Sunday Spin – Growing Up

Welcome to Sunday Spin where I talk about life beyond writing.

My daughter is 9 1/2 years old. She still believes in Santa Claus, fairies, and magic. She still plays with her Disney princess dolls and dresses up. I love this part of life, the innocence and purity and seeing the world through a child’s eyes.

When she asks about where babies come from, I’m honest–kinda. I don’t use the famed Stork story, but I haven’t told her about the birds and the bees either. She is satisfied to know that God blesses a woman with a baby, tucking it away in the mommy’s tummy to keep it safe and warm and protected until it’s time to greet the bigger world.

I realize this limited version is not going to satiate her curiosity much longer. The last thing I want is for her to hear the truth from a peer, which is how one of my friend’s daughters learned the truth about babies. That 10-year-old girl is so horrified, so traumatized, she refused to discuss the subject when her mother did sit down with her.

This is what I’m afraid of:

I’m afraid of losing my little girl.

I’m afraid that the minute she knows the truth about puberty and sex, that she’ll pack up all the make-believe.

I’m afraid she’ll discover the real Santa.

I’m afraid she’ll stop peering in tree crevices in hopes of spying a fairy.

I’m afraid she’ll stop playing with her little brother who is 7 and dotes on her.

I’m afraid she won’t want to snuggle with me during movie night.

Maybe I’m being melodramatic–I am a writer after all. Still, I must face the music and sit her down and tell her what she has to look forward to while still encouraging her to remain true to her spirit. To continue embracing the parts of life that make her sing out loud to her stuffed animals.

What about you? How have you handled your child’s looming maturity? Any suggestions on how to broach the subject?

Sunday Spin-My Twilight Zone

This is what my blog feels like lately:

Image courtesy of Wikimedia

Within the past couple of months I have noticed a strange ripple in blogosphere, and specifically within the teeny-tiny space that my blog occupies.

First, I’ve encountered Ghost Bloggers. These “people” have a username but no site. That’s right, no site at all.

Second, are Frenemies. These are bloggers who have followed my blog, giving me that warm fuzzy feeling that I’ve made a new friend. So, I went to their site and found that, wow, this is not a person who posts about writing or life (pretty much all I post), so why are they following me? Regardless, I followed back because my mother taught me manners. I even thanked them for following and told them how pretty their blog looks on them. But I have never seen or heard from them again.

Next up are The Reader Stalkers. These are the bloggers who scroll through the reader every day and hit the “Like” button for every single post they see. They do not read these posts. Oh no, not The Reader Stalkers. They can’t actually read a post. They can only ‘like’ a post.

Probably the worst group are the MeMeMeMe Bloggers. These people only follow my blog because they have just self-pubbed and they want my attention on their new book. Okay, fine, I’ll check you out. I’ll follow back. I’ll read your posts and your “About Me” pages. I’ll comment once or twice a week. But I don’t get the same treatment in return. I can probably name 20 blogs right now who are supposed “followers” of mine who have never never made a single comment on my blog, even though I have left dozens of comments on their blogs.

Last, but not least, are the Pseudo Bloggers. They aren’t really bloggers at all, but use a WordPress blog to sell a product, and I don’t mean books. I mean sunscreen. Theatrical costumes. Music CDs. Are these spammers? I have no idea, but they’re getting through Akismet and following my blog. Damnable creatures.

Anyway, all of this is more of a nuisance than a legitimate problem–at least, for now. I am still able to find the humor. But I do sense a shift in blogosphere and I wonder where all of this is really headed.

How about you? What has been your strangest encounter in blogosphere?

Write. Nurture. Repeat?

Apple blossom in bloom, 4am photo files

All books start out as a seed, a breath. Only with nurturing can that seed bloom. Some writers are unable to move on after the initial burst of growth. They put away their stories which are nothing deeper than that first layer of imagination. An onion-skin of creativity. That is how we all begin, with an onion-skin, a transparent membrane too fragile to stand alone.

There aren’t many of us who go back and try again. Quite a large percentage give up. Reasons vary. We can’t take criticism. We can’t keep our minds open. We’re tired, maybe even bored with the story, and we just want it out of our lives. We let friends read it too soon, or we query too soon. Our will power declines, our passion dwindles, our dream fades. Suddenly, writing isn’t as much fun as we thought it would be.

Then there are those of us whose calling it is to be a writer. We square our shoulders and return to our struggling creations. We prune the growth, dig up the root ball and transplant it. Hopefully this second time, we’ll be able to offer more wisdom, more honesty, more vulnerability. We complete it for the second time, but we’re not finished. We likely love it more, but something is not quite right. The ending is rushed. The antagonist is one-dimensional. The setting doesn’t fill the senses. Too many words. One problem or a web of problems, whatever it may be.

Suddenly we have a tough choice to make. We invested a huge chunk of time by this point. And the book won’t soar. You probably know this or maybe you don’t know. Either way, you hold out hope for its success.

I have reached this fork in the road at least half a dozen times with my novel. Do I pack it in? Do I self-publish anyway? Do I roll up my sleeves and dig again?

As much as I may have clawed, scratched, kicked, and screamed—I always rolled up my sleeves and dug around for a stronger story. I revised my years-old manuscript until it hurt, literally.

So, how do I know when I’m done writing and nurturing? How do I know when it is time to send it out? As a writer who isn’t exactly brimming with confidence, I don’t know if I’ll ever see the day where I am 100% satisfied with my work. I can always find a glitch, a hiccup, somewhere. Then there is the public. No way in Hellula can writers please every single agent, publisher, or reader. So, one rejection does not necessarily mean I’ll get 50 rejections. But one rejection could mean I’ll get 50 rejections.

How do we know when our book is ready?

Perhaps the question needs to be, how do we know when we’re ready to let go?

This post by Kourtney Heintz is a friendly warning to writers who have a hard time being objective with their books.

I think writers need to bond with their books in order to write them. However, I think writers need to break that bond in order to sell them.

I think, with practice, letting go gets easier. We begin to see our book in a different light. We happily whittle away words or whole scenes–passages that we once hung onto with desperation. The characters, who used to tread through our minds as we washed dishes or drove a car, visit less frequently, are less demanding. Perhaps other characters, from story ideas that have been waiting anxiously for their turn, are knock-knock-knocking on our imaginations. You go through your final draft with more confidence, satisfaction. You realize that you have written this novel to the best of your ability, you have done the story justice.

Suddenly, it feels okay to let go. You know there are no guarantees. You know it might be rejected. But you’re okay because you’re ready for whatever happens. Even if no one else wants to take a risk on it, then you will figure things out. You’ll be disappointed, but not beaten. You’ll still move forward because in your heart you know you accomplished a mind-blowing goal.

What about you? Have you been able to move on from your book? How did you do it?

Sunday Spin-My thoughts

Image by Ben Kouba

Loss is forever. So are special moments.

Today, call someone you haven’t talked to in a long time.

Today, tell someone you love them.

Today, smile at a stranger.

Today, don’t look at your stats.

Today, make a wish.

Today, bake cookies.

Today, relax.

Today, take a picture of your home.

Today, plant a flower.

Today, don’t engage in a quarrel.

Today, handwrite a letter to the relative or friend who lives farthest away.

Today, feed the birds.

Today, thank someone.

Today, count clouds.

Today, read a book from your childhood.

Today, love yourself.

Today, eat a banana split.

Today, feel blessed that you have today.

How will you spend your day today?

Awards in Rhyme

I am terribly behind with accepting these awards and passing them on. I am not a procrastinator by nature, but I wanted to find an original way to announce the awards. Unfortunately, my efforts struggled miserably and for one rhyme, I asked for help from my daughter…ahem.  Okay, several rhymes, but who’s keeping track?

As seems to be the going trend, I have fudged the rules a bit. I nominated only 3 bloggers per award, and I answered questions to only one award. Otherwise, you’d be spending all day on my blog, and as much as I love the attention I know we all have other things to do!

Please know that no one is obligated to accept or pass on these awards. If I have given you an award that you already have, my apologies!

Okay, on to the awards:

Thanks to Kathils and her random muse

For A Beautiful Blogger award, what wonderful news!

Here are my nominees for Beautiful Blogger:

Mayumi

Darla Writes

Char

One Lovely Blog award from Laura’s
desk of writing aventuras.

Here are my nominees for One Lovely Blog:

Vanessa Chapman

Robin

Ileandra

Subhan Zein, a poet who sculpts the light,

Gave me A Versatile Blogger Award the other night.

My nominees for The Versatile Blogger are:

Lovely Lici

Dennis

Zen and Genki

Thank you to The Blazing Trail for the wonderful gift

Of A Very Inspiring Blog Award, ‘twas certainly a lift!

Here are my nominees for Very Inspiring Blogger Award:

SubtleKate

Victoria

Christy Farmer

Dear Anne Woodman, who writes by numbers,

thanks for writing, too!

We don’t fall aslumber

because of you.

My nominees for Thanks for Writing are:

Life in the Blue Ridges

Lisa Wields Words

Limebird Writers

The Reader Appreciation award was given to me

From The View Outside’s loverliest Vikki

This award comes with some questions:

What is your favorite color? Blue

What is your favorite animal? Wolf

What is your favorite non-alcoholic beverage? Diet Coke

Facebook or Twitter? Mmm, I’m not keen on either of them

What is your favorite pattern? Polky-dots!

Getting or Giving? Giving

What is your favorite number? 3

What is your favorite day of week? Friday

What is your favorite flower? Begonia

What is your passion? Writing and spending time with my kids (I know that’s two, but they’re both number one to me)

I nominate this award to the three top commenters on my blog:

JMMcdowell

Kourtney Heintz

Shannon Howell