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I Want

Yesterday was the sort of day that didn’t give a damn.

A thick layer of clouds sat on us, the sky just above the treetops. Leaves fluttered carelessly, temperatures kept dropping, while we moaned about the chill in the air. The chill seeping through any wall cracks.

No sun to speak of above the layer of mist, a ray breaking through just to immediately hide from us.

Watching it all, I pulled my sweatshirt tighter and grumbled. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee pacified me with its warmth – just barely – a poor substitute for the sun. Another cup, another rant.

I want…

The sun, but not exhausting heat. I want the bright energy without the overwhelming hundred-degree pain.

I want...

The positive force of light and energy, while having had enough of punishing temperatures.

There is no substitute for the sun, its warmth, radiant glow at once inviting and diminishing us with its power.

I want...

The vibrant sun that brings me unqualified joy.

But yesterday, the outside did not care about what I wanted. Every time I glanced out the window, the day stared back indifferent to my misery.

All I had to do was wait. Give patience a fighting chance.

Slowly, somewhat mockingly, the clouds began to break. Today, the clouds are gone, cool temperatures forgotten. Today, I want less wind, less warmth.  Less smoke in the air from yet another wind-and-heat-induced fire.

Today, I want...

A little shade, and clouds, and rain. And cooler temperatures. And no more smoke in the air.

There is no alleviating want, is there?

Photo: scvgov.

The Vortex Where Time Slips Away

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I haven’t blogged in ages, because … well, I’ve been sucked into the vortex above, where time begins to slip away then disappear.

Also known as life.

What else is new, right? 

It’s not like I’m working on some great, big project. It’s getting caught up in daily life, such as work — we just moved offices. Then there is the home routine, which though described by a dull definition (routine), refers to no such thing.

Here I was thinking that as kids grow into teens, parents have more time to themselves. Not in my house. Between activities, school, parental involvement in all sorts of things, orthodontist visits, chauffeuring, discussing the meaning of life (not really, but teens go from extra quiet to very curious), I find there is no period separating mornings from nights.

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Is there?

Considering little renovation projects around the house — another time suck — maybe planning a vacation later this year. Oh, enough already.

How are you, dear friends?

Are you better at finding time?

Oh, wait, one thing I’ve been good at doing is reading. Sure, it helps that reading is a before-bed routine, but I’m hanging on to it like for dear life. Some would argue, reading is life.

I just finished a lovely literary mystery set in the hills of Tuscany, Italy.

I haven’t touched my WIP in a couple of weeks, though. Bad, bad, bad.

The main issue is, I can’t decide if I need a Prologue. Certain things develop later in the story that would benefit from a preamble of sorts. There was a time I thought prologues useless. What can be said in a prologue, after all, that can’t be incorporated in regular chapters?

So, how do you all feel about prologues?

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Keep Clear of The Noise and Things May Just Happen

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There is a lot of noise we have to cut through in life.  I’ve learned that the hard way as a writer who spends hours questioning the way, doubting the self. Reading into the noise, the silence, the everything.

Yet, there’s little more fulfilling than seeing one’s creation — be it a song, a painting, a book — completed and out in the world. Still, remember the noise? It makes going back to a life we know much safer. But is it safer?

I’ve been submitting to publishing houses for over a year, with some breaks in between, and have gotten enough rejections to frame and decorate my house and the houses of a few family members. I’ve gotten some interest along the way, but nothing came to fruition.

Until last month, when the editor at Solstice Publishing said she found my mystery novel compelling and would be interested in discussing a contract.

I read said email twice, asked my husband to read it. Did it really say what I thought it said? Yes, the final consensus was, it did.

The contract arrived a few days later. And so the process began — reading the contract, researching the publisher a little more (as if the previous ten hours put into research weren’t enough), running said contract by a friend of a friend of a friend (working in a law office comes with certain perks — one knows enough lawyers), and finally signing the contract.

Now, I’ve been assigned a copy editor, while the editor-in-chief and I are discussing cover art, website, and all that comes with publication. And my head is still spinning.

This is a very first and shaky step. Sure, a step in the right direction, but still a very, very first step.

As you probably know, the publishing industry has changed a lot over the years, and making it out there, having your book read, is extremely hard. One has to cut through the noise I’ve mentioned earlier, multiplied by one million. But I’ll worry about that a tad later.  Have to see about copy-edits now.

On a different note, sorry I’ve been absent from blogging. Can’t wait to make my way to your blogs, and read, hopefully, that 2015 is treating you well thus far.

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Photo courtesy: mommasunshine.wordpress.com

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Book Trailer — Yakimali’s Gift by Linda Covella

A good movie trailer makes us want to see the movie. The same is true for a good book trailer — somewhat of a new medium for me, but certainly not a new publishing tool.

For that reason, I was excited to see the trailer for Yakimali’s Gift, a YA novel written by my friend Linda Covella.  (In 1775 Mexico, New Spain, Fernanda can’t seem to live up to her mother’s expectations. Half Spanish and half Pima Indian, she feels confined by the limited female roles of her culture…)

I came to know how talented a writer Linda is years ago, when we took a writing workshop together. Here is a quick look at her book through the trailer created by Tanya Watt.

For more, visit lindacovella.com