein Jack might be eating sushi.

 Not the typical way either. I once owned a pet fish. I cleaned its tank with one of those pasta strainers. So I bought another to strain my pasta. When tie fish died I mixed up which strainer was for the fish and which for the pasta. 

 Also who let the dyslexic Author loose on the blog at five in the morning? With all those misspelled words did that last post even make any sense?

 Moving on.

 Keturah asked me about my self publishing journey so I thought I would share. Proof I read comments even if I am rubbish at replying sometimes. What can I say, I get side tracked by food....mostly cookies.

 Some of you were here for the whole Haphazard journey so you will remember the hours I spent editing and wielding a sword at the capitol with the help of faithful comrades to get the cover picture.

 I don't even know where it started though, what first made me get the idea to set my book in print and set out on this wild journey. I think it began with another book, before I even became Jack. (Yes, it's true. I've not always been Jack. I have been given many nick names throughout my life span. Jack just stuck and was one of the less odder ones so I embraced it.)

 Haphazard came into existence about the same time as Jack. Before that I knew nothing of Steampunk and Peter Jones was nowhere close to being in my life, though it often seems he has been apart of my whole life, as if I have also always been Jack. Maybe you've had like experience. Where you met someone and it seems as if they have always been part of your life because they help make you whole.

 Anyway, that is how it was with Peter. I was at the library one day and happened across a book with a cool cover, Leviathan by Scott Westerfeld. It had gears and googles and what more could I ask for? So I took it home, and devoured it, and basically went, WOW! Steampunk! And never looked back. 

 Now, this leads me back to Peter. I've always loved the name Peter but was saving it for an extra special character. Then this short, Scottish, Steampunk pilot appeared to me and I knew he was the one. Snarky, done with everyone, a gentleman and endearing and he won me over. I sat down and pounded out four books in the span of a month per book.

 There was something about this series that I wanted to share. So I sent it off to readers who fell in love with Peter and his madcap companions and I realized I couldn't stuff his book to grow moldy in some document like so many others before him.

 But what to do? What I always do. RESEARCH! At the time self publishing was the new big thing. I did submit my book to publishers, but in the end I decided to self publish. Why? Why does Jack do anything she does?  Okay, honestly, I never thought I'd stand a chance to get published. I guess I was kind of giving up on myself. Maybe. See, all this happened in the midst of a great upheaval in my life. So while I was doubting myself, I was also under the belief I had what it took to publish my book by myself. I studied how to format, how to market, and scoured books to get an idea for the ideal cover. I put hours and hours into this book.

 At the same time I came up with my marketing scheme which has now become my, just being Jack ploy. I hid my real name, did all the work under my penname, and hid my face. Now I do it because I like trolling everyone, or whatever that is called.

 Of course, as years passed I learned more about writing and myself. When Brothers-in-Arms was ready to be published I decided to send it to a publisher until I got one snagged. (As you know, I succeeded.) And now, looking back, I can see the mistakes in Haphazard, hence the rewrite.

 But do I regret self publishing? Not for one minute. Would I do it again? Yep. Because that journey got me where I am today. It made me many friends and got me through a dark time in my life. And hey, I got to meet Peter Jones and write his story. So while I am delighted to have a publisher, I look back on my self publishing days with fond memories and much learned and gained.

 Do I still read and support self published books? For sure! Some of my favorite books are self published. It is not an easy road to go down and I don't think it is a cop out for publishing. In fact, in many ways I think it is even harder to self publish. It's not for everyone, but for those it is for they do a ton of hard work. That can be said of all Authors, writing is HARD. Publishing is hard. Putting up with cranky Air Pirates is hard. But it is well worth it.

 Basically, if an Author self publishes, publishes, or hides books in moldy documents they need support and chocolate. You never know when they are being hounded by angry characters or eating sushi out of a pasta strainer. 

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"Don't call me ma'am." "Ma'am."

Wherein the spiders need to stop.

Another took up residence in my shower. Time to vacuum him up too.

Yesterday morning I discovered the rewrite of Haphazard I'd started so reread the whole thing so I can work on it along with the Blade books. I think my 2019 goals will be to finish the rough drafts of these two series. I miss Peter so much.

For those who don't know, Haphazard is my steampunk series I self published before I knew what I was doing. My plan is to rewrite them and submit them to my publisher with an editor.

The series is set in an alternate world where Italy has planning on conquring the world. They are one of the leading countries in New inventions and want to take England which is kind of like the head country at the time.

Into this world I've thrown my cast of characters. Peter Jones the pilot who is mixed up with Air Pirates after his commander tried to kill him.

Isidore Thaddeus Reichmann, the famous German detective who is trying to run away from his grief.

Singur, the genus inventor who has been betrayed to the point he hides his real name and doesn't know who he can trust.

There are others as well. Darcy Steed, Nellie OMalley. Shamus Steed. Hogan. Kirk. To name a few.

I adore these books. They're very dear to me and I fell in love with the characters so fast. They will always hold a special place in my heart.

I think I might start character introductions for them and the Blade Boys since I have new readers who don't yet know them.

Thoughts?