Today and yesterday

Last year, around this time,  I was going through hell. One of the off shoots of that is that a dream of mine got shelved. It was a competition, and will probably never come around again, but oh well.

Life goes on.

The main thing about that competition was that it married two of my absolute favorite things, travel and writing. I won’t ger mentored, or helped, but…

Today, I am not at home behind the keyboard.

Today, I am wondering the coastline of  a new place.

Tonight, I will be camping on the beach.

Hopefully, tonight will also include roasted marshmellows:)

Because really, what would camping on the beach be without roasted marshmellows?

And yes, I like them BURNT.

 

Ta, my lovelies, I hope you are having a wonderful weekend. I will catch up with you all soon!

 

Authorial Intent & Readers

First, when speaking of authorial intent, I’m not talking about when you write a tragic love scene but somehow everyone who reads it is laughing hysterically when they should be crying.That is craft and beyond the scope of this:)

No, for today, we’re talking about the task of trying to figure out what a passage means (as dictated by the author), or who a poet is writing to. You know, fun stuff.

But is it? I know in college we had to play these games, and back it up with “proof” from the manuscript, but the truth of the matter is… None of it mattered. Not one whit, to my reader self.

My reader self saw a line from one of the cannon and went “oh”, quiet and small in the beauty of the phrase. I wasn’t concerned about the implications of the phrase, about who the narrator was speaking to, or any of that.

I was wrapped in the beauty of the words.

And that is what, ultimately, we writers want. We want readers to become wrapped up in our worlds, our words.

Does it matter to you who I wrote the following to:

 

We danced in
the kitchen,
sunshine just
kissing the sky.
The whole world
wrapped in my arms.
We sang your
favorite lullabye
before the day came
to take us our
separate
ways.

 

Does it matter who I wrote it to? What I wrote it about? Or does it ultimately matter more what you get from reading it? As writers, we map a journey. We do it artfully, with any luck, but we map it out. The reader must take the journey.

So.

Authorial intent.

I never really cared who Shakespeare wrote his sonnets to. I only wished someone loved me enough to try and pretend they had written one for me LOL

 

Have a wonderful weekend, my lovelies, filled with writing or reading. Or both.

 

 

Do you know…

When you pick up pen and put it to paper, do you know who your audience is? Does it make a difference to you, whether you’re writing for an audience or for yourself?

Do you know who you write for?

Does it matter?

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Cover Art for Dragon’s Champion

I wrote this completely for myself (Dragon’s Champion). I started with a situation, one that normally might give a girl a fainting fit. Instead, my heroine, Constance, found it to be better than what she left. I wrote the story simply because I had to know what happened next. I met a vivacious, funny heroine who saved herself along the way.

I’ve written some stories for specific publications. With fiction, it sometimes works. I have a little story in

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My story is a homage to one of my favorite stories of all times, The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I have another steam punk story coming out in an anthology as well. I’ll have more on that soon:)

And then there’s The Golden Apple and Other Stories. This one is personal. It’s a retelling of a few different fairy tales, as well as a couple of personal fairy tales. Again, I wrote most of these stories for myself. Not an editor, or a specific reader other than me.

And then there’s my nonfiction. I tried writing what I thought the editor wanted. It wasn’t, and to boot I didn’t enjoy the writing. If I’m not going to get published anyways, then I am just about on the point of saying if it isn’t fulfilling me in some way, I’m not going to write it.

I used to write for work. That was part of the job. I write my letters, some short fiction, poems and non fiction. I’m longing to find my peg-hole, because I’m tired of being shoved into the wrong one. For what I want to do to work, it’s going to take a whole bunch of creativity, all the writing that I love and a wee bit of formatting skills.

Even if my only audience is myself, I think it will be worth it. I’m going to try and bring Wynwords to life.

 

Be well, my lovelies. We’ll talk again soon!

 

Two Queries

So I queried 2 local papers regarding a travel article. I heard back from one. The article is already off to the editor, now it’s time to obsessively check my email until I hear yay or nay.

The travel article was on the Willy Wonka Sing A Long. While this event is over, they have more coming up. Nice little day trip for a family.

Even Better: I actually did it, queried it, and wrote it & sent off. There are no guarantees but I have begun to be who I want to be. Both as a person and a writer.We all know what was going on with me as a person… no need to rehash here.

But I wrote the bare bones of the event down in article format on Sunday (day after the event) so I wouldn’t forget them. Then I went back and added personality and flavor:) At the same time, I queried. I figured even if I didn’t hear back it would be good practice. I can always publish it here, with you.

Except. I heard back from one. It is in the hands of the correct editor at the moment. And like every writer who doesn’t submit enough, I’m obsessively checking my inbox.

Well.

Onwards and upwards. I have another trip this weekend, this time a solo trip to go see a friend. In May, 2 trips. I might just make myself into a travel writer yet!

 

Gearing Up

Tomorrow, the dyspraxic, the agraphobic, and the single mom going through ish are going on an adventure.

For the dyspraxic, I need to remember to reign in my spinning annoyances. Deep breaths, because he’ll pick up on it. I’m also praying that it will not be sensory overload– he ended up in the ER after trying to see Jurassic World, 3D with the great sound system. So… also need to make sure we plan a place to meet just in case. Then there’s the motor skills portion– hopefully he won’t have any major falls or spill but if he does it’s just like at home: Shake it off if you can, don’t let it ruin your day.

I made certain sure my son knows how to pick himself up and dust himself off:)

The agraphobic… well, that part’s harder. Because I don’t know what to do for her. I am straight up kidnapping her tomorrow. She said she was up for it. I bought the tickets. It’s our adventure, darnit! But I think she’ll be fine.

I think sometimes that she doesn’t know when I’m falling apart. That I’m full of fear but I’ve gotten really good at hiding it. Well. It’s what mom’s do, right? We carry on, make sure the show doesn’t get cancelled. Clean up the messes, sooth the savages… er… children LOL. But she knows now. Because I told her.

So that leaves me. The midlife crisis person going flipping crazy with what I want to do and what I know I can do and what will test me beyond my limits. But I’m gonna do it anyways. My hair is in the process of being dyed PINK as I type this. PINK! HA!

For me, I’ve already started running what I need to do for tomorrow. I wanted my hair done for the Willie Wonka Sing Along because really? If you’re going to do it, you need it for that! Clothes are in the dryer.I know where the tickets are, I emailed the box office and they were kind enough to send me lots of information and really great directions.

I’ll pop a note book in my bag. Because the people I’m travelling with know, without a doubt: Wynwords will Write about it.

Ta, my lovelies! I’ll speak  with you soon!

Year of living dangerous/ Year of stupidity

So many things happened this week. One of which was I watched part of Shonda Rhime’s Ted talk about her year of saying yes. And I thought about that a lot. About saying yes to things, conquering my fear and doing things anyways.

My sister, niece & her family were here for a week. They went to Santa Cruz (my happy place!), San Francisco (I haven’t been in sooo long!). And I worked. The green eyed monster reared its ugly head. Which led me to some ugly truths.

I don’t do what I want to because at some point my fear outweighed my desire. I became paralyzed by it. I didn’t work on Thursday, and I did mostly the things I wanted to do as it was my birthday. I turned 48.

Friday, I went to pick up Ray from my brother’s house. My sister and her family were over there and she had shaved the back of her head and done a few blue streaks. My sister, who is a SENIOR CITIZEN, has been having courage all over the place. She just decided to go back to college. She shaved the back of her head and got blue streaks. She’s AMAZING.

I long for my amaze-ball self to come shining through again, too.

I don’t know if it was all things leading up to the moment, or if I was just so sleep deprived from trying to stay up and visit and still being on my regular schedule. But I had my niece L (my brother’’s daughter) shave the back of my head and give me a reverse bob. She keeps calling it some anime cut, but I just call it hot flash heaven! I was going to finish getting the tips pink, but it hasn’t happened yet because Easter.

Then yesterday, Saturday, I did a few things. Scheduled a trip to Stanford’s Pow Wow in May. Because its something I want to do and it is doable.     Came home, took a nap. Napped some more. Went to go pick up a few things and get gas.

Drove away from the pump with the nozzle still in the car.

Just so you know, apparently it happens more than you might think. They had a little form to fill out, along with costs broken out. It can be anywhere from $13 plus tax to $400.

HOLY CRAPOLA

Suddenly, it no longer felt like being fearless, conquering my fear. Suddenly, it felt like I made one bad decision after another. Exhaustion? Perhaps. Mid Life crisis gone wrong? I felt horrible, humiliated. Too old for this crap.

So I did the only thing I could. I came home and called the friend who would make me laugh about it. I think she may have wet her pants she laughed so hard. But she got me to laugh too.

And suddenly it’s just a scene in the life of. Not the plot, not a plot twist. Just a scene. I can work around that. It doesn’t have to turn my year of living dangerously into the year of stupid mistakes.

I just got the first one out of the way really really quick.

Sides of the Story

The Princeling and I spent the week up in Sacramento~ he was out of school, and since I work up there it made for a much shorter commute. I also got to stay with one of my besties and visit:)

On Tuesday, we went to Chick-Fill-A, as I had never been to one before.

Towards the end of our dinner out, it became obvious that someone else really liked chicken sandwiches: Fox 40 News came in to do a story on Justin Bieber being in the restaurant earlier in the day. We didn’t go there beacause of that or get goofy and try to insert ourselves into the story (I hate that), but it was interesting to watch.

The Princeling watched carefully.  When the camera woman was taking other shots, and Dennis Shanahan, the reporter, obviously had some down time, my little Prince came up with “I wonder what it’s like to be a reporter?”

I looked over, and Mr. Shanahan was not interviewing people nor talking with the camera woman. “Go ask.”

I figured he would get the “It’s great” spiel and a pat on the head. What the Princeling received, however, was a conversation about what it’s really like to be a reporter.There’s down time, but you get to meet a lot of people. And yes, there are news vans, but… and on and on.

No, my Princeling does not want to be a reporter. But he was able to interact with a professional in a way that made me proud. He learned something new, and it gave him a deeper appreciation of the news shows. Mr. Shanahan’s taking the time to speak patiently with The Princeling for those few minutes was unexpected and greatly appreciated. I have officially switch news casts, as I want to hear from a team that cares about the people around them.

Mr. Shanahan’s report is here: http://fox40.com/2016/03/15/justin-bieber-spotted-around-sacramento-before-sold-out-concert/    or you click here

The family in Chick-Fill-A towards the 1 minute mark?

Hi!

 

We had lots more fun up in Sacramento, including a trip to the capitol which… well, that post will come later in the week. There’s lots to talk about my lovelies… Till then!