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Writerly Wednesday-Stuff & Utter Nonsense

Issue 2 of the newsletter, complete with an excerpt from The Waning Moon and Chapter 2 of Raj’s stories, should be hitting your in-boxes momentarily. You can head on over to my Extra’s page to sign up for the newsletter. You’ll get the latest issue and a link to all of Raj’s story so you can catch up.

I’m working on balancing my new work schedule with my writing. So far, it’s been working on getting the kidlet and me up and out the door so I can catch my bus and not so much writing. That should keep improving. I don’t have kid drop-off duty on Thursdays and Fridays (and every other Monday morning), so there’s a chance I can get some real work done on the (almost named) book 3 later this week.

I’m feeling pretty positive that after a month or so, I’ll know what I’m doing enough at work to both do a wonderful job as an employee, but give Eleanor & Co. more mental energy. I’ve gotta tell you, though, this whole “getting up early” and “talking to adults” and “commutes longer than 30 seconds” is taking some getting used to. I’m settling into my corner office, though. (It really is a corner office. Kind of. In a windowless basement. At least it’s my very own office? I ordered a SAD lamp today.)

Happy reading, Raj fans! You can always let me know what you think either here, or on my Facebook page!

GIVEAWAY!

I am going to give my 666th Twitter follower a free copy of The Cardinal Gate, and everyone who retweets my contest tweet will be entered to win their very own free copy of The Waning Moon! LUCK!

 

Three Things Thursday: Adjustments

  1. It’s officially official now. I have a job. With an offer letter. I passed the background check and I start on Monday! This is exciting for several reasons!
    • They are planning on paying me in dollars!
    • There is this fancy thing called “health insurance” that they have!
    • I will be contributing to society in a meaningful way but have to deal with 100% fewer surgeons!
  2. It’s at an institution that I respect doing a job that I both know how to do and feel is important-especially in an era where science is not as highly valued as it should be.This news means I need to readjust everything I’ve been doing. I’ve been doing 5-7 hours of writing or editing or marketing (including blogging and reading books to review on said blog). I’ve also been going to bed late and getting up late for months. This means I’ll have to get back to my schedule. My first instinct is to dive in, metaphorical balls to the wall, starting Monday. Up at 5 every day, in bed by 10:30. Realistically, I’ll probably have better luck (and fewer annoying-to-others-snooze-button-issues) if I ease in and get up 15 minutes earlier every day until I’m back to my regularly scheduled morning cheeriness.
  3. This will, in no way, impact the release date of The Waning Moon. That is still set for late June. It’s with my editor right now, the cover design is being finalized, and I will need to do revisions, proof-read, and write the final back-of-the-book copy. I can do that with zero trouble between now and June. What it might impact is the release date of book 3, since that is a heavy rewrite. It might also impact my prolific blogging schedule as I adjust to being away from my home computer for 47+ hours/week.

The takeaway here? Yay job!

Race Report: Hop Hop 5K

This is my first race report in over two years and my first race since May 2015. I didn’t really train for it the way I ought to have, and have the complete inability to move as a reward!

There was a time in my life when I could’ve raced a 5K with zero notice because I was regularly pounding out long runs of 10+ miles. That is not a place where I’m at right now.

I signed up for this 5K and a race at the end of next month while drinking in an airport waiting for a delayed flight in January. (TBH, most of my race sign-ups are drinking related.)

French 75s almost always lead to questionable decision-making.

I have been running off and on ever since. There was so much snow and moving in January, and then I got really, really sick. And finally I was better! So I started running again. And then I rolled my ankle and then it was 5K time!

I knew that I had to go and I had to finish. I’ve signed up for a lot of races I haven’t done, but I can’t do that anymore. Not only is it fiscally irresponsible, it’s not good for my brains. Every race I don’t do makes it easier to skip the next one.

I know that exercise will lower my stress levels, increase my healthy eating/drinking habits, and help me sleep better. It’s just that the lack of sleep, high stress levels, and poor eating/drinking habits make me not want to run!

But I fucking did it.

Chilly pre-race selfie. I was so pissed at myself for forgetting to leave my prescription sunglasses in the car. They are not comfy running glasses.

I got an early morning pep talk phone call from my friend and erstwhile coach, CC and then I was off.

Waiting at the start line

There were plenty of people in costumes (and there were a lot of kids’ activities – a bounce house, egg decorating, sidewalk chalking) and I felt happy that I wasn’t.

The race ended up starting about 15 minutes later than scheduled because they were waiting for the half marathoners to clear the 5K course before they let us start.

Scary rabbit leading us in warm-up exercises that we couldn’t really do because we were too packed in.

The course itself was fine. It was a flat out and back on asphalt. There was water, jelly beans, and peeps (wtf? no!) at the turn around. I had a plan of 1:1 walk/run intervals and I stuck to my plan pretty closely. I missed one walk interval at the beginning because my sound was wonky and one run interval towards the end because I wanted to, dammit.

It took a good 1.5 miles for my body to say, “hey! this isn’t so bad!” Before that, the connective tissue in the ankles/Achilles/shins hated me. This has been common while running lately. Every time. I’ve taped, I’ve iced, I’ve stretched…nothing seems to be helping.

ANYWAY – I ran across the finish line, hopefully smiling, and got my medal. I saw the line into the food tent and balked, but decided to investigate further. It was only for food. The line for mimosas was super short. I grabbed my mimosa in the commemorative glass and took my post-race selfie.

The mimosa was terrible, so I dumped it out. Then some nice guy gave me his drink ticket, so I went back for the requisite morning beer.

I talked to a stranger while she waited for her sister (who was doing the half marathon and was going to be doing her 100th half-mary the following day!) and a friend.

Then I packed it in and headed home. I’m not sure what distance I’ll do at the race in May, but at least now I know that I can do the 5K!

I was overly sore and extraordinarily exhausted Saturday night. I was weepy and cranky and had zero chill. I slept poorly that night and spent yesterday doing almost nothing. (Although I did go out for a 30 minute walk to keep things limber.)

Tomorrow morning, I’ll hit the trails post preschool drop off. (I tried to run today, but my ankles are still so sore that I was afraid I’d injure myself further by over-correcting my stance.)

I used to run regularly on Tuesdays/Thursdays/Saturdays. I’m planning on getting back to that schedule with a minor tweak: Monday (mornings)/Wednesday (evenings)/Saturdays (early on Alvie weekends/later on kidless weekends). Because of today’s no-go, I’ll do Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday this week and then get on schedule next week.

I will do this, because I am a

(Best .gif ever, courtesy my PSM.)

Three Things Thursday

  1. I am heading into the writing cave momentarily and do not intend to emerge again until some time this evening. Send snacks.
  2. I have some of the best beta readers in the land. Related: so  much work today and tomorrow morning. Send coffee.
  3. My schedule is going to be changing again soonish. I may have to rediscover things like “going to bed at a decent hour” and “getting up wicked early in the morning” and “not wearing pajamas until noon”* and “regularly speaking to humans who aren’t the beer guy.” Send champagne. (hashtag vagueblogging)

This is me for the next 30 hours. Gonna be hard to type in the straitjacket, but I’ll make it work.

 

*I almost never wear pajamas until noon. I’m usually dressed by 8 am because I am not a slacker. (And because 3 days/week I take Alvie to preschool and I never wear pajamas to do that.)

Writerly Wednesday: Inappropriate Meme PSA

Due to (a) an exorbitant amount of anticipatory stress and (b) a deadline, I have nothing much of value to say this week.

I wrote a book review yesterday, and didn’t post it. I’m still deciding if I want to. I was angry at the book for many reasons and am not sure I want to always post reviews of books that piss me off.

I wrote a ranty post for today, too, and decided that I didn’t want to rant at you, either.

Instead, I’ll leave you with where my brain’s at now…

I’m almost done with edits on The Waning Moon (pre-editor edits, that is). I should finish tomorrow or early Friday. I will have it to my editor by 3 pm Friday (Pacific Time) or you may all show up and spank me.

I’m looking at the third book in the Eleanor series. It’s sitting at 111K words – i.e. just a bit too long. BUT–and hear me out–I’m thinking of rewriting it into two complete books, which would necessitate adding several thousands of words.

In addition to finishing up The Waning Moon, and rewriting book 3 so it’s books 3 & 4 (which would make the already completed 4th book #5, and either extend my arc to 8 books or render the planned 6th book irrelevant), I have a rewrite of the first book of a different series to do and the outline for the 2nd book of that series, which is going to be hella complex, because history. Why did I decide I wanted to write historically accurate fantasy? WHY‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽

Fun fact: When I was in college, I was a DJ for our university radio station. The name of our weekly show was the S&M show. It was so named because the show’s creators were Sophia* & Madeleine*. Sophia had the poor taste to graduate, leaving Madeleine behind. Senior year, Madeleine lived with Sage* & me. When Sage DJ’d, it was still the S&M show, but with me? The AM show. For obvious reasons, we just kept the name. Every show started with Lords of Acid’s “Spank my Booty,” and Madeleine & I were in our university newspaper with a whip and handcuffs. I’m not sure where she got the handcuffs, but I definitely still have my whip.)

*all names changed to protect the innocent from google-fu.

So – that’s what I’m up to when I’m not spending my time being angry at books and writing long, ranty posts about them.


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