December 14, 2012

Deja Vu Blogfest: Words, Otherwise Beautiful, Can Be So Harmful

Today I'm participating in the Deja Vu Blogfest (thanks DL Hammons!).
 
The object is to re-post my favorite blog offering from 2012. Words, Otherwise Beautiful, Can Be So Harmful was a very personal piece that seemed to resonate with people, so I wanted to take this opportunity to re-post it (from 6/28/12).
 
 
“Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.”
Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls

Words have power. They can inspire and destroy.

Last week, the lovely Callie Leuck wrote an amazing post, Some People Can't Mind Their Ps and Qs. She shares customers' comments while she performed in a living history museum, and also discusses how hateful people can be with negative book reviews.

It struck a chord with me.

Be Mindful of What You Say
My oldest daughter was given several gifts from her paternal Mexican great-grandfather. Like him, she has beautiful olive skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes. So many times as a teen I prayed for a tan. My skin knows two colors: red or white. I am quite fair with blue eyes and dark red/brown hair. My husband has the black hair and dark eyes, but fair skin (although he tans when he has time to soak up sun).

Twenty months after our first daughter, we welcomed another. She takes after me with insanely fair skin, green eyes, and golden brown hair (okay that's after my mother).

The comments have never stopped.

When I was obviously pregnant with baby #2, I can't tell you how many times women came up to me and said:

"Congratulations, you can get pregnant!"

I looked at the beautiful little girl in my arms and didn't try to mask my confusion. They would continue:

"You hear it all the time. You adopt a baby and then immediately get pregnant. So glad it worked for you."

Or, you don't want to know how often I've heard this question:

"Where did you get her?"

At first I didn't know how to respond. Now I say, "The doctor handed her to me after I pushed her out."

Now that my oldest is twelve, she fields a lot of these "what are you" questions. People have asked her if she's my foster child, people pull her sister aside and ask if she's adopted or from a different father. People assume she isn't mine. I'm astounded in this day and age that people are so perplexed by the color of her skin and details of her features.

Curiosity is Not an Excuse for Insensitivity
I understand curiosity. I do. But I don't understand how a moment of curiosity in the brain travels out from the mouth without any consideration. My daughter has cried about not fitting in. I tell her everyday how beautiful she is.

We cannot control our thoughts or even judgmental moments of weakness. But we can, and should, control the things that come out of our mouths. Or worse yet, get written in emails, texts, Facebook posts, Tweets, etc. I tell my preteen daughter... what you write in a moment of anger, hurt, sadness, meanness can and will live on in perpetuity.

Just last night at a swim meet, a woman said to me (quite loudly with my daughter standing right next to me), "Man she has dark skin." I could see the pain on my daughter's face. Kids her age were standing around. She doesn't want to feel different right now, but I hope she grows to love her beauty and individuality.

Beyond My Experience
I calm myself by blaming people's insensitivity on curiosity and poor manners. What I cannot understand is why some people get so heated when they review places and items online.

Specifically for book reviews, not everyone likes the same thing. There's a huge difference between pointing out what you didn't like about a book or offering constructive criticism and attacking an author personally. Maybe it's because I understand the blood, sweat, and tears most authors put into their books. Regardless, there's a person behind every book, restaurant, product, retail shop, and service reviewed online. The words left behind can be damaging to people's careers, livelihoods, and self-worth.

Remember that what you say or write travels quickly past a person's mind to their heart. Before you commit your thoughts to words and actions, take a few seconds to consider how you would feel if someone said that about you or someone you loved.

Last November, I wrote a post about bullying and the power of words: The Power of Words: Adult Bullying. A man my sister worked with was chastised for his weight all his life. He considered, on several occasions, committing suicide. It's a powerful reminder of the weight of our words.

Do you think "attacking" reviews should be removed from online sites?

December 12, 2012

A Release Day & Progress: ROW80 Update

First, I'd like to mention my fellow ROW80 writer, Juliana Haygert... today is the Release Day Blitz for her new NA Contemporary Romance, Her Heart's Secret Wish. For more information, please visit my book review blog here (there's also a giveaway).

But I at least wanted to share the cover and summary here...


Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: 12/12/12
Genre: NA contemporary romance
Length: 13,000 words

Her Heart's Secret Wish Summary

With a renowned reputation as a player, she had everything figured out...

Twenty-year-old college student, Natasha is the life of every party and the reason behind many celebrations. The easiest girl on campus has all guys at her feet and more than a few in her bed.

... until he came into the game...

Having entered the academic world by chance, Professor Jason Stone is surprised to find one of his young students a huge temptation. The infamous Natasha has caught his attention. But is there more to her than meets the eye?

…and changed the rules.

As their unexpected friendship grows, so does their attraction to each other. When Jason’s Christmas plans are canceled and he ends up at the same party as Natasha, sparks flare, destroying the safe zone around them. Will they figure out how to break through their self-imposed barriers to be together, or lose one another forever?

Congratulations, Juliana! **throws confetti**

As for my A Round of Words in 80 Days update...

---> Depression Cookies follow up chapter
Made progress. I had a sick daughter home yesterday, and I found out my uncle had a heart attack (he's okay after a couple of stints). My brain was occupied, especially since my uncle was my first crush and he holds a very special place in my heart.

---> Editing
Progress. Still behind where I'd like to be, so my goal is to be back on schedule by Sunday.

---> Blogging
I posted here on Monday, To That or Not to That, and on Mom in Love with Fiction each day this week so far. I'm getting back in the groove.

I'm looking forward to the start of 2013 and reevaluating my goals and priorities, especially since I hope to publish TWO books in 2013.

Please stop by my post about Juliana's big release and leave her some comment love (or in the comments here). Happy 12/12/12!

December 10, 2012

To That or Not to That

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No, wait, that is the problem.

When we had Depression Cookies professionally edited, our editor hated that and told us to get rid of it as much as possible (he felt the same way about just). So, I started noticing thats everywhere. They started annoying me.

Then, I had a lovely lady write a guest post for me last year who loved that. She asked me to please edit her piece. Her post was that-heavy, so I got rid of most of them. When I sent the piece back to her for review, she requested I put all the thats back in. She said her English Professor in her Masters program reprimanded her for taking out all the thats.

So, which is it?!

Example A: She is glad she kept her distance.
Example B: She is glad that she kept her distance.

I prefer A. Without the that, it seems stronger to me. But am I missing something?

Please share your that theories.

Recovering from NaNo Nausea: ROW80 Update

Funny, the theme of my last blog post continues to block my muse. On Wednesday, I wrote a post for ROW80 and the Insecure Writer's Support Group (IWSG) about my lackluster blogging lately. Check out Enough to Say? for details.

Long story short, I'm really struggling to find my blogging groove. The last few days have been no exception. But, to be fair, I was very sick for several days and then family came in to celebrate an early Christmas with our family.

Source
When I was in college, I would put myself through the ringer for finals. A steady diet of Snickers, Nodoz (do they even make that stuff anymore?), and Mello Yello kept me jazzed. But, inevitably, I would go home after and be sick for several days. Mom told me it as the Finals Flu.

This time it was the NaNo Nausea. The pace I put myself through in November was not one that my body appreciated. It rebelled. I guess it's only fair, so I shall not overly complain. And, no, I didn't resort to the diet described above.

I'm hoping that I can refocus now!

Please tell me I'm not alone in the Finals Flu scenario.

My A Round of Words in 80 Days Update

Reflecting on Wednesday's new goals...

--> Write a chapter by Sunday on my Depression Cookies follow up. Mom, if you are reading this, it's coming. It's coming. - Sorry, Mom. Monday's the day, though. No excuses.

--> Catch up on blog reading and commenting. -- Some progress, but I'm hoping to make a bigger dent in it this week. My head hurt too much of last week to read on the computer for long.

--> Apologize to my editing clients again for disappearing in November, and spend at least two hours a day catching up on editing projects. -- Done. This week I hope to finish up one of three projects.

--> Catch up on my reading TBR pile. -- This feels like an impossible task. I think I'm destined to always have books stacked up in the corner of my bedroom, watiting for me to read them. There are just too many!

December 5, 2012

Enough to Say?: IWSG & ROW80 Updates

It's the first Wednesday of the month and time for my Insecure Writer's Support Group post. A huge thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh for putting together this group. I appreciate the opportunity to share my insecurities on the #IWSG therapy couch.

First, a confession. I have been quite absent on social media... both as a blogger and a commenter. November kicked my ass, I won't lie. I started to say it kicked my butt, but quite frankly butt didn't do the sentence justice.

During November, I participated in my first NaNoWriMo, a wonderful yet exhausting experience, and helped my daughter through some medical issues (which resulted in severe diet and medical changes). I did win NaNo, *throws confetti*, and my family is adjusting to my middle daughter's new needs. But my blog suffered, getting very little of my time and attention.

Maybe it's because I haven't blogged consistently for a couple of months, but now I'm left wondering... do I have enough interesting or pertinent things to say to keep these pages going?

I love the writing community and connecting with readers, but I don't want to get repetitive or share too much. My writing methods don't seem all that original or awe inspiring, so I often hesitate to share them. I have plenty of kid stories, but this isn't a parenting blog. And, I'm a grammar nerd, but I don't want people running away because I remind them of their picky seventh grade English teacher.

What to do?

I'm a little stuck right now, I must admit.

My gut tells me to have a mixture of all the things I like here, even some of the random things that come into my head. I always do better with focused blog challenges like the Blogging from A to Z challenge (coming in April, YEAH!). I find staring at a blank blog post page quite frustrating.

But, if I make this page a mixture of my interests, will readers come and go instead of sticking with me? Should a blog have a singular focus?

I set up this blog to build an author platform, so I went to the Internet to define author platform. I found a great blog post by Jane Friedman: A Definition of Author Platform. She shares the definition according to most editors and agents, "They’re looking for someone with visibility and authority who has proven reach to a target audience."

Visibility --- Check
Or at least normally. I need to get back to a more frequent blogging schedule and stick to it, so that people know I'll be around.

Authority --- Insecurity Issues (see above)
Yes, I'm published, but I made a ton of mistakes in the process and managed somehow to succeed anyway. I'm always happy to share, but an authority... not feeling it. Then again, I have three kids ages 12, 10, and 7 and I'm convinced I'll never feel like an authority on parenting, either. So admittedly, my expectations may be way too high on defining authority.

Proven Reach to Target Audience --- Complete Confusion 
I reach out to readers by building my writing community. However, I'm not sure womens fiction readers (and soon I'll need to also reach out to Young Adult readers) would follow my blog. I'm so confused!

If any of you have figured out the magic key to an effective author platform, one that attracts both writers and readers, please share.

And now it's ROW80 update time.

Like I mentioned before, NaNo really threw me off, but it's time to get back to goals. I'm a bit at a loss, because I've been so focused on word counts with total disregard to most other things.

New goals for the remainder of Round 4:
(When does it end, anyway?)

--> Write a chapter by Sunday on my Depression Cookies follow up. Mom, if you are reading this, it's coming. It's coming.
--> Catch up on blog reading and commenting.
--> Apologize to my editing clients again for disappearing in November, and spend at least two hours a day catching up on editing projects.
--> Catch up on my reading TBR pile.

I am taking at least a two-week break from Chasing Memories (NaNo piece). I love the story, but I need to let it soak, so to speak.

I look forward to catching up with all my ROW80 and IWSG friends. I hope the muse grants each of you a lot of quality time throughout the remainder of 2012.

November 30, 2012

I'm a Winner!

I'm a NaNo winner. Validating at 50024 words on Thursday, I officially crossed the NaNo finish line with one day to spare.

But, more importantly, I actually like Chasing Memories (my working title).

Of course there's a lot of work to be done. But the skeleton is there.

I've missed blogging and connecting, and I apologize for being MIA this month. This blog will start seeing the love again.

But, for now, I just wanted to share one of the prettiest pictures I've seen in a long time...

November 26, 2012

Fleeing the Scene: ROW80 & NaNo Updates

A day late with my A Round of Words in 80 Days and NaNoWriMo updates.

But for good reason. I managed to write just under 10,000 words this past weekend. I still can't believe it.

My current NaNo word total, including what I've done so far today . . . 41,596! And I'm nowhere near stopping for the day. I hope to hit 44,000 today and finish by Thursday.

Can you hear me squealing?!

It was a crazy weekend. Characters renamed themselves, plot developments appeared out of nowhere, and I wrote scenes out of order. My muse took me on an amazing ride. I'm still processing some of it, but I look forward to blogging about it in December.

Until then, I wanted to share a funny story . . .

Mom and I went to Miami ten days ago to accept our Reader's Favorite Silver Medal. Depression Cookies was displayed in a booth at the Miami International Book Fair, so we took a cab down to walk around the fair and see our book.

We met some wonderful authors, bought several books, and talked to all kinds of professionals within the publishing industry. Before we knew it, the sun was going down and the fair was closing. Mom and I decided to walk into downtown Miami and find a place to eat. Something off the beaten path.

I guess I should mention that Mom and I are not from big cities, and neither one of us had ever been in downtown Miami before.

Are you sensing where this is going?

As we walked away from the fair, we saw a middle-aged woman walking toward us. She looked trustworthy, so we asked her where we might eat.

The lady frantically looked at her watch and never stopped walking. "You don't want to be here past six," she said, as she scurried past us. Then, she threw us one last piece of advice, pointing us toward the beach (and tourists) and telling us to hurry. I looked at my watch. 5:55pm.

All of the sudden, store owners in the area started pulling down huge metal gates and several people sitting alongside the sidewalk asked us for money. Mom and I exchanged one look and took off. You've never seen two women cover five blocks so quickly.

In my mind, every paranormal book started coming to life. I saw glowing eyes and dark figures. I even imagined men in long coats pulling us into a dark alley. Let's just say that being an avid reader with a great imagination did nothing to help me. My heart was pounding when we finally found a cab.

Just don't be surprised to read something from me that has two women frantically running through the streets of Miami being chased by . . . well, I don't want to give it all away now. Stay tuned . . .