Despite an absolutely miserable year health wise, which
included trying to recover from a debilitating case of tendonitis in my right
arm (made worse by writing and "mousing"), topped off by yet another
knee injury (on the left this time), and a host of other troubles, none of
which turned out to be serious but nevertheless created great anxiety, I was
able to finish, proofread, format and submit two novels. The Widow's Walk,
second in the Cape Cod Paranormal Romance Series and Boulevard of Bad Spell and
Broken Dreams: Void of Course, the first in The Bronx Urban Fantasy Series.
Always being the type to try and make lemons out of
lemonade, like a true midwife, my belief in complementary and alternative
medicine and spiritual healing enabled me to experience the power of yoga and
meditation, acupuncture and energy healing, as well as Santeria in a way that
has both enhanced my life and my writing. Special thanks go out to Deborah
Blake, Aida, and Nan who infuse everything they do with deep, abiding belief in
the metaphysical and who have allowed me into their world and practice.
I was able to attract the interest of several agents, and
the jury is still out as to whether any of the two who have full manuscripts in
hand aren't responding because they're busy, the attachments are trapped in
spam, aren't interested, or a combination of all the above.
I've semi plotted (I am a panster) the third and second
books in each respective series.
In the last year, three short stories based on characters
and situations in the novels have been published in the Ten Tales Series
(Breakwater Beach in Haunted, The Dhampir's Kiss in Bites, and
Mishmash Magick in Beltane). One additional is on submission for Seer: Ten
Tales of Clairvoyance and another serial anthology.
I've taken the time to solicit additional crits for two
shorts languishing in oblivion "Fairyflies" and "The Ultimate
Test," both of which are making the rounds of suitable venues.
I've appeared in the Voices of Fiction series, thanks to Cher Green and in The Next Big Thing thanks to Rayne Hall. A very busy spring and
summer of submissions paid off big time with several nonfiction excerpts
published or re-released this fall, including "Artichokes" in A Quilt of
Holidays, "The Dance Class" and "Endless Possibilities" in This Path, and "A Catholic Schoolgirl's Primer" in Not Your Mother's Book: On Being a Woman.
Several excerpts of my memoirs Someday I'm Going to Write a Book and Karma,
Kickbacks, and Kids are still out on submission and I eagerly await word on
their fate.
All my publications are now in one place: my very own Amazon Author's Page.
Since September, I've been deeply immersed in doctoral
studies--something I've needed and wanted to do for a long time. It's as awful
and wonderful as I expected--mind numbing and opening at the same time-as is
any scholarly pursuit.
Flickers of bad memories of the mental and physical
exhaustion from the intensity of graduate study while going through a divorce
from my first husband and working full time have come back, even though my
social situation is much different. Being a mother of three (and the teenagers/young
adults are worse than the school agers) and working full time (in two separate
positions) in an electronic medical record implementation induced pressure
cooker has done nothing to calm my nerves.
Suffice it to say my average bedtime has gone from 10 pm to
1 am, while my average awakening remains at 5:30 am, leaving me in a sleep
deprived, perpetually heart racing, how many balls can I keep in the air at the
same time before I reach the marathon finish line--or drop everything.
he last repairs were made to our phone, Internet and cable
system on January 4! Kudos to Con Ed and Verizon for superior customer service.
Three thumbs down to Time Warner Cable for abysmal service. Shame on Slomins, a
Long Island based alarm and heating oil company. My alarm system just came back
online last week due to cable and other programming outages, they weren't even
answering the phone for two weeks, couldn't get a techncian out to my house
until after the holidays, and still have the cohones to refuse to
grant any service credit. Will be looking for a new provider this year.
Goals for 2013 include completing this semester--the
heaviest in terms of didactic studies both credit wise and content wise--with a
statistical methods course and health informatics program. Five major
assignments and counting for one, three for the other, not including the weekly
statistical analysis exercise, work on my project proposal and IRB
applications--ah yes, I have outdone myself this time.
It will all be a bad memory by the end of February, when the
credit load drops by half and the preparation for the clinical research (I love
being with patients) begins. I look forward to a glorious summer off to write
fiction--always my first love--while I continue to market my novels.
There are points of light--LunaCon in March, CTRWA events,
the monthly meeting on Saturday and FictionFest shining through the darkness
like beacons of hope (purple prose notwithstanding).
As always, thanks to fellow members of the Professional
Author's Group, the Anticipation Workshops and my fellow my Taos Toolbox
alumni, many of whom I got to read, write, drink and otherwise hang with at
Worldcon 2012.
And to Andrew Richardson, fellow member of critters.org who
waits every so patiently for the manuscript swaps and is always there to lend a
hand when I need it, as well as a broad virtual shoulder when the writing tasks
collide with reality. I hope to finally get to meet him--and Rayne Hall, editor
extraordinare, when I attend Worldon 2014 in London.
Speaking of Rayne, she nominated me and Tracie McBride for
The Next Big Thing, and I've nominated Andrew. His post, and his big news about
another sale, will be up on right here this Saturday.
Update. Slomin's gave me a one month credit on my bill. Fair enough. Poor service rep lost his house in the storm. I hope all his utility companies did the right thing. Rant over.
ReplyDeleteUpdate number two. A day off yesterday, literally since I stayed up all night to catch up on homework, to attend CTRWA meeting was a much needed break. Karmically, psychic fair in the same locale drew me to quart and rose crystal pieces and a lovely necklace I had to have. Enjoyed the camraderie and workshop on "hips don't lie." Got me me thinking about romance--the characters, not mine. I don't go to bed anymore, since I keep falling asleep over the keyboard or textbooks on the couch.
ReplyDeleteCan't ask for too much. Tomorrow begins week 7 of my 12 week killer winter term and I'm running out of steam in more ways than one. Once again just squeaked by and finally understand correlation and HIT systems modeling. I think.
I did manage to clean the bathroom today (2 guy emergency situation) and my closet, since the doors wouldn't close anymore.
I also needed to find an old article for my thesis so finally unpacked the last three boxes from my former office--that I vacated in 2008. No use rushing. Now I just have to sort through and get them into the little fabric cubbies to conceal them on the shelves. Tomorrow is another day.