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2011 State of the Union

As I flipped back through this year, I’m quite honestly horrified by how little NEW words I actually wrote.  Projects I finished this year were the Zombie Category Romance, The Bloodgate Warrior, Ritual Ink, and the initial version of Lady Wyre’s Regret.  Altogether, about 100K.  Ack.  That’s horrible!

However, I did have four releases this past year:  Golden, Lady Doctor Wyre, Return to Shanhasson, and the print version of Hurt Me So Good, with many rounds of edits and promo to contend with.  Not an excuse, but that makes me feel a little better.

I also lost one of my publishers this year, so the last few months have been spent getting my rights back, dealing with cover art, learning how to format, figuring out how to upload my own files, etc.  And honestly, dealing with the grief and anger at losing so much.  Emotionally, it was a tough loss to deal with, and not much better on the financial front.  Not only did I invest a significant sum of money into new covers, but I’ll probably never see my missing royalty payments.

I’ve definitely been busy….but not writing new words.

Gee, I wonder why I only have two projects currently contracted for next year.  :sad:

So the big takeaway for me personally is that I need to write more new words in 2012.  I can’t let the business and promo drag me down.  I have to find a way to keep churning out completed works, while dealing with all the other blog tours, giveaways, edits, etc.

To that end, I’m going to go back to tracking my daily word counts.  It might be pretty meager at first, but I’ve got to see those numbers going up.  I have *so many* projects I want and need to get done — I don’t have time to dally.

Preliminary 2012 goals:

  1. Finish uploading the Shanhasson series to at least Smashwords and Amazon.  I haven’t figured out how to deal with B&N yet.
  2. Finish Lady Wyre’s Regret to my satisfaction.  I’m very close but I have another few scenes I want to add.  I’m having a hard time figuring out exactly how to end it, but I intend to use this as my first Create Space endeavor (if a secret goal works out that I’m not yet ready to talk about), so it’s important that I get it right.
  3. Submit the Zombie Category Romance.  Needs one last pass, including the synopsis.

This is all work that MUST be done to keep my momentum going in the right direction.  However, notice there’s not a lot of “new words” coming here.  Sigh.  My wishlist of projects is long, but there are a few that I *must* commit to finishing in 2012.

  • Lord Regret’s Price
  • Mal’s book, Mine to Break
  • Phantom

I’d also like to work on the Keldari Fire novellas later in the year, both to re-release the two novellas that are already complete, as well as write the third I planned to do but never started.  I’ve also been dreaming a lot about Beautiful Death lately.  A sign that maybe I should work on Charon’s book?  I don’t know.  But I have a lot of flexibility with self-pubbing these titles.  We’ll see.  However, I can’t tinker with self-pub stuff if it’s going to interfere with my main publication channels, so no promises at this time (sorry Sis – she’s been dying for Charon’s book for years).

So that’s the tentative plan for my direction in 2012.  Here’s to a more productive 2012!

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My Best Achievement in 2011

Is definitely my weight loss.

I’ve never been able to sustain any weight loss efforts this long before!  I’ll hit one year with Weight Watchers Online on 1/5/2012.  So far, I’ve lost 61 pounds, and yes, I still have quite a ways to go.  It’s taken me the last 6 months to lose 20 pounds, but that’s okay.  Slow and steady gives my body time to shrink even if the scale doesn’t budge.

You might think I’m joking, but my SIL keeps calling me the Disappearing SIL — even when I swear the scale didn’t budge at all.  I need to lose quite a bit more, so even when I maintain or don’t lose that much, I tell myself that gives everything time to shrink a little into place. :lol:

I went from never wearing jeans — because I refused to buy them so large and be devastated by the size — to wearing almost all jeans all the time.  Last night, I went to Kohl’s to spend a gift certificate from my Dad (exactly what I asked for – thank you, Papa!!), and was absolutely tickled to FINALLY get into the next lower size of jeans.  It seems like I’ve been stuck for months, but I just about bawled with joy when those new smaller Lee’s fit!  I still have a pair of Gap jeans in the same size that are too small, but I know I’m very very close.

The key for me was deciding that I don’t care how long it takes.  I don’t care if I have a small gain.  I don’t care if I temporarily slip off plan.  I WILL get back on and I WILL do it.  Again and again and again, even if it takes me the rest of my life.  I will eventually get to goal.  I’ll start over every single day, every single meal, if that’s what it takes.

Of course joining Romance Biggest Winner was also a great idea.  Having a weekly accountability above and beyone WW has kept me on track.  I wanted to lose 25 pounds I think – which I won’t quite make, but I’ll be very close.  I hope we run another round in 2012!

My number one goal for 2012 is to implement a consistent exercise routine, something that I’ve dabbled with this year but haven’t successfully committed to on a regular basis.  My plan is to customize Power 90 where I can switch up the “sweat” portion when I get too bored or feel too much hatred for those downward/upward dogs.  I have several other cardio-type exercises I can swap in as needed, but I love the strength portion of Tony’s workout.

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Cleaning the Desk

As another year winds to a close, I start to look back over the year and gauge how I did on meeting my goals.  And as usual, I don’t feel like I accomplished enough, certainly nowhere near what I *hoped* to do.

However, I’m still writing, still submitting, and still selling.  I’m still loving what I’m writing.  I’m so grateful to every reader, both of the blog and my books, who enable me to keep doing what I love.

But I definitely want to work on my output in 2012.  I haven’t been keeping good records, so I can’t even for sure tell you what books I completed in 2011.  The years start to blend together, along with numerous revisions and edits, until I can’t remember when I even started a book, let alone how many actual words I wrote.

So this week I’ll be reviewing my to-do list and getting as much pushed off my desk as possible.  I’ll also be going over all of my projects, organizing my files, and making a game plan for tackling my wips.  Cleaning my desk, so to speak, and figuring out the best way to track my progress.  I’m thinking I need to go back to using a master spreadsheet.

What’s your big goal for 2012?

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Mistletoe Madness Giveaway

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In these days of ultra cool electronics and games, I sometimes wonder if people care about homemade gifts from the heart.

 

I always try to make a few things for people on my list, but the busier I get with real life, the more I can’t quite pull off my big plans.

I just don’t have enough time to make all the things I want.  This year, I’m hurrying to finish some simple cross-stitch Christmas ornaments.  Next week I plan to do a lot of baking to take to family dinners.  One year I made easy flannel scarves, another year crochet bookmarks.

Yet I always secretly fear that people think homemade gifts are a little tacky or cheap.  What about you – what’s your favorite memory of a handmade gift someone gave you?

Comment on this post any time Dec. 16 – 23 to be entered to win a $25 gift certificate to any online book retailer of your choice (B&N, Amazon, ARe, etc.) and any book from my backlist, including a signed print copy of either Dear Sir, I’m Yours or Hurt Me So Good.  If you choose print, I’ll mail internationally.

Happy Holidays – let the Mistletoe Madness begin!

 

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Bad Blogger

Forgive me, blogosphere, for I’ve been lazy and busy.  It’s that time of the year when every moment outside of the Evil Day Job is packed with something to-do.  Like shopping, getting family pictures taken, hopefully sending out Christmas cards this year *crosses fingers – last time we tried to do this, JC Penney lost our order until Feb!*

Add to that the cold, dreary, darkness of December and I’ve just not had much gumption to work on writing either early or late.  Sigh.  I’ve got Rose about 3/4 formatted and lightly edited.  The Horse Master is done, except for putting an excerpt from Rose in.  I was hoping to get the entire trilogy up by the end of the year, but I might not make it.

I also want to get the Zombie story submitted sooner than later.

Oh, and all the bloghop/holiday giveaways to manage, which starts tomorrow!  (So watch here for cool prizes over the next few days!)

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Emotional Reads

One of the things I want to work on with my writing in 2012 is making sure I involve the emotions.  I want to take you on an emotional rollcoaster!  Wild joy, the depths of loneliness and doubt, and everything in between.

I’ve taken Margie Lawson’s Empowing Characters’ Emotions workshop (I plan to re-read all my notes next year), but I’m looking for highly emotional books you’ve enjoyed that I can add to Mt. TBR.  Some books I’ve heard recommended as “emotional” are Lisa Valdez’s Passion and E.L. James’ Fifty Shades of Grey.  (Whispers, although I’ll admit that I’ve tried to read both in the past and can’t get through the samples.)

When you think of high emotions, what books would you recommend?

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Hungry

We were talking about Middle Monster tonight after Upwards Basketball practice (first of the season), and it got me to thinking about something that relates both to dieting and to writing.

Hunger.

What makes Middle Monster so exciting to watch on the court is her hunger for the ball.  We joke that she’d bring the ball out for the opposing team if they’d let her.  She wants the ball so bad she’ll risk life and limb to get it.  She’s fairly short-to-average height, so she’s not going to light up any coach’s eyes in that regard, but her HEART is miles and miles long.  She burns with excitement and fire.

Meanwhile, Princess is 5’6″ (taller than me at 12 years old) and still growing.  She has the ability to be a power house under the basket because she’s so strong and tall, although she won’t set any speed records.  However, she doesn’t have that burning desire to get the ball.  She could out leap anyone under the basket to rebound — but she doesn’t.

She’s more lackadaisical on the court.  She wants to play, wants to participate, but it’s not the same as that hunger Middle has.

Now think about that with dieting.  One of the hardest things I personally struggle with is the feeling of hunger at night.  I try not to eat within 2-3 hours of bed, and if I do, it’s an apple nuked in the microwave with a little coconut oil, cinnamon, Splenda, and 1/4 c. oatmeal.  It’s so yummy it’s like dessert.

But tonight I was busy and I didn’t have time to even think about eating a snack until 9 PM.  We had Subway tonight (because of practice) and that salad didn’t last me too long.  I’m hungry, darn it, and I want to eat!

A lot of us have never really known real hunger.  I’m not comparing normal healthy hunger I’m feeling to kids going to bed with empty stomachs because there’s no food in the cupboard.  That breaks my heart.  But a little hunger can be a good thing.

It’s uncomfortable, though.  My first instinct is to feed it so it’ll go away.  But I felt really thin today, an illusion because I need to lose a lot yet — but I felt good.  I want to see a nice number on the scale tomorrow, and I’m not really that hungry.  I had dinner and snacks earlier.  I got almost all of my healthy guidelines (missed the oil unless there was some in the Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki I put on my salad at Subway).

I don’t need to eat, but I feel itchy, twitchy, nervous.  I want to go go go – to the kitchen.  Grrr.  So I’m drinking water instead and plan to go to bed soon to avoid temptation.

But hunger isn’t a bad thing at all.  It makes me stop and think about my choices.  It makes me think about tomorrow and how good breakfast will taste.  It makes me feel leaner, which also inspires me to work out.  In that regard, hunger is a very good thing.

NaNoWriMo makes me hungry for words.  Signing a new contract makes me hungry for a new one.  Checking my Amazon ratings makes me want to get more books listed.  More opportunities to get noticed, found, or discovered by someone new.  HUNGER.

It’s never ending.  It can be annoying.  I’ll never be satisfied in writing – I’ll always want another book, another great review, another wonderful reader letter.  And oh, if Santa is reading, I’d like an agent to come knocking on my door too.  My hunger drives me to get up at 5 AM or stay up until midnight even when I have to work.  To write when my wrists hurt.  To open my file and keep going even if I got a bad review.

I’m too driven by my hunger to let anything stop me.

What’s your hunger?  Do you feed it like a flame?  Can it ever be satisfied?  Do you ever sit back and savor that feeling and think about all that it will drive you to accomplish?

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NaNoWriMo2011 Winner!

I was so close tonight that I had to keep going until I hit.  All Lady Wyre’s Regret tonight, but I have absolutely no regrets.  I have no idea how much longer this prequel could be.  I don’t have a particular ending in mind.  Actually as I typed that, I *did* get the ending as clear as day in my head.  Isn’t that strangely wonderful?

So for this NaNoWriMo, I:

  • Finished The Billionaire Zombie’s Virgin Witch.  I even edited it.
  • Did some brainstorming for Lord Regret’s Price.
  • Wrote several thousand more words on Lady Wyre’s Regret.
  • Did some brainstorming and even first draft work on the project I’ll tentatively call “3 Aliens” even though that’s not what the title will be.

I did not get back to Phantom yet.  It’s going to have to wait a bit longer, because as soon as I finish this prequel, I need to format all the Shanhasson books and get them loaded next month.  After I submit the zombie story!

Final NaNoWriMo count:  50,027 (50,074 in my file, but I’ll go with what the validator gave).

Snippet:  From Lady Wyre’s Reget, first draft, etc. etc.

As Queen’s Physician, Charlotte had enjoyed every luxury Londonium had to offer as well as full backing for every scientific exploration she’d ever wanted to undertake.  Yet she’d never crashed a ship on an unknown planet before.

“Another thing I need to learn,” she muttered, pushing up out of the cupboard into which she’d tumbled.

Sig was sprawled on the floor and half buried by rubble.  From the brief look she’d gotten at his chest before the crash, she didn’t hesitate to grab the small black case containing her most prized research.  Tossing the broken panel and twisted hull away from him, she called out to him.
“Sig?  Are you still with me?”

“Charlie.”  He tried to laugh but his chest wheezed like a ghastly broken pipe organ.  “Did we make it?”

She dug into her case and pulled out a pair of sharp scissors to cut open his lawn shirt.  A pity, because the fine linen and delicate hand-woven lace looked like it’d come straight from Parisii.  “A bit worse for wear, I’m afraid.  I hope you weren’t terribly fond of Henry for I’ve broken him beyond repair.”  She kept her voice light and cheerful, despite the severity of his wound.  Any other physician would merely make him comfortable until his final moments.  But not I.  “What manner of planet have you sent me to, Lord Regret?”

“A colony.”

“A rebellious colony.”  Not good.  The shard had pierced his heart, possibly beyond even her repair.  “It won’t surprise me if Majel simply blows the entire planet out of the sky for their audacity.”

“Safest I could find in such short notice.”  His voice weakened, breathy with pain.  His pulse fluttered in his throat, frantic and uneven.  “Don’t bother, Charlie.  I know it’s bad.”

As if to illustrate his words, he wrapped his hand around the shard and yanked it out of his chest.  Blood spurted immediately, his life’s blood draining away in an alarming fountain.

Planting her right hand over the wound, she laid the precious glass tube out on his heaving chest.  Inside, tiny bits of silver metal glinted in the emergency lights.  She leaned down over him so he could see her face despite his weakened senses.  “I can save you, if you want to live.”

“Too many regrets,” he whispered, his words stumbling together until she could barely understand him.  “Let me die.”

She hesitated, searching his face.  The lines of pain eased about his eyes, smoothing into acceptance.  He’d risked his reputation as the galaxy’s most famous assassin to help her.  He could have left her at Dock 371.  He could have tossed her to the bounty hunter and escaped unscathed.

But he didn’t. How can I stand by and watch him die without at least trying?

She flipped the cork out of the tube.  She removed her hand from his chest, braced for spraying blood, but he’d already lost too much.  In the open wound, she could see the torn remains of his heart and the white of broken bone.  Into that cavity, she sprinkled the metal bits from the tube.

All of them.  The more assemblers in his body, the more likely they can repair the damage before he dies.

She pulled out the datapad and typed in simple commands.  Heart. Infection.  Blood loss.  Her assemblers weren’t  sentient, so without programming, they’d simply be bits of debris in his wound.  While they worked their magic, she gave him a shot for pain.  At least he’d be comfortable if they failed.  Then she spilled a bio-bandage over the wound and hoped for the best.

Settling back on her heels, she closed her eyes and allowed emotion to wash through her for one brief, luxurious moment.  Relief, joy, terror, heart-pumping adrenaline.  Her hands trembled, and with no one to see her moment of weakness, she even allowed a few tears to fall.  She was so close to freedom!  So close to losing the man who’d helped make it all possible.  So close to death herself.  But at least I’ll die fighting for my freedom, not trapped in the Tower while Majel scribbles down every secret her torturers yank out of me.

With that out of her system, she forced herself up and moving.  She couldn’t assume the bounty hunter had given up on them so quickly.  They were down in strange territory, helpless, unable to flee, and one of their party severely wounded.  If they had to make a run for it, she needed to gather the most crucial supplies.
There was nothing else she could do for Sig at the moment, although she couldn’t help stealing glances at him to see if he were still breathing.

Packets of food.  Every weapon she could find.  Anything she might be able to sell or trade for information or protection.  She had a tidy pile by Sig when she heard the first rustling and cracks of undergrowth outside the ship.  Arming herself with a lazor he’d thoughtfully installed beneath Henry’s main dash, she wiped all emotion from her face, hit the button to open the hatch, and walked outside with all the regal confidence of the Duchess of Wyre.

“Hello, there!”  She called in her most imperious voice as though summoning the butler for her afternoon tea.  “We need assistance immediately.”

A man stepped out of the shadows, crossing the torn earth and smoldering tracks of their crashing descent.  He approached with hands palm up and empty, his manner hesitant despite his lumbering giant-like size.  She kept the lazor hidden against her skirts, ready to slice his head off if he even thought about attacking them.  His much larger bulk wouldn’t matter one iota against the razor-sharp weapon.  Dressed in a strange mishmash of furs and leathers with the skin of some small rodent wrapped around his head, he appeared to be a colonist, not the bounty hunter that had shot them down.

“Are you hurt, my lady?”

English, at least.  She could thank her lucky stars a Britannian colony had been close, although she hoped the colonists weren’t too sympathetic to Her Majesty’s command.  Americus had been the first colony to attempt to cast off Majel’s yoke.  If she hadn’t been busy wiping out the Razari, she might have already destroyed Americus’s pitiful little rebellion.

“No, but my companion is.  Do you have shelter nearby?”

“Only my cabin, my lady.  I’m afraid we’re several klicks from any real civilization.”

Perfect.  She stepped aside to allow him to peek inside the ship at Sig.  “That’ll do.  What’s your name, sir?”

“Gage, my lady.  I’m no bloodletter, but your friend doesn’t look well at all.”

Briskly, she gathered up her research equipment and as much of their provisions as she could carry.  “Bloodletting is for ignorant fools who know nothing better.  Now make yourself useful and help me get my friend to safety.”

The man easily scooped Sig into his arms like a child, emphasizing his bear-like size.  I have no contacts in this
place.  My title and House cannot help me here.  All I have are my research—which I daren’t use too openly else Majel will catch wind of it—my feminine wiles, and my wits.

Putting as much seductive sway as possible into her hips, she stepped out of the wreck and cast a flirtatious glance back at Gage.  The poor bumbling man gaped at her like she’d sprouted another head and almost dropped Sig.

It’s a damned good thing I’ve been blessed with a brain.