Thursday, July 31, 2014

Lady Thief is a Paperback!

So I've been a little bit down the last few days. I've been really struggling for a while to remember why I got into writing in the first place. I'm not making much money, and I'm stuck in the cycle of rewrites. I'm working on both the Michael series and Flipside. Rewrites are hard, because it's not as creative and honestly not as fun.

But then I get an email from my publisher with the quarterly sales report and a message: check the Amazon page for Lady Thief.


Thursday, July 24, 2014

How I Stay Productive

This is the weirdest thing. I have a seriously hard time paying attention to anything at all, and because I'm always working on at least three writing projects, two or three editing jobs, two agents hunts (one for Underground Rendezvous and one for Flipside), and any number of side writing/editing projects for friends and family...not to mention the usual stuff like cleaning the house, going to family events, hanging out with friends, making food, eating food, sleeping, that sort of stuff....

Well, yeah. I have a lot going on in any given day.

So I play with different ways to stay productive. One way? I play Hearts on my computer. I assign the characters different people like "Elaine" from the Underground Rendezvous project to stand for agent hunting. Or sometimes I'm not that subtle and the names are things like "cleaning," "writing," and "time for me/playing video games/whatever I want to do that day." The winner of the Hearts game gets twenty minutes of time. Second place gets fifteen minutes. Third place gets ten. Last gets five. Whatever place I get ("Shelby," AKA "Shelby's choice of doing things"), that number of projects have to be completed. So if I get third place, I have to get three things done (do the dishes, write a chapter, update a blog, etc.)

Sometimes I play a board game...with myself...yeah, I know. But after every round (of Ticket to Ride, 7 Wonders, Phase 10, whatever I'm playing that day), I get up and spend a song's length of time cleaning a room. When I'm playing the game, I'm watching a show. When an episode is over, it's time to move on to the next room. If I finish a game, I can start over, but this time there are two songs per round. And so on.

Or sometimes I just curl up in a corner with my laptop and write my heart out, and who cares about the rest?

Those are just two of the ways I stay productive, and they are weird as all get out, but so far I've managed to clean most of my bathroom, do three loads of laundry, get all my work done for the day, and make a lovely dinner, and it's still early afternoon. So it must work, right?

Thursday, July 3, 2014


I didn't post last week because I was on a roll. I'd been hit by the writig bug so badly that the only thing that kept me from writing was the fact that I needed to put dinner on the table and pay the bills.

But when I wasn't working, I was writing. Furiously.

I finished my superhero dystopian novel this past weekend, topped off by a finale Saturday in which I wrote five chapters in one day and for the first time wrote so much that my hands cramped up not once, not twice, but three times!

And I cried. Of course I cried. The ending to this book merits crying, of course, especially the second-to-last chapter, and I cried because I was in the mindset of my characters and they were both so broken and beaten that I couldn't help it.

But I cried for the end, because this is the first book that I've really gone through having no idea what will happen next. I had a beginning and I had an idea of a possible ending, but everything else has been a journey of discovery. This journey has been the project that got me through anxiety attacks, unemployment, job searches, and a whole slew of other problems.

Maybe that's why I was sad to see it end. I don't ever want to be in the place I was when I started writing this book, but by the time I finished it, I had embraced the journey and loved every second of the healing that came from my writing.