Coffee Shop Writing

Friday, May 27, 2011

As one of my fellow writers pointed out, I am a prime example of the writer cliche. Here I am sitting in a trendy little coffee shop with my laptop, notebook, and iced coffee drink. I am the writer you see in every movie, huddled over in the corner typing furiously away. Well, depending on when you look over here anyways. Sometimes you might catch me scratching my head while deep in thought, or shaking my head in amusement. You might even catch me nodding my head enthusiastically as I write a scene that has me really excited. You know what I am talking about! (Stop shaking your heads, you're only making my point for me.) See, another cliche proven true today... The crazy writer- mumbling to themselves, groaning in frustration, or simply smiling like a lunatic.

Basically, the hubby gave me a pass for the day. He pointed at my lap top and then at the door. He willingly accepted munchkin duty so that I can work on finishing this draft. Isn't he awesome? So, I better get to it and prove that it was a useful escapade. Maybe that way I can run up to this little coffee shop another time in the name of uninterrupted writing. Or maybe I will take my little cliched butt to another coffee shop and write there! I'm up to two now. Might as well find some more...

Overused Words

Sunday, May 22, 2011

So, I am going through Mortal Obligation and laughing to myself. The wonderful, amazing, and superb editor Heather Darenberg has brought to my attention that I over use the word odd. Which is a really odd word to over use, you know? Maybe I am just the odd writer that can't get enough of the word odd.. Am I the only author that overuses a word? Am I really that odd? Does it make me a bad writer? Hopefully I don't slip it into odd places in conversation as well! How irritating would that be for the people I am talking to! I'm sure that once I am out of earshot they refer to me as that odd writer that has a weird penchant for using odd words. Wouldn't that annoy anyone?

So, I have decided to list some useful synonyms for future reference.


Are there any words that any of you overuse? I'd love to hear that I am not alone in giving one word a little too much attention. By the way... ODD! ;)

May 21, 2006

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Okay, so I am taking a moment to be sappy. I hope you don't mind, after all it is my five year anniversary. My husband is a difficult man. It's true. (What? Yes, I am going to get to the sap. But you guys need a little background. Now, if you are done interrupting...) He is stubborn, and has a hard time admitting when he is wrong. But, I love him anyways. Why, you might ask? Well, he has a cute butt. No, really. It is the most perfect butt you will ever see. (Are you blushing baby? LOL.) Okay, seriously it is a cute butt, yet not the reason that I fell in love with him. Once when I was in college I didn't have enough money to pay my rent. I was working full time, split shifts around my class schedule, and still had to juggle bills. After hearing from a friend that I was contemplating eating nothing but ramen noodles for the next month, he showed up at my house with the extra money. It was the last of his savings, though I didn't know it at the time, and he insisted that I take it. I will always remember him telling me that if I didn't take the money he would just leave it on my doorstep. Not exactly romantic, but really sweet intentions. (Remember the stubborn comment? He knew I was stubborn too, so if he wanted to help he knew he was going to have to force me to swallow my pride.) He can be rough around the edges, but has a big heart. That short little story illustrates who my husband is at the core. I fell in love with him because of his generous spirit, and yes even for his stubbornness.

(Okay, hold on to something sturdy because the sappiness is about to flow...)

He is loyal to a fault, and will drop anything he is doing if he has a friend in need. There isn't an animal that doesn't trust him, and I think that says a lot about a persons character. (He has some kind of weird juju that attracts hurt animals to our house, and he will spend hours treating them and getting them back on their feet- or slithering on their scales.) I can't count the number of strays we have found homes. Really, I am not exaggerating here. My mother in law bought us a little statue of a porcupine holding a sign that says, "All Animals Welcome"! He would rather be outside than watching a football game, and would rather be fishing than playing a video game. He laughs at my goofy jokes. (Or he just laughs at me. Either way it works!) He isn't high maintenance and appreciates the simple things. He is an amazing father, who will chase our daughter around the house for hours acting liking a tickle monster. For those of you that have children, then you will understand when I say that there isn't anything sexier than watching your spouse play with your kids. It is something buried deep in our genes, most likely to encourage us to continue the population. I am sure there is a scientific name for it, but I am just going to stick with sexy. He is my perfect fit in every way. Yes, we butt heads at times. Yes, we confuse each other and get frustrated. But we are also the ones that comfort each other during difficult times. He is literally my other half, the balance to my creative nature. He is the solid to my wishy-washy, and the practical to my whimsy.

I am so lucky to have been married to my best friend for the last five years. He is the rock that keeps me steady when life tries to wash the sand out from under my feet. There isn't anything that we can't accomplish together.

I love you, Sweetheart. Forever and Always.


Thursday, May 5, 2011

This week is a really great question! I hope you will join in the fun.

What moment has validated you and made you feel like a writer? If it hasn't happened yet, what do you think it will be?

 This is something that I had to sit down and really think about. When did I first feel like a writer? What was my validation? I have been writing for years. In fact the idea for Mortal Obligation first occurred to me while I was still in college (forgive me for not dating myself by telling you how long ago that was!). But when did I finally feel like a writer? Maybe it was when my husband gave me the go ahead to cut back my work hours so that I could focus on getting my book finished. Maybe it was when my best friend looked at me and said, you can do this. Was it when I let some other people read what I had written and instead of wincing or avoiding my eyes they seemed excited? Perhaps it was when I started a Facebook author page, or this blog. Maybe it was when I broke down and did something I swore I would never do- open a Twitter account. In all honesty it was a combination of everything. Not only do I have a complete draft finished that I am busy poking and dissecting, but I have already started outlining the next book. It wasn't any one thing, but a slow realization of self. This is what I am supposed to do, and even when I have my moments of doubt, deep down I know this to be truth. 

And one more thing, the one person that has stood behind me every step of the way has been my sister. She pushed me until I could see what she already understood. Thanks, Becca.  

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Sunday, May 1, 2011

On the very day that I finished the rough draft for Mortal Obligation, I received word of a terrible tragedy. Nick Adams, a friend and superb artist, lost his two nephews to a house fire. They were only 2 and 1 years old. My daughter is not 2 yet, and I can not imagine having her future of possibilities taken from her at such a young age. I'm not ashamed to tell you that I cried for those two boys. I cried for their parents, and for their little sister who would never know them. I cried for an uncle that would not get to watch his nephews grow up, never get to give them pick up lines to use on girls, or help them learn to drive.

A paypal account has been set up to accept donations for the family. They have an infant girl who no longer has a crib, clothes, bottles, or a nightlight. Much less a place to plug that night light in. If you can, I ask that you take a moment and a few dollars and donate to a family that is in real need. It doesn't have to be much. Every little bit helps, and often it is just knowing that there are other people in the world that care about you that provides a little hope during dark times.

To read Nicks blog, please click here. There is a button on his website for donations. Please take a moment to at least read their story. Those two little boys deserve that.
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