Happy New Year to all and sundry!
It’s been a long, long time since my last post—I’ve been pleasantly engaged being, well, engaged to and subsequently marrying the love of my life, which incidentally took up most of my brain power previously dedicated to blogging. It was totally worth it. 🙂 I am now an old married lady of nearly two and a half months, and being a new year and all, I thought I might attempt hopping back on the blog wagon again.
I therefore offer you, in all their glory, a few of my goals for 2013:
- Finish rewriting/editing Seer. It’s so close!!
- Start agent hunting again!
- Write something new.
- Blog more.
- Pay off my credit card.
- Learn how to cook lots of delicious food!
- Read good books!
I’ve already started on the first one, though I definitely spent more time fiddling with blog templates (and winding up keeping the one I had to begin with) than writing today. Oops!
And that will wrap it up for now!
Happy New Year! Go forth and be awesome. 🙂
Goodness. I think should win the Prolific Blogger of 2011 award, you know, with all that blogging I’ve been doing this year.
Um…… yeah. Anyways.
What I’ve been up to:
- Went to the UK with my best friend for almost two whole weeks!! Best part was Edinburgh, and seeing David Tennant and Catherine Tate in Much Ado About Nothing, and riding British trains. And the tea. Mmmmmmmmmm tea!!
- Read Mark of the Horselord by Rosemary Sutcliff. Super good, but… 😦
- Read Black Unicorn by Tanith Lee and am partway into Gold Unicorn. She creates the most intriguing concepts/worlds.
- Got about 900 words into a rewrite of Whale and the Tree… several months ago…
- Know the beginning and the ending of the sequel to Seer and have been making copious notes. I’m sure the middle will surface soon.
- Pondering rejoining the NaNoWriMo fray this year to write the abovementioned sequel to Seer.
- Went tubing on the Salt River with a group of friends and didn’t get sunburned too terribly bad. I’m vaguely tan for the first time in my life! Weird.
And that’s what’s been happening. Pretty exciting, right?
So sometimes I ponder the mysteries of the universe (because, really, somebody has to). Today I spent the better part of my 25 minute drive to and from lessons pondering how people ever got out of bed before alarm clocks were invented. Did they just wake up with the sun or what? I finally had the sense to google it this evening, and happened upon an enlightening article.
Really interesting stuff, and it makes me want to write a novel featuring water clocks. But now I have more questions.
How did the church bell ringers and the knockers-up know when to wake up? Did they always have to employ the bladder-control method (which struck me as completely hilarious)? If they overslept mightn’t they throw off the equilibrium of an entire town?? Would anyone even notice? How did they know what time to ring the church bells anyway?
Also, does anyone else ever feel bad for fictional characters’ sleeping conditions? Maybe it’s just because I’m a light sleeper and always have a horrible time nodding off in unfamiliar or less-than-ideal surroundings, but I’m always in awe of characters who can fall right to sleep in the woods or a cave or a prison cell and wake refreshed and ready to conquer the world. I can’t even fall asleep on a comfortable couch unless I’m deathly ill, and if I’m running on less than six (but preferably eight or nine!!) hours of sleep I can barely function. I think I would be pretty much useless on an actual adventure—characters in novels don’t seem to have these problems.
They don’t have chapstick, either, which is one reason I’m happy to be living in this lovely modern era. I mean, I read once that pioneers put axle grease on their lips to keep them from getting chapped, but that’s just gross.
And there you have it.
(Apologies for the glimpse into my peculiar brain. This is what happens when I’m not actively working on a novel.)
Happy Monday, intrepid readers! In lieu of any actual news (I’m writing a synopsis; not exactly riveting, is it?), I thought I would share some vids:
First up, How To Be a Secret Agent (Scarecrow and Mrs. King)
“I feel like I’m lying and sneaking.”
“You are lying and sneaking. You’re working for the government.”
Next up, Everybody Loves Me (Merlin)
And last but not least, a Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover? If only it were true!
Finished Linger yesterday (sniffle!) and am partway into The Shining Company (can you tell I’m on a Rosemary Sutcliff kick lately?).
What are you reading?
And to celebrate you get a smorgasbord of random links:
First up, the YA Fantasy Showdown, where characters from YA fiction are being pitted against each other in fictional battles, the outcomes of which are decided via voting. Currently about to delve into round four, my beloved Eugenides (from the Attolia books) and Howl (from Howl’s Moving Castle) are still in the game!! I will be awash with glee if they both make it into the final round, although I’ll have no idea which one to vote for…
Next up, the plural of “octopus” is explained.
Next up, I was invited by the lovely Irene Pynn to write a guest blog, and after some deliberation penned my heartfelt—albeit entirely unscientific—thoughts on How a Book is Like a Piano.
Next up, Nathan Bransford’s excellent How to Write a Query Letter.
Next up, Gail Carson Levine discusses POV shifts in her latest blog.
And last but not least, author Maggie Stiefvater noodles on a childhood that shaped her as a reader and writer.
Have a good weekend everybody!!
P. S. I FINISHED CHAPTER SIX!!!!
I’ve been out of college for five years, but I still feel like the year really begins in late August, not January. Fall semester! New stuff to learn! Autumn! Jeans and converse and long sleeves and socks!
…That is if you happen to live in a state where you have autumn and can wear the aforementioned jeans and converse and long sleeves and socks before the end of November. But I’m quibbling. Hopefully us poor Arizonians will get out of the 100s sometime soon and at least down into the 90s. Hopefully.
But that’s really beside the point. What I’m saying is, life has been completely crazy this summer. I’ve moved across town, nearly tore the bumper off my poor car by backing into a pole, painted a room, learned how to cook chicken, watched all seven seasons of Buffy, spent a week in Georgia eating ridiculously amazing watermelon, continued staunchly refusing to eat raw tomatoes (because I don’t like them, okay??), and got a grand total of absolutely nothing done on that novel revision I started back in March. Not to mention I haven’t been blogging, either.
What I’m saying is, it’s time for the fall semester, which means a new year and a new beginning and a new chance to dive back into noveling and blogging and getting stuff done. I don’t have to wait for January! The time is now!! I am novelist, hear me RAWRRRRR!!!!
**puts on a horned helmet brandishes a battle-axe, and hollers like a viking**
Erm. Anyways. Guess I’d better get to it then, right?