Crafting, Writing

What I’ve Been Doing Instead of Writing


This post has been rated CCS– “Craptastic Crochet Selfies”.  Viewer discretion is advised.

So, since my writing has been an absolute flop the past few weeks, I thought I would share what I’ve been doing while I was SUPPOSED to be writing.


Please ignore the quality of this selfie. I hate it too.
Please ignore the quality of this selfie. I hate it too.

The hat and scarf are new additions to the mitts (made several months ago), so now I have a set!  The yarn is a limited edition run from a wonderful independent dyer in Missouri, Nerd Girl Yarns.  Christa is wonderful, her yarn is fantastic and she’s just a great person.  I’ve never met her face to face, but she frequents the Ravelry group quite often, and she makes an effort to know everyone there, names and yarn preferences and… yeah, she’s basically amazing 🙂

Also, she has a blog.

The yarn itself is a MCN (merino/cashmere/nylon) blend called Come Hither (did I mention the yarn names are fantastic?  Because they are.) and the colorway is called… (drumroll, please)… Jelly Babies!

Because this guy!

Yeah, this DEFINITELY looks like a man who needs more sugar…

In case you don’t know, that is Tom Baker as the Fourth Doctor (Doctor Who… British thing… If you don’t know what I’m talking about I don’t know how to help you.  Google is your friend.) and the greatest lover of Jelly Babies to ever exist.  So naturally, while I was working with the yarn I had to watch Old School Doctor Who… and then New School Doctor Who… Doctor Who… Yeah…

So that’s why writing didn’t get done.  Jelly Babies.  I’m trying to feel ashamed, but I’m really not.


Regarding My Imminent and Glorious Return…

Hey, everyone I’m back!


What do you mean, I’ve been gone three years? That’s crazy talk! I haven’t…



Okay, so maybe it has been three years. But I haven’t disappeared off the face of the earth, I can assure you! So much has changed in the past three years, about me, about my work, about how I feel about my work. It would take days, weeks, possibly even months to explain everything and, if I had to guess, you probably don’t want a super-long post rehashing my life. Which is lucky, because it just so happens that I really don’t want to write a super-long post rehashing my life, so it really works out best for everyone if I just start fresh and let you guys know what’s going on RIGHT NOW.

Okay?  Good!

For the past three years, I’ve been spending a lot of time on tumblr (link goes to my blog there). While I mostly spend my time reblogging and commenting on OTHER people’s stuff, I have on occasion posted my own original thoughts and ideas there as well.  So right now I am currently working on bringing my original posts over to this blog and backdating them, so you can read my thoughts in order without having to dig through thousands of posts that are not particularly relevant or necessary (though if you want a laugh, feel free to dig around in there to your heart’s content :P).  I’m also planning a theme change of some kind (I don’t know what I was thinking when I picked out this theme, why didn’t one of you stop me?), and updating the links in my sidebar, as a few of them are terribly out of date, and I have a couple of new platforms where you can find my stuff, so those links need to be added as well.

Once all of that is accomplished… who knows! I have a couple of ideas that I’d like to blog about (which is why I’m bothering to resurrect this thing in the first place), but as usual, my blogging will most likely be sporadic, though hopefully not “three-years-between-posts” sporadic. I’m hoping to eventually start blogging on a regular basis, but I’m not yet quite sure how that’s going to work. I have a lot of writing things going on right now, but I do want this to become a regular part of my writing life. I have things to say, I swear!

So, anyway, I just thought I would make everyone aware of what’s going on and get myself pumped up for whatever’s next on my writing journey!  I would also like to give a shout out to my friend, Peggy, who’s own blogging journey is what has inspired me to dust off the old blogging skills and give this thing another shot.  Check out her blog,  I’ll also add her to my sidebar under Blogs I Love.



Fun Fact!

So yesterday, the boyfriend and I were watching Good Eats with Alton Brown and we came upon this fun fact:

“In America in the 1930’s and 1940’s spinach was a slang term for nonsense.”


Do you know what I think?  I think we need to bring this back.  I mean, come on!

  • “Ain’t nobody got time for that spinach!”
  • “This spinach is getting out of control!”
  • “Stop talking spinach!”

And my personal favorite:

  • “That’s a bunch of spinach!”


Spinach… not just for the salad bowl.


Patrick Rothfuss Is A Precious Treasure And Should Be Protected At All Costs

Patrick Rothfuss NaNoWriMo Pep Talk 2013

Patrick Rothfuss is a gift to mankind and if you don’t believe me, here are just a few gems from his pep talk in 2013:

  • “So. You’re awesome. You know that, right? We’re all writers here. We’re awesome by definition. Consider yourself cheered.”
  • “Thou shalt write. No. Stop. You don’t need to clean out the fridge right now. Neither dost thou need to sort the recycling. I’m not even kidding. Go and write.”
  • “When I did NaNoWriMo a couple years ago, I moved back and forth between my start-from-scratch project and the third book in my trilogy. Why? Because I had a brilliant idea for a scene in Book Three. Something that I was excited to write.  Why would I ignore that impulse? When you’re enthusiastic, the writing comes quick and easy. And do you think my editor cried any tears that I’d broken that particular rule? Do you think my readers were pissed? No. No they weren’t.  So I say unto you: Follow your enthusiasm.



So Many Plots, So Little Time

So, for some reason that will never fully be explained, right in the middle of working on The Last Big Rewrite for “Changing History” (which is being posted to AO3 as I go, btw), I suddenly developed the uncontrollable urge to start jotting down my ideas for my “Worth Living For” in Bora Bora one-shot.


Five hundred words of first draft now written.  God help me, THE PLOT BUNNIES WILL BE MY UNDOING!!!


On another note, tentative title as of right now:

“Will We Ever Have Paradise?”

Thoughts?  I know it’s not much to go on, but if anyone has any really great quotes about/relating-to/with-the-word “paradise”, drop me a line please?



Why Does It Hate Me?

So…  Have you guys ever… had an idea for a fanfiction, and at first you think “Hell yeah, this is gonna be awesome!  I can do this in a month, no problem, probably less, let’s do it, WRITING!!!”

And then you start writing it, and it’s not gonna be very long, two, maybe three chapters, tops and you’re toodling along and thinking “Yeah, this is great, I’ve got this, I’ve got this…”  But then suddenly…

You don’t got this.

You’re OC has changed personalities so many times you’re not even sure you know them anymore, and the beautiful scenes of dialogue you envisioned suddenly fall flat on their asses, and you realize in the dead of night that you don’t even have a title, and then the meltdown starts, and…

And that’s where I am right now.  Please send help.


Blogging, Writing

Internet as Motivational Tool?

          For the past two months, I have been experiencing financial difficulties.  Therefore, I was not able to pay my cable/internet/too-many-bills-to-mention.  As a result of this, the company that provides my cable, internet and home phone was forced to disconnect me until I could pay.  Now you would think that such a lack of distraction would produce a flurry of writing activity, creating masterpieces of the written word, the likes of which have never been seen before.

            But no, instead, dear friends, I descended into a creative funk.  Though my writings lay within my fully functioning hard drive, the lack of network connectivity seemed to turn my computer into no more than an empty shell, devoid of life and purpose.  And so I ignored the offending piece of machinery as one would ignore an antique clock that never chimes, but you can’t make yourself throw out because your Great-Aunt Doris, twice removed on your mother’s side, gave you that clock and besides it still keeps good time and you swear that one of these days you’ll get if fixed and hang it in the hallway.  But then it passes from your mind into oblivion until the next time you open the coat closet, or venture into the attic or the basement and you think, “I really should do something with that clock.”

            But I digress.  The point is my computer sat collecting dust while I sat in the living room watching “Gone with the Wind” and feeling sorry for myself.  But the moment my bill was paid and my internet was back on, I went to work on my fictional endeavors with a fervor I hadn’t previously thought I possessed.  What in the world made me think I had to have the internet to be productive?  None of the projects I have been working on in the last week or so have required the use of the internet.  I could easily have accomplished everything I’ve done so far in the time that my internet was MIA.  No research was required to continue my works-in-progress.  And even if there had been, I’m perfectly capable of writing without research and simply rewriting when the research can be accomplished.  It’s something I’ve done many times in the past.

            I don’t know if the answer to that question will ever be found, but I’m more than willing to hear opinions and theories on the subject.  One possible explanation I’ve come up with is that I was simply due a creative down-swing and it just happened to coincide with my lack of internet service.  But that seems a bit too convenient.  Is it possible that I’m simply addicted to the Web?  I’d like to think that wasn’t the case.  I don’t think I spend much time surfing the digital waves, but many of my projects are bound for a home on the super-information highway, particularly my FanFiction and my YouTube fan videos.

            Feel free to comment and let me know what you think.  I would love to hear your theories on this strange phenomenon.  🙂 Until next time, may your days be filled with unending, interconnected bliss.

Blogging, Writing

Who’s Afraid of the Big, Bad Rejection?

I live in the world of horror known as “the unpublished author”.  Last month, I sent out two stories for contests, stories which I consider to be the best I’ve written.  I’ve polished and shined, cut and added, thrown out and started over on these two until they could not be made any better.  I’ve received favorable feedback from my husband, my mom, my writing instructor, my friends online, even people I work with at the bank.  There is nothing else that I know to do except send them out into the world and let them be judged by those that take it upon themselves to paste together the gloriously glossy pages that we call “literary magazines”.

I waited on pins and needles, constantly checking my email for any kind of a response to my brave act, dreaming of the day that the email would come that would read something like this:

Dear Mrs. Johnson,

We are pleased to inform you that your story has been selected as the winner of (insert contest here) and we would be happy to publish it in our esteemed pages.  Congratulations, you have toiled through the muck and mire, ridden the roller coaster of anticipation and defeat, and come out the other side victorious.  You, madam, may now call yourself a Published Author.  Where may we send your check?

And the emails did come.  But they did not read exactly how I imagined they would.  They were more along the lines of “Sorry, this game piece is not a winner.  Please play again soon!”

When I finally received confirmation that my two darling pieces of fiction had been unceremoniously dumped, I took a moment to reflect on it.  Where had I gone wrong?  Did I need to rewrite yet again?  Were they too short?  Too long?  Too skinny?  Too fat?  Should I just dump them in the little icon called “Recycle Bin” and forget they ever existed?  Would I be eighty and still not be published?  These thoughts and many like them flitted through my mind as I stared at my inbox, my fleeting hopes of success thoroughly dashed.  I stared for a good five seconds.

And then I picked myself up, dusted off my jeans and got right back in line for the next roller coaster ride.  Because there’s really nothing else I can do.  Someday, I’ll write the perfect story, match it with the right editor, send it at just the right moment and maybe, just maybe, get that dream letter in my mailbox.  Until then, I’ll just keep plugging along.  Because I’m not afraid of the big, bad Rejection.  After all, Stephen King got rejected.  So, in a way, if I get rejected too, that means I’m just like Stephen King!  Right?


The Fine Art of Procrastination

I have recently come to the conclusion that procrastination is not a nasty habit, but rather an art form carefully developed and cultivated over time.  Although some people are born with a natural affinity for putting things off, it takes real time and dedication to shape yourself into a full-blown procrastinator.  And truly, it takes a lot of creative energy to convince yourself that you’re being productive while simultaneously doing absolutely nothing of consequence.

Just a few examples of the excuses I myself have come up with to fool my brain (and my conscious) into believing I’m doing something useful:

1.) Sitting on the couch, watching mindless television with my husband = “quality time together”

2.) Rearranging the widgets on my iGoogle page = “organizing so I can find the things I need faster and save time”

3.) Mindlessly flipping back and forth between Myspace and Facebook, waiting for someone to show up and do something = “spending quality time with friends and family”

4.) Watching hours of the Food Network = “enhancing my culinary skills so that ‘someday’ I can host a grand dinner party and wow my friends”

5.) Blogging = “Networking”

You see?  If you have a lot of things to do, lack the inclination to actually do them, and harbor just a hint of imagination, you too can become a master in the art of procrastination.  Enjoy!


And So It Begins… (again…)

And so begins my journey into the intimidating world of blogging… yet again… I have attempted to start blogs on many sites, for many different reasons.  To make friends, to talk about my life, to talk about other people’s lives, because I read somewhere that blogging will promote my writing.  But I have so much to do and so little time to do it in.  Blogging is almost the last thing on my list. 

I have social websites, a mail-in writing class, a novel in desperate need of revision and at least three more in the works, not to mention my myriad of short stories and my devoted fans on (see link to your right) who are clamoring for me to update my “Lord of the Rings” alternate reality story as soon as humanly possible.  Not only that, but my creative juices have also overflowed into another medium, YouTube (channel coming soon in Links) where I delve into shaping videos inspired by some of my favorite songs and movies.

Oh, and I have a life outside of the internet.  Let’s not forget my husband, my full-time job, the few friends I’ve made that aren’t just virtual handles on a screen, my mother, my brother (an excited college student going into his second year), and the few little T.V. shows I keep up with, like “Heroes” and “House, M.D.” and let’s not forget my newest addition, SciFi’s “Warehouse 13”.  Not to mention, I’m overweight and really should start a workout routine before I drop dead of a heart attack at the age of thirty.

 Between all of this and my few other hobbies I’ve developed, like my musical endeavors (mostly singing, clarinet, piano and a violin that I have picked up like twice), cooking, and my desire to learn Spanish and French (at least!), it’s no wonder that blogging falls by the wayside.  I have what I believe to be an interesting take on the world, I don’t lose the blogging bug for lack of an opinion, I assure you.  I consistently see the glass as half-full of sunshine and rainbows, and the other half is plagued by idiots.  But with everything else going on in my life, how am I supposed to add a blog to the goulash? 

In every writing magazine I read they sing the praises of promoting your work and your life through blogging.  You should really make this a priority, they say.  Really?  Maybe I’m the only writer with an already overflowing life who’s just trying to find time to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard.  Perhaps I’m an anomaly in a strange and wonderful writing world where everyone has plenty of time to do whatever they want and still pen that bestseller and blog to everyone in the world about how grand the life of a writer is.  Maybe I’m the only one with other interests.  Or a job.  Or a family.  Or friends even.

I’m not saying that blogging isn’t helpful.  It probably is.  I wouldn’t be doing it right now if I didn’t believe there wasn’t some merit to the thing.  I’m just trying to give you an idea of the kind of blogger I am, the erratic kind.  I will blog when I feel like it.  It may not always be about my writing, it may not always be about my life, it may not always be this long, but I’m willing to give this blogging thing another try.  I hope you’ll join me on the journey.  Who knows, maybe I’ll actually get something done while I’m at it ;-).