Name Dropping & Linking All Over the Place

After posting last time, I went shopping. Upon my return, I found an email from one of the women in my RL writer’s group. There was a writer’s conference in Westfield on Sunday and if I was willing to drive, she’d pay my conference fee. On Saturday, Husband took me to Eden so I’d know my way to her house. We stopped in and had a lovely visit. Then on Sunday, she and I went to the gorgeous Patterson Library.

It was the first time they had done a conference there and kudos to Peter Hamilton for putting it together. Mary Jo and I went to the same sessions. The first was done by James Goertel who tackled the Writer’s Craft . He’d just gotten back from AWP (I was so jealous! He could have heard Roxane Gay  give a reading while he was there. I would have!) and even though James was tired, he was a motivated instructor.

We broke to listen to LouAnne Johnson, author of My Posse Don’t Do Homework which turned into the movie Dangerous Minds. She read from Muchacho. It was very entertaining. She sat at the same table as we did for the lunch which was held at the church across the street.

After lunch was Marketing Your Work by Linda Lavid. I thought it was informative and I found out a few things I hadn’t known. Some things I was doing already and it turns out they were the ‘right’ things to do which was gratifying to hear.

Then, the people who signed up drew numbers to choose the order to read their work. I went second and read “Wildflower Wishes.” Mary Jo went fourth and read from her book, “Under Cover.”  While the conference had been scheduled to go until after six, we got out of there around 4 p.m. It was a great day all around.

Facebook revealed a chance for women’s essays to be included in an edition of Brevity titled Ceiling or Sky: Female Nonfictions after the VIDA Count and in response to the recently revealed VIDA and its nearly identical pie graph which shows 75% of most magazine’s contributors are male. I sent in “Finding Peers.” An editor of the new cool zine to read, Jumping Blue Gods asked for my submission. (Much appreciation to Jennifer Bridges!)

Robert Tucker at Chrysalis Reader sent the edits he made to “Delaware and the Rip-Off King.” We disagreed on a single line and he agreed to use the one I offered, so that is now wrapped up.

This past Saturday, I happened to see in Gusto that there was a reading being done at the West Falls library. I went and listened to Jeff Schober. Oddly, as he was signing my book, he mentioned the Arcade & Attica Railroad Mystery Train. Turns out, he was writing the script for this year’s production and he had been an actor in the last one with Betty. Tiny little world, isn’t it?

Then, later on this past Saturday, there was the most awesome news: The return of NPR’s Three Minute Fiction! Round Eight was announced. In case you missed it, hit the link above. I heard about it on FB before the show started and didn’t take long to come up with a story and write it. Seriously, maybe an hour tops to write–though I think it was closer to twenty minutes. I’d thought of an ending line, then two characters arrived, and as I wrote toward the end line, the story took me to a different place.

I trimmed it until I could read it in under 3 minutes, then read it to Husband, who–get this–thought it was nice. I sent it in. Usually, I end up with regret when I send things in so soon after they’re written, but the next morning, I still thought it was a good story.

On Monday, I sent it to Chyo, and except for one word choice, she thought it was fantastic. I wound up in a brief email exchange with Long Distance Friend and sent it to him. He not only liked it, but wanted to share it with his Secret Girlfriend. Now, I wait on Guy Roz and the judges at 3MF to decide if they like it, too.

In a teensy tiny way, I’m a bit on edge over the idea of finally having one of my stories chosen by 3MF. I mean I am the self-proclaimed Susan Lucci of this contest. Can I give up that continuing sting of disappointment? Well, it’s out of my hands now. And if it isn’t chosen as the winner, I hope it isn’t chosen as an also ran. I have three magazines I want to submit the story to. Sigh. We’ll see how it goes. In the other rounds, I’d written to win. This story I wrote because it was something I wanted to read.

Speaking of which.. One of the things Chyo said was that the story I wrote was a piece which would cause her to look up other work by the same author. She then told me of series of books she’s bought because of short stories she’d come across in an anthology. So, while I’m waiting on yet another person’s thoughts on Ellie’s Elephants, I’ve opened up the third book of the Dreaming Lettie series, and I think I’m falling in love all over again… How could I forget about the Dreads!

Until next time!

*These are just my creekside reflections. Your experiences may vary.

Short, Sweet and Hopeful

Welcome! I hope this first day of March finds you well. I’m fresh off two writing competition losses, but letting the disappointment fizzle out by plunging back in to Ellie’s Elephants. A friend of mine is going over the last draft and providing detailed notes and a woman I met at the Writer’s Workshop is also offering her insight. Both are picking up on little quirks that need to be altered before I try another go at representation.

None of the notes are huge which I’m taking as a good sign. On top of that, at the end of Chapter Four, I found the following aside from the detailed note provider, “It’s good–I like the way it builds all the way through. I love the humor. Best Seller! I want 1 2/3 %.” Such a comedian…

As to submitting, I’ve been slacking there, though I did get two sent out on Monday.

The boards on Zoetrope were down to less than 50. I freaked and threw Foxes on the Lake on the read page. I’ve gotten two reviews so far. Once again, I got assigned to a newbie. At least this one sounded like he read the story, but the last one taught me an unfortunate lesson: Until they are on there a while, do not speak to them. The last one’s cockiness dripped off the screen and tainted my Zoetrope experience. On the other hand, I was thrilled to find a review from Cezarija Abartis. I was not expecting her to review me, but she offered great advice and I’m so grateful for that. If you want a short story collection that will transport you, I do suggest hers. Nice Girls and Other Stories was fantastic.

Other than that, there’s been a whole lot of not drinking going on here, much reading, several dreams about seedlings and the garden and the occasional nightmare over errant commas. A calm before a storm? Now that I think about it, it has been unusually quiet around here for the last two weeks…

* These are just my reflections. Your experience may vary.

Long Distance Thursday

So, I’m looking forward to having a chat with a friend tomorrow (I’m starting this post Wednesday night.) His schedule is squirrelly, so phone calls do have to be arranged beforehand. With any luck, I’ll get to ask him what he thought of the basic premise of Ellie’s Elephants as I sent him an early version MONTHS–if not A YEAR–ago. It has gone through several revisions since then, so maybe I can head off his complaints about it.

Today I had a sonogram I probably didn’t need because the replacement doctor I saw is… I don’t know what. *Sigh* I hope my normal doctor is healthy the next time I go in, though I was a little unnerved to find him buying scratch off lottery tickets from a machine in the grocery store, an image I’m trying to block, but so far I haven’t been able to accomplish that. It was a scene that was just so unseemly.

Upshot was that Chyo and I went out for a lovely lunch and did some shopping. I found presents for people–including my niece who reads this blog–so I won’t say what I found, but I enjoy finding the ‘right’ thing for people. It makes me happy and I got to be happy six times today! I even found a magnet that Chyo thought was clever and I was able to buy it without her knowledge while we were in A. C. Moore.

As for writing, I’ve been revising beginnings of stories and got several submissions out last week. This week has been filled with love and worry so far.

Love:

 

With Tollhouse chocolate chip cookie dough, I made this for Husband.

 

 

He brought this home to me–from a real florist.

 

 

Worry:

The technician doing the sonogram said she didn’t see anything to worry about, so yeah!

 

*The phone conversation has occurred and my initial reaction is: It was good to touch base with him. He’s still odd and funny and has a ‘secret girlfriend’ that he took to Hawaii. I don’t know why I find that so amusing, but I do. Mofo still hasn’t read the damned book yet though… Ah well. I heard more about his trip with details that were something else. A great chat all around…

Well, it’s time to hit the keyboards. Thanks for the read.

 

***The are just my creekside reflections. Your experience may vary.

Happy Groundhog’s Day

It’s not like I’ve never posted late in the day before, so I hope no one is too disappointed. I have a very good reason: I’m teaching a new computer to do the tricks my old one did.

Yes, my once trustworthy HP finally gave me enough trouble that I had to upgrade to a shiny new model with 6 something of RAM and an insanely huge monitor. I’ve already got the printers hooked up as I had lovely things to print out.

One not so pretty rejection from the latest On The Premises contest, an “although we cannot at this time use “Wildflower Wishes,” we did feel the manuscript reflected many strengths…Try us again” from Echo Ink and a “Congratulations! Your story has been accepted for the Patterns issue of the Chrysalis Reader.”

I love acceptances–this one is so fine, too. I’m being assigned an editor to work with, I’m getting paid, I get 5 free issues AND it’s in a magazine I can tell my step-mother and Vikki about without them cringing. As in, Me: “I had a poem accepted by Sex and Murder Magazine!” Them: “That’s nice dear,” while I can nearly hear them tsk-tsking and wondering what my mother would think if she were alive…

So, I also have Microsoft Word installed so I will finally be able to make my own PDF files instead of begging people to convert my files for me (Thank you once again Mr. Tuttle!”). It’s not that terribly different from Microsoft Works, but it is different enough that I have to learn its quirks.

Yes, generally I am much more adamantly opposed to change, but computer upgrades are an inevitably. Also, this change is one I’ve known was coming. I didn’t want to, but on Saturday I resigned myself to it and we went shopping. The upshot is, even though I buggered my eyes in the process, I was able to retrieve my files and pictures from the end of 2006 up to yesterday before a major crash. Yeah! And Husband will now have his own computer to fill up with music and an old Auto-Cad program. Happy happy Groundhogs Day indeed! I love Dunkirk Dave. He didn’t see his shadow, unlike Phil in Pennsylvania, not that it’s been much of a winter.

Take care of yourselves and thank you for reading!

(*The are just my creekside reflections. Your experience may vary.)

I Hate Computer Problems!

If you’re reading this, it means the computer has been kind enough to allow me on-line. It’s been having what may be old computer issues, but on Tuesday it was having a fit. I ran the 2 virus/malware/whatever software programs and each said there was nothing wrong, but it continued to be lethargic and unresponsive. Maybe it’s not old age, perhaps my computer has hit the teen years. *Sigh*

I took it downstairs and it lie on its side like a beached whale while Husband opened it up and we used Q-tips and rubbing alcohol to remove the dust from the fan blades and the vents.  With the computer down, I decided to reassess my work area. With the HP printer dying (still miss its crispness) I replaced it with a Brother and I love it, but it’s a behemoth. What I came up with is a better solution, I think…

(A picture will be inserted here once I am able to trust the computer to behave properly)

The writing has been going well–I say this not having checked my email yet. I did receive word that The Legendary will be publishing my story, The Virgin Forest on the 20th. I still love this story so much for its vast scope of years and trauma in so few words.  One of the last things I was able to do online was send a pic for the author bio page. I was going to upload a different picture, but that seemed beyond the computer’s ability lately. I hate computer problems.

Oh, and some days I wish I were more observant–Mary Akers mentioned me on the Friday Fess-Up discussion board last week, which I’m grateful for. She won first prize for the short story contest (Congratulations again!) She pointed out that the contest was a National League of American PEN Women contest. Had I realized that, I may not have entered because I would have been intimidated and thought I didn’t have a chance, thus proving ignorance is bliss sometimes… I won Third Prize and an honorable mention in the Mary Kennedy Eastham Flash Fiction Competition . Hell, yeah! Part of the prize was an invitation to read at the award ceremony. I looked at prices and unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to be in my price range, though I did recently get a “confirmation” for my ticket to fly to Sacramento on American Airlines on the 20th, which is very nice, but I didn’t book a ticket to Sacramento. Ever.

Well, I don’t want to push my luck, so I’m posting this and signing off while I still can.

Thanks for reading!

First Post in the New Year!

We have snow! I was beginning to wonder if we were going to get any.

It’s a new year and so far it’s going well here. How are things in your world? I’ve been keeping up with everything and I feel slightly more efficient–still waiting for the endorphins to kick in, but I’m not holding my breath. I can’t, yoga discourages such things.

Why I decided to try yoga is beyond me. It makes me nervous to do things so slowly. Besides which, I think it is actually making me more antsy than before. Listening to the little weasel politicians the last few days has been torture. Why can’t these morons just get along already? I’ve been making snide comments and veiled threats. If I do it much more (or louder) Husband will take the radio away. I hate it when he does that. Not as much as when he locks me in the library for NaNoWriMo, but it’s a close second.

Holiday visiting was varied and fun. I got to annoy a bird. I don’t want one for my house, but I enjoyed watching it react and preen and chirp. I did not get to see somebody that lives in New Jersey now, but that just goes to show how he’s changed (Uh, BTW Jimmy, I’m giving your bucket of fudge away for blowing us off.) And I really thought Rachael would be in Pennsylvania longer, but she’s already back in Boston so I’m bummed I didn’t get to see her again before she left. (Miss you babe!)

Everything else was good though. We even had a “tree” this year and everything. As it’s being taken down, I remember that is why we don’t have trees. Putting them up is fun, but after is sad and hard. Kind of like writing. The story idea is great, and finishing a first draft is like plugging in the lights, then it sits and you finally have to rewrite.

I didn’t have any intention to, but it’s the fifth of January and I have 5 things submitted. If I keep it up–a submission a day–I’ll easily surpass last year’s output, which was 263.

I got confirmation that my submission to the Minotaur Books/ First Crime Novel Competition  was received. I had opted for delivery confirmation and saw that it was forwarded and I couldn’t figure out why. Once  it was delivered, guess what? I addressed my entry just like I was told to, but I was given the wrong zip code. So, whatever. It arrived. I believe I did everything right and that’s why I received the notification I did. I can’t find stats on previous years, but I bet it’s a tough competition. Keep your fingers crossed. I’ll let you know if I hear anything more.

I’m off to work on my entry to the Amazon Break out novel contest, wait…Ouch. There’s the first rejection of the year. Welcome to 2012!

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*These are just my reflections. Your experience may vary.

I’m in pajamas. I’m sorry about this. It didn’t occur to me that I had a blog to write until I after I had shut the computer down this afternoon. I was wrapping up another batch of fudge, waiting to go to Weber City when it dawned on me. Husband came home and we were off. When we returned, I had less than half an hour to change for the party. We left the banquet room right around 8:30 but Husband was talking to Bob, the owner. He did tell Husband to call ahead and there was a free dinner waiting for us there.

The party was for Husband’s work. It really was  a nice time. I got a chance to talk to people this time. The last party was a bit too loud to chat. It was also partially captured on a you tube video.

Why had I let the blog slip? It wasn’t on my list. And plans keep changing. And I’ve been making fudge. And….

I started sending out queries to agents. I haven’t heard anything yet, but I have my fingers crossed.

Our niece is arriving soon and I need to finish some things up, so it’s a short post today.  Have great holidays!

{These are just my reflections. Your experience may vary.}

 

Spent

Alright, I’ll fess up. I didn’t make the NaNo goal this year. I could beat myself up, but I won’t. Part of it was that NaNo changed its notifications and some other bits that worked in the past didn’t work the same way this year. Plus, the two best ever ML’s dropped out and let the Buffalo group be led by N. Seriously, that’s her name. N and I never clicked. Sarah & Madeline were such great ML’s, so ‘spoiled me’ didn’t want to go to the write-ins and midway parties and the kickoffs because they weren’t going to be there. I had myself somewhat convinced to go to Perry to the write-in at Burlingham Books on the 20th, but that didn’t pan out.

On top of that, I went to my first workshop. It was on 5 November and the presenters were Mary Akersand Kim Chinquee. I had the best time! I learned so much! It was SO awesome. I’m beyond grateful to Husband for taking me to The Hodge Podge in North Tonawanda–what a brilliant choice for the workshop location. It was beautiful and inspiring. I’m so grateful I had the chance to attend.

So now you’re thinking I must have been slacking since I wasn’t creating new work? Oh contraire!

I worked my ass off this month. While still piling words into the latest NaNo novel (and had I gotten a fat letter from NEA instead of the thin one, I so would have changed gears since ‘Finding Forest’ was the project I wanted the NEA grant I applied for to fund.) I got my entry form for the Minotaur Books/ First Crime Novel Competition and dug into revising ‘Campus Crimes.’

Did I say revise? Oh, I hacked away. I took that beauty from 101,842 words down to 81,843. As Marko Fong commented, I was doing a reverse NaNo.

It wore me out. Strung me out. Made me hate the person I was when I wrote ‘Campus Crimes’ since I didn’t know squat then. (Not that I know anything now, mind you…)

Anyway, I slashed away, printed it out and sent it to a reader who had it delivered to him on Tuesday. Now, it’s in his hands. Could I have done better? Yes. The point is that I made the revision a priority and reached a deadline.

Goals and deadlines can be interchangeable, but sometimes it takes a person literally sitting themselves down to figure out which actions are most important. That’s what I had to do. That’s what I did. I think I made the right choice.

Neglecting NaNo also allowed me to concentrate on other contests I wanted to enter, and after I wrap this post up, I’m off to tackle the Buffalo News contest, cause you know, I‘m not competitive enough…

Last night, I attended a Grand Opening/Ribbon Cutting Ceremony for a bar and be the designated driver in exchange for the drive up to North Tonawanda. Seemed more than fair. It was pretty alien though. Husband turned into chatty Cathy social butterfly and I spent the night mostly alone. I mean, I was sitting at a table with some very nice people, I’m sure, but the band was right there and so conversation wasn’t possible without shouting. I still have traces of a malingering cold/flu. I didn’t want to shout.

I relearned two lessons though. 1) ALWAYS bring a book wherever you go–if I have one I never get to read it, if I don’t I wish I had. 2) Trim Husband’s moustache if eating/drinking will be done in public–self explanatory.

Ah well, I’m sure the experience will find a place in a story somewhere some day…

Speaking of which…I AM SO PSYCHED!!!! The Amazing, Awesome, Incredible Copyeditor Extraordinaire–Teresa Tucker will soon be done with Ellie’s Elephants. I am SO excited to get my baby back. I’ve missed her so much and am eager to see what she looks like now. I bet she’s even prettier than I imagine her to be, and I thought she was a great looking baby when I sent her to the equivalent of ‘finishing’ school.  SO PSYCHED!

*These are just my reflections. Your experience may vary.

A Review For You: Buffalo Area Blues for Two

I don’t go through the Penny Saver every week, but I found an announcement in the November 6th edition for the “Gowanda Blues Festival” at Moose Lodge #1382 and since Maria Aurigema was playing, we had to go.

 

~*~Props to Norm for getting us advance tickets. Thank you! ~*~

 

We arrived early, picked an ideal spot and ordered dinner from the special ‘Blues Fest’ menu. The service was excellent, as was the food–and plentiful! The Bravuras were first up and they were quite competent. The sax player was most enjoyable. Since they went on at 6ish on a Saturday evening, it’s hard to fault them for their set. I’m sure they would have been better a bit later in the night.

During the Bravuras set, Maria walked in…

Damn.

She is fine.

No one there could have missed her entrance. She does have star power. The set change was awesome to watch. Maria was all there and helping to move equipment and lay down the carpet. She sprayed something like magic on her frets and she was good to go. The set was SO fantastic. Husband and I have listened to her songs on WBFO’s Saturday Blues Show hosted brilliantly by Jim Santella for years. Her song, “Thinking About You” was included on the “Nickel City Blues” compilation, offered as a ‘thank you gift’ a few years ago.

“Miracle Man”

“Running”

“Take Me”

“Mama, He Treats Your Daughter Mean.”

 

Girl can sing! Woman can play!

She took a minute to run into the green room, emerged with a flag, draped it over the amp and dedicated the next song to the veterans.

After her set, I went to buy a copy of her CD which I’d been searching for in the local outlets without any luck. Not only was I able to purchase her CD, I was given two of her photos for free and she signed the CD with the most wonderful, sweetest inscription.

MARIA AURIGEMA ROCKS!!!

Next up were the Heavenly Chillbillies. From the get go, I liked this group. They were a fun bunch. They did covers of songs I like such as “Blues Are My Business and Business Is Good.” Husband wasn’t impressed at first, but as the set progressed, they became more in tune with each other. Their song “My Sister’s So Mean, She Drinks Gasoline” was hilarious and so well done! I was making the call on that one and sadly they announced their CD wouldn’t be out for a while–otherwise, I so would have bought it.

Right, so far everything is well defined. The Blues Hounds came on and they were tighter than an infantry man to his rifle. The chorus of voices on the song “Don’t You Know You Got a Good Girl At Home” was brilliant. The group was diverse and rugged and truly blues worthy. I liked them a lot. If they had a CD, it wasn’t apparent or well advertised.

The last set was by Mr. Conrad/Shrimp Daddy. Right. Husband fell in love with them right away. I was less impressed. “You’re Gonna Miss Me When I’m Gone” was great though, and Husband decided we would get the CD which was advertised by Reid as “I smuggled ten CD’s in with me from Canada. Don’t make me take them home.”

Finally, Mike “Shrimp Daddy” Reid got around to introducing the band. If I’m spelling it wrong, mia culpa, but Aaron Bates, you are the most handsome thing that came on the stage that night. You, bassist, are right up there with cotton candy in the pleasure lane of life.

Because Husband decided on getting the CD, we did. Can I say pompous and arrogant? The CD was just Mike Reid. Had I known that at the time, I might have declined purchasing the CD. He wanted $20.00, which I thought was steep. On stage, he kept referring to playing in Buffalo which I found ignorant since Gowanda is not Buffalo. According to Husband, I’m supposed to cut him some slack because he drove down from Canada. Fine. I’d be less put off by the man if he had offered to sign any of the CDs that people bought from him that night, but he didn’t.

Ass.

I’m especially ticked since what Husband deduced from hearing them play is that Shrimp Daddy is very, very good. We listened to Maria’s and then Shrimp Daddy’s CD the next day when WBFO scheduled worthless Anita to play bad crap rock songs. Maria’s CD was awesome but I knew most of those songs already.

As to Shrimp Daddy… Well, I must trust my initial-and so far continuing-dislike of the man. I want to believe this is not recycled fodder from a well known romance novel where Mike Reid plays Jack ‘Trustworthy’ Colton to my Joan ‘I will kick your sorry ass, you fool’ Wilder.

I really dislike that man but love the music.

Seriously, his “Some Guys Like It Rough” — I see that song covered by Shemika soon, if not Etta.

It was a great Saturday night and I’m so glad we went.

Ta until next time!

*These are just my reflections. Your experience may vary.

It’s the Start of NaNo and I Feel Fine…

This is day three of National Novel Writing Month and I feel fine. Just fine. A bit cranky perhaps, but not about the writing, which is going OK, I guess. I skim what I wrote the day before to remind myself where I was going. Some of the typos are funny. Case in point: I meant to write a character saying, “I’m sorry for your loss.” (I know, cliché, but the point of NaNo is to get it written, get it done, edit later.) What came out instead was, “I’m sorry for your life.” I left it as is because maybe that’s what he really meant to say. I don’t know that now but perhaps I shall by the time I rewrite.

If I get that far. Life is crazy and it gets more so each day. Yes, there’s been some rejections, but I’m used to that, what I’m finding is all sorts of “Extras” being thrown at me. Even this morning was another extra. I find it highly unfair of the universe to throw things at me before I walk out the door. On my stoop was a product to evaluate. What the???

The remodeling area did get cleaned up this week which it desperately needed. Bettina passed away and the memorial is scheduled for Sunday at two. It was set for Monday at two and it would have been hard to get to, but now that it’s on Sunday, I have no excuse. I really liked her. Who wouldn’t like a woman who made incredible cookies for receptions and intermissions at the Arts Center?

And while I had it in my head before I started NaNo this year that I would write the new stuff in the morning and then edit an older work in the afternoon and evening, what I hadn’t counted on would be that there would be no choice in the matter.

I sent away to get the entry form for a first mystery novel contest, but didn’t hear back, so I forgot about it, plus I figured, why edit when I don’t have to? Well, the entry form came and once “Campus Crimes” is edited, I need to send it in old school, printed out in full. My reaction to this is: Oh My G- I’m soon going to be sending off a manuscript! A whole one–just like I’ve seen in movies and dreamt about doing since I was at least twelve years old. Holy Wow! I feel so close to living inside one of my dreams. Lol.

I’m a quarter of the way through the edit and I think I could have used the find and replace option to eliminate every ‘that’ and I’d drop the 10% Stephen King advises to cut. I think I’ve kept two ‘that’s so far. What was I thinking? Sadly, I do recall–I thought I needed a manuscript to be 100,000 words-minimum. *Sigh*

So, my friends, I need to get back to the delete button. Any luck wished this way will be greatly appreciated. Have a happy two weeks until next time!