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Random Thought for Friday, January 20th, 2017: Shattering Editing Hell

Welcome to Friday’s Random Thought.

Ugh…I am stuck in editing hell and yes, it’s with my own stuff.  Yeah…been working on the rough draft of my NaNoWriMo project and I am seeing that I let the plot bunnies run all over the place.  So I’ve been busy cleaning things up and I am seeing that I like the story more than I did when I started.

It’s just a lot of work. I know that in the end it will all be worth it.

Oh, I’ve been remiss.  I didn’t tell you what the NaNoWriMo Project is, did I?  Well, I am hopeful that this will become the sequel to my book Fragmented.  It’s been a couple of years since it was released and I’ve been tinkering with ideas but this past Christmas a lot of people were asking me if I was going to write a sequel or continue with something in the It Began Among the Stars universe. To tell the truth, I have a story for that universe pinging around my brain too. Something with The Wisp, I really want to do something interesting with that race I created.

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Random Thought for Friday, February 12th, 2016: Yeah…I Got Nothin’….

Party BaymaxWelcome to Friday’s Random Thought.

This week was one of those few times where things appeared to be terrifyingly normal. Yup, no insane encounters at a local Wal-Mart. Nothing of note while driving in traffic. Heck, even the winter weather was just that, winter weather.

Soo…let’s talk about what I have been working on. As you may or may not remember, I participated in NaNoWriMo this past November. I have been finishing up the revisions and working with a few people on editing the next book, It Began Among the Stars.

It has been a lot of work and addressing all the feedback has been interesting.  People who like to read Science Fiction material like it.  Those who are not Science Fiction buffs find it a bit ‘wordy’.

So I am left with a quandary. Do I engage in massive revisions that really will end up being a major re-write of the book or do I leave things along as the ‘wordy’ feeling is the style of the character narrating much of the story?

The focus audience for this book is meant to be those who enjoy science fiction. So from that standpoint things are fine, the material fits the genre.  Fragmented however has been liked by people who both love and hate science fiction. That story was very character driven and the science fiction material, the concepts are more mainstream than hard core SciFi.

I have some decisions to make obviously and I’ll have to make them soon if I am going to meet the soft release date of this spring.

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Happy Friday Everyone!

Random Thought for Friday, October 30, 2015: NaNoWriMo

JournalCupWelcome to Friday’s Random Thought.

For those of you who do not know, November is National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWriMo is a wonderful resource that connects writers all over the world and challenges them to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November.

I’ve never participated as I’ve always had “excuses”. Last year, the excuse was I was elbow deep in the editing process for Fragmented.  This year, I am taking the plunge.  I have most of outline done, revised it a bit, added more details and what not and I am gearing up for this year’s fun.

I am looking forward to this and if you feel an itch to write, perhaps you should check it out too.  That story won’t write itself, you have to put the pen to paper or in my case, fingers to the keys.

I just have to make it through this Halloween thing and there is that daylight savings time stuff this weekend too not to mention all the laundry I need to do….yeah, excuses are already building.  Kidding.


Random Thought for Friday, October 9, 2015: The Sock

JournalCupWelcome to Friday’s Random Thought.

Here’s another writing tidbit from my writing exercises.  Unlike the one from last week, this writing prompt did not lead me down a strange path.  Take a sock and put it into a story.

It was just an old worn out sock. Mary would not leave home without carrying that sock. Ever since she was just 10 weeks old this old sock that belonged to her father was her best friend.

Of course Sarah tried on many occasions to swap it out for a teddy bear or other soft cuddly toy, Mary would never let it go. It was her best friend in the world.

Now many children when they become attached to an object, like a teddy bear or another toy they don’t take care of it as we think they should.  Many a teddy bear have become soiled to the point of complete ruin.

Mary would put her old sock in the wash with her other clothes once a week. Although she would take ‘sock’ as she called it everywhere she went, she was always careful. Sock had its own plastic bag to protect it from the rain, snow, mud and excessive amount of dirt that playing as a child would encounter.

Mary loved Sock like it was her best friend in the world. As she would not be separated from it, Sarah had no choice but to live with Mary’s choice in childhood companions.

As the years went by, Mary continued to keep Sock with her. High school was a bit trying for Mary but she and Sock made it through just fine. College was another 4 years of just Mary and Sock.

I know, this seems a bit lonely for Mary. She had boyfriends here and there but they never seemed to measure up to Sock. Sock was always there, Sock never hurt Mary. Sock was the only thing that was constant in her life. When Sarah passed away, Mary did something no one expected. Mary left Sock in the casket with Sarah.

Everyone was shocked but when Mary was seen a few months later, Sock was with her.  It made no sense. How could this worn old sock that was buried with her mother be in Mary’s pocket again?

Some of the remaining family went the police. Mary obviously had dug up her mother’s grave to get Sock. That was the only possible explanation. Mary had been obsessed with this worn old sock for her entire life, it was clear that she should be locked up in a nut house.

So as things progressed, the police got involved.  Sarah’s casket was exhumed and inside they found Sock. Sock was laying on Sarah’s hands just as Mary had left it. Puzzling still were the events where Mary was being detained. At the mental hospital, the nursing staff would always take Sock away from Mary each night and the next day, Sock would be with Mary again. They would take the sock, burn it in the trash and the next morning the same sock would be in Mary’s hands.

Obviously Mary had a stash of these socks in her room, so they moved her to another room with only a bed, no windows and it was the same story. Sock would come back to Mary each time.

Finally the day came for Mary to be released despite her family’s objections. There was something very strange about Mary and Sock and everyone wanted answers.

Mary stood in front of everyone and slowly smiled. As she did, Sock seemed to show up in pockets and bags all over the city. Sock was everywhere.

“You don’t understand. I know it is confusing and scary and unsettling. What is Sock? I don’t know any other way to tell you. I don’t see a worn out old sock, I see the love I have for each and every person in the world. I see a glow and a smile in your hearts and when I try to share that with you, all you see is this old sock that looks like the one my father once had.”

Everyone just looked around at each other, not knowing what to say or think at this moment. Mary continued,

“None of you ever asked Sarah what happened to my father. He wasn’t there when I was born or so many of you think. You see, he died the day I was born. He was working in the tunnels and there was a lot of flooding. He and his partner were trapped each in a separate service rooms. The room my father was in was flooding and leaking into the next room. The only thing that would stop his partner from drowning was to stop the flow of water from his room to the next room.  It was a small hole and all he had to work with was a spare sock. My father plugged the hole and drowned.”

Everyone in the room stood silent.  Many of the people could not help but to cry as hearing the story. Mary looked around and held up Sock for all to see.

“This is not just a sock, this is a testament of the bravery, the courage and the love my father had for everyone in the world.  I keep Sock as it is a reminder to me that one day, I will meet this wonderful honorable man and when I give him back Sock, he will know that I understood his sacrifice, his devotion to mankind and he will know that there are people who never forget heroes.”

With those final words, Mary walked out of the room and disappeared, never to be seen again.

Happy Friday Everyone!

Random Thought for Friday, July 17, 2015: Knowing You Have Made It

JournalCupWelcome to Friday’s Random Thought.

 There is a question you hear at some point in an interview of some successful person.  “When did you know you had made it?”

What exactly does that mean, made it? Made it rich?  Made it to the point that you don’t worry about money?  Made it to the point that you are happy?  What is this thing?

Well, as of late, I’ve been wondering if I have made it as a writer.  I’ve worked hard this year and released two books, one being a fan fiction collection from a few years ago and the second an original work with a sequel in the works.

So, does publishing 2 book in 7 months mean I’ve made it?  Possibly.  Am I rolling in profits from the books?  No, not really.  Writing as a profession is feasible but not for someone who has only published two books.  I have a day job and I am thankful for that as the bills are getting paid.  It will take a lot more time and hard work to make a living as a writer.

So, when will I know that I’ve made it as a writer?  For some, it is when they are able to write and that is the only job they have.  Others it is when they are surrounded by fans, the mere mention of their name produces accolades for their work.

By those measurements, no, I’ve not made it as a writer but those were not my goals. I know I’ve made.  How you may ask?

So far, I’ve accomplished the goals I set out in January of this year.  I’ve released the two books I wanted to get released.  I’ve had positive sales and reviews on both those books from the people who are reading them.  I am working on another book and making the progress that I want to make on that book.

You have made it when you have accomplished the goals you set for yourself, goals that are realistic and attainable through hard work.

Of course I would love to be a full-time writer.  Of course I would love to have droves of fans beating down the doors to buy my books but I am relatively unknown to the reading masses.  To have the popularity of someone like James Patterson is not something that happens overnight.  That takes years of work and yes, I am willing to put into this that kind of time investment.  Will I ever get there?  I don’t know and I honestly don’t think that is a realistic goal but that will not deter me from trying and it I won’t implode if I never get there.

For now, I will set realistic goals and celebrate achieving them.  Many little goals and many little celebrations helps to keep a positive outlook.  It helps you to absorb those set backs and continue on rather than be decimated by them.

With Fragmented being available for almost 3 weeks now what told me today I have made it?  For what I set out to do, yes I have.  I am happy with the result and I am happy with the feedback I am getting about the book.  I have more goals and I will keep working on them.  So for today, I’ve made it.  Tomorrow, well, we shall find out.

Happy Friday Everyone and of course, shameless plug, go buy a copy of Fragmented today!

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