Oxymoron-ish

I've found myself in a bit of a bind lately - drawn between the things I've "gotta" do and the things I "wanna" do. I keep telling myself that I need to treat my writing as a job (funny to think of it that way since it's really my release), but with a mile long To-Do list screaming at me, I'm sad to admit that I've barely written anything the last few months. 

Sure, I could throw out the whole "I've got four kids" excuse and get a sympathetic sigh from at least one person, but really my kids self-function. I could drop off the planet and I'm pretty sure they wouldn't notice I was gone until the fridge was completely barren or they needed help with a book report. And, okay, being the camp director for our Young Women was a big job, but camp wrapped up a month ago. The kids are in school, the yard is being neglected, I've only vacuumed once in the last 2 weeks (shhh, don't tell my mom), and I'm pretty sure the pizza we had for dinner last night had zero nutritional value. Apparently my domestic prowess isn't what's holding me back. So, what is it that keeps me from stealing even an hour or two to write? 

The simple answer? Being an author. 

And that's the oxymoronish truth. I - apparently naive to the publishing world - thought that the hard part was actually creating a story worth sharing. I thought I'd turn the manuscript over and voila', move on to my next project. I had no idea that my work was just beginning. The 89k words of Hope's Journey were the easy part, now I get to learn all kinds of stuff about marketing. Seriously? I couldn't even sell a pair of magic glasses to a blind man. Luckily, I know a thing or two about computers and design (very handy skills for creating trailers, bookmarks, and web pages), but beyond that, this whole marketing thing is foreign to me. This is where my stubbornness may actually be a virtue... because, I will figure it out. I will make it work. And, if pizza has to become a staple around here, so be it, I will find the time to write! 

I used the word JUVENILE

Juvenile - that's the word I used when asking my husband about the formatting of my blog page. "I really like it, it's whimsical and bright and fun, but do you think it's too juvenile?" His response? Laughter. Not just a snort or a chuckle, but out right, belly jiggling laughter! Then, he told me it was the perfect way to let people meet the real me.

So, there you have it... I may write stories about serious stuff (teen-pregnancy, domestic violence, etc..), but at the core, I might just have a little bit of growing up left to do. Juvenile? I don't know. Young at heart? Absolutely.  

Hope's Journey book trailer

One foot in the Insanity Pond

I know what you're thinking - or maybe it's just me thinking it - but here we go again.... I know, I know, I've never been much of a blogger. In fact, the blog I started over two years ago has a whopping 4 posts on it. So, what am I doing here now. Frankly, I don't know. But, when you wake up at 3:00 in the morning with a racing mind, you have one of two options: (1) continue to ignore the thought, pushing it to the back of your mind hour after hour as you toss and turn (& probably drive your husband crazy in the process), or (2) do something about it.

So, here we go again... one foot in the insanity pond, the other (hopefully) anchoring my crazy, wonderful life to reality.