don't be surprised if a new bar jumps, saying that i have halfway finished a novel. no, it wasn't written all in one night. Like so many other things, i started, stopped, went back to it. i found a few scenes hard to write, for whatever reasons, and usually knowing something big is coming up chases me off a book.
a quick trick to avoid that is to write the scene. badly. who cares? then write it again. true, you waste time, but so does not writing. now that you have written crap, go back over it and see if anything is good. there's a good starting point to rewriting the scene the way it should be.
if you're like me, almos the entire book is re written. no biggee, it's better than not writing. and has led to publication. yes, i am still agog gog over it. so much that i am using words like agog gog. or was it ga ga? thank you dr. suess. i blame my blather speak on your books in my childhood.
i had this great idea for joke, about how humans are inbred. earth is the backwater mountain terrain of the universe. our spaceships would be on blocks, if we had any. my friends we're laughing, and for some reason, it stuck with me. now, i'm thinking what if the ailens wanted to help the human race? becuase if you're christian, there was adam and eve, to noah and his three sons. which is a very small start for a human race. of course, if you believe in evoultion, many scientist (i know. i'm quoting them and i can't even spell the word scienctist) say that humanity was started from a very small gene pool. about the size of mosquito drool.
so what if we are inbred, dumb hicks? would aliens look at us and shake their head thing and sigh? we would help an inferior race, but than we're stupid. we would give technogoly to others, but has that ever worked well here on earth? and do we learn, or keep doing it? maybe, the aliens could cure one person. how would that be if you were suddenly way more emtionally mature than any other human on earth?
i know, stupid questions from a stupid mind, and bad typist. speller. whatever. but i have, sadly, nothing else better in my brain than to wonder pointless ideas that might become books.

Publication!

ouch! the count meter atthe bottom must be broke. hah! but this might help~
PUBLICATION!
yes, it is just an e-book, but it's still being published, i can now call myself a published author.
whispers has decided to offer me a contract.
first, they sent an email with the contract and other papers. my sister was nice enough to print them out.
than, I sign and send back, snail mail. along with a form requesting name and address and ssn for payment, and such. there's two forms that can be sent email, one describes the book cover, and the other is ad copy. like a quick line to sell the book, or a brief description that people will read to decide if they want to buy it. after putting around for a few hours, i think i came up with an okay one. so far, nothing better has struck me, so i'll go with what i got, instead of postponing endlessly.
still, i was so happy, i wanted to run out and eat steak and lobster, celebrate. i am still happy, almost a week later.
this so far has been surprisingly easy, but than i haven't started with an editor yet. god knows, my grammer is in the toilet. instinct only carries you so far. being a native amercian speaker, i do not remember what a gerund is, or the exact rules for comma use. whispers sent me a style sheet explaining that. i think it was a hint, and i needed it.
i discovered a new author, steve pizick. he's pretty good. and so great, the bookstore had the book i was looking for by the guy. totally awesome when you walk into a bookstore and find just the book you were looking for. oh, and greg iles is another one i just started. mortal fear was pretty good, and i just started another one. big, thick books.
who~hooo! getting published.

ouch! moved again. Thank God I don't own any heavy furniture. and again, a long wait for the internet. cable got here when they could. not too bad of a wait though. climbing the walls gave me something to do. then picked plaster splinters out from under the nails. oh yeah, no tv or internet just so fun. lucky i was born in this century, where i can slacker off long time.
actually, new job is going okay. i have plenty time to think, which is good for a want to be writer. whispers is considering one of the books, forbidden passion. i wrote a few more chapters on the paramedic story. otherwise, i am just so lazzzzzy.
and sick. the flu is going around, and it's my second week at work. after paying off deposits and such, i might have money friday. of next year. sob. no taking off, but it just does not look good to get hired and take off. someday i hope i will be a writer, becasue even sick i can write. and it'
s easy to write snuggled under blankets with a dripping nose. gross.
oh, and that cough? the one that says hacking up a lung, rattle wet sounding grossness. mom had it, and i could not eat when she hacked, spit, etc. ugh. but enough whining. time to get back to work. once i'm done playing computer games endlessly. heh, just got the net back, right?