Saturday, I missed you

I had multiple dreams about work last night. I mean, it's super annoying because I have to spend so much time there as it is, I don't even want to think about it on MY time. It seems I just can't shut it off. To make things worse, around four AM, one of the cats decided to start knocking things off my bureau to get my attention. When I didn't respond, he started scratching the side of my bed. Then he jumped up on the bed and stuck his face in mine. Did I mention it was four AM? I mean, really? I would love to have just one uninterrupted night of sleep, but to be honest, I can't remember the last time I had one. Sigh.

Anyway, it's Saturday! Which means catching up on my housework, running errands and finally settling in to get some writing done. I think of that as my reward for getting something accomplished. Now, I just have to get off my butt and get to it...

Speaking of Panties...

I'm kidding. I'm not sure he's actually wearing any. ANYWAY, I bought the original Eurythmics song on MP3, because I was feeling nostalgic, and yes, as I child I owned the LP (!)  Shut up, I'm not old. As far as remakes go, however, I always liked this one, even if I'm not a huge Marilyn Manson fan.





And for good measure:




 

Sail

This one is still in the rotation

Songs that get stuck in my head part 2

The video is a tad suspect, but I likes the song. I'm not sure how I feel about the video still being all female-butt-crack-see-through-underpants, though, lol.

Purty Pictures

I've been fiddling around with Pinterest lately. Under the guise of 'story inspiration', I can now hoard hundreds and hundreds of pictures in my own neat little internet albums. I can borrow pictures from other people's albums and stick them into my own, and we can share and like the heck out of them. It's a great way to look up at your clock and realize that three hours have whisked by while you've done nothing but flip through pictures that may or may not be worthy of a pin, while simultaneously realizing that you've gotten nothing productive accomplished. Yet, strangely...I like it.

Navigating Uncertainty

There's so much talk these days about writers establishing a social media platform and putting yourself and work out there, even if you're not published yet. Obviously self promotion is essential. Finding a niche, standing out from the crowd, branding, creating a unique persona--these are all aspects of creating a successful platform. The idea is to draw people in and hopefully create interest in you and your work. Right?

So what do you do if your plan has no focus? No certainty? I've created this persona with an oddball stand out name, because in a way, it fits my vision of my writing self: that is, someone who does not fit in neatly to any category. I write love stories, but not romance. I can be dark and twisted at times and venture into lighthearted and silly at others. There's drama but it's portrayed with a a sense of humor. So what exactly is my platform?

I'm drawn to oddball things, whether it's art, or movies or books. I love horror movies. I love reading. Music is almost as essential as breathing. Does talking about these things constitute a  social media platform?Basically, I'm trying to find my place.

And what about that name? It started just as a screen name. It may end up being just a screen name, as I'm still not sure I'd want it on a book cover. That said, it stands out, doesn't it?

In conclusion, I'm still finding my way; I'm still unsure. They say write what you love, what you'd want to read, and I believe I'm doing that. The question is, does the same thing apply to social media?

Writing stuff

I told myself I wasn't going to write blog posts about writing, but heck, I'm going to break my own rules. From now on, my only rule is that I post about whatever's on my mind, writing included. There. Now that that's out of the way: Fellow writers, do you ever just feel bad about what you're doing to your characters? I'm currently working on Drew's story (the brother of my MC in Living Dead Girl) and I'm thinking, man, this poor guy. He's had to cope with the loss of his sister and best friend, his dad's illness, and now that he's starting to find happiness, THIS has to happen and mess it all up. I suppose if these things didn't happen to him, I wouldn't have much of a story, but still...