With the approach of autumn, my life has once again taken some amazing new turns. Those who follow me on social media know that I finished my BA in English this year, and was accepted into an MFA program. I just finished my first 10-day residency and met the most amazing group of people, and made so many new friends.
I am almost done with the major revision of Nova Wave and have almost got all of the Weathered Collection stitched together. I am scheduling both of those for release in October. Probably Halloween. One of the things I am learning in the MFA program is how to edit and produce a literary magazine. I am so stoked about this, and as a bonus, I get to help a friend with a contest he is running in the magazine he edits.
This all comes on the heels of starting the YouTube channel for Twisted Candle Media. Little by little, things are coming together. The shows that I want to produce for TCM are called “Wild About Oklahoma” and “Chasing The Muses”.
“Wild About Oklahoma” will feature Oklahoma’s great nature spots, flora and fauna, and perhaps events as well. “Chasing The Muses” will be about creativity, specifically, rekindling and nurturing that creative spark we all possess. In order to help promote these, I will also be featuring blog posts on the Twisted Candle Media website. I also feel that these will be run in regular seasons, like television shows. “Wild About Oklahoma” will be filmed in Spring and Fall, and “Chasing The Muses” will be shot in the Summer and winter. In this way, I hope to both maintain a consistency and provide variety for my viewers and myself.
Variety is one of those things that I believe is vital to the creative spirit. Well, I think that’s just about got us caught up for now. Don’t forget to sign up for the newsletter, and go check out Twisted Candle Media on YouTube. I already have a trailer up for “Wild About Oklahoma” and have been working on the first few episodes of that as well as an intro video. Look for updates on the TCM website or on social.
Check it out guys, I’m in a new anthology! Today is the big release day for Prosateurs: Tales and Truth, and I’d love it if you’d give it a look. Here’s the press release, and I’ll put the Prosateurs link HERE so you can get your copy today!
WRITING GROUP RELEASES NEW ANTHOLOGY
OKLAHOMA—The writing group Prosateurs announces the publication of the judged anthology Prosateurs: Tales & Truth. The anthology features short stories, recipes, humor, memoirs, poetry, devotionals, articles, and other works from the group’s members. It’s now available from Prosateurs members and online at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, BooksAMillion, and other retailers.
Author Kathy Akins won Best of the Book with a memoir of her mother’s battle with dementia. “It was honest, sincere, and well-written,” said Submissions Judge Gail Henderson. “A reader both sympathizes and learns from it.”
Henderson co-wrote the poetry collection Undying. She collaborated with noted Oklahoma photographer Michael Duncan to produce Bare, a book of poetry and photography that explores the enigma of womanhood in the world. She wrote Red Bird Woman, a collection of her poetry under the name Gail Wood. Her work has appeared in Blackbirds First Flight, Blackbirds Second Flight, Blackbirds Third Flight, Creations 2012-2014 and ByLine Magazine. She holds a Masters of Education in English and Social Studies from East Central University. Currently, she serves on the Board of Directors for Lake Superior Writers, Duluth, Minnesota.
For more information, visit Prosateurs.blogspot.com.
The anthology authors include:
Kathy Akins has won several awards with her poetry, devotionals, and short fiction. Her works were published in Blackbirds Third Flight and the Creations anthologies 2014-2015. A love for history, family, and animals inspires her stories. She lives in Oklahoma and shares her home with miniature long-haired dachshunds and a rescued Catahoula. Her dachshunds assist her when she presents educational programs for children in her capacity as an American Kennel Club (AKC) Canine Ambassador. She is a member of Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc., Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators, and American Christian Fiction Writers. Visit kathyakins.blogspot.com.
Debbie Anderson wrote the novel Friend or Foe in 2018. A longtime storyteller, she has written stories since she was a child. The oldest of eight children she used these stories to entertain her siblings. She spent eighteen years in the travel industry. As a result, she has been to nearly every state and six countries. She left the travel business after 9/11. Since then she has written business documents such as manuals and procedures for the electronic and oil industries. She writes short stories, memoirs, novels, children’s stories, and how-to books. She has been published in Creations 2017.
Stephen B. Bagley co-wrote the poetry collection Undying. He wrote Murder by Dewey Decimal, Murder by the Acre, Tales from Bethlehem, Floozy and Other Stories, and EndlesS. He wrote the plays Murder at the Witch’s Cottage and Two Writers in the
Hands of an Angry God and co-wrote Turnabout, Hogwild, and There’s A Body in the Closet. His writings have appeared in Writer’s Digest, Blackbirds First Flight, Blackbirds Second Flight, Blackbirds Third Flight, ByLine Magazine, Nautilus Magazine, Tulsa World OKMagazine, and other publications. He graduated from Oklahoma State University. He is a member of Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc. Visit StephenBBagley.blogspot.com.
Kelley Benson is a pastor who has a passion for using everyday opportunities to help people recognize how God works in their lives. He and his wife Jade are raising their children to see how God should be part of everything people do. Since 1997, he has participated in a wide range of ministries and been involved with the investment industry, the insurance industry, teaching, and carpentry. He published On Target, a book of devotionals, and writes a weekly newsletter. His articles were published in Creations 2013-2015. He is a member of Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc. Visit kelleybenson.blogspot.com.
Nita Beshear began writing as a young child. If her family wasn’t moving from one state to another, they were moving across town. Stories gave her continuity. Her friends in her stories went with her to every new home. Beshear writes nonfiction, historical novels, and short stories. Her books include Devoted to Quilting and Beyond the Grief: A Widow’s Survival Guide. Her fiction appeared in Romance-The Spice of Life. She is a member of the Material Girls (the Allen Oklahoma Quilters), McAlester McSherry Writers, Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc., and Duncan and Okmulgee Toastmasters. Visit nitabeshear.wordpress.com.
Wendy Blanton published the novels, The Dragon’s Lady, Rogue Pawn, and Sword and Scabbard, under the name Elizabeth Joy. Her short stories appeared in Blackbirds First Flight, Blackbirds Second Flight, and Blackbirds Third Flight. She writes novels and short stories in several genres. She graduated from the University of Mount Olive, North Carolina, and served in the United States Air Force. An apprentice bard, she tells Celtic folk tales at Scottish Highland Games and other venues. She and her husband are members of the Clan Campbell Society. She is a member of Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc. Visit wendyblanton.wordpress.com.
D. E. Chandler wrote the thriller Bone Sliver. In 2013, her poem, “Oppenheimer” and her short story “One Way Window” won honorable mention and publication in Outside the Lines. In 2015, her poem “Carroll After Dark” won first place and publication in the Tulsa Review’s 2015 Spring contest issue. Her works were also published in Blackbirds Third Flight, The Green Country Guardian, The Sapulpa Herald, and Sapulpa News and Views. She graduated from Rogers State University. She lives with her husband Tom in Oklahoma. She is a member of Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc. and Oklahoma Women Bloggers. Visit dechandlerwrites.com.
Barbara Shepherd has received more than 300 writing awards. She is the Oklahoma 2017 Voice of the Fair Poet, a Lone Stars Poet, a Woody Guthrie Poet, and a former Nominee for Poet Laureate of the State of Oklahoma. Shepherd served as a field editor for Taste of
Home and contributed to other magazines, including: Outlook, Oklahoma D.O., Oklahoma Woman, Edmond Life and Leisure, Bella, and ArtBeat. Her books include: The Potbelly Pig Promise, River Bend, Vittles and Vignettes, and Patchwork Skin. Her writing appeared in: Women’s War Memoirs, Heavenly Patchwork, Voices In Time, and numerous other publications. Visit barbarashepherd.com.
Joanne Verbridge was born in Oakland, California, spending her early life experiences in Northern California. Family brought her to Oklahoma where she enjoys writing memoirs and crafting. She works to inspire her young nieces to take an interest in storytelling and writing. Her memoirs, short stories, and articles have been published in Oklahoma newspapers and in the Creations anthologies 2012-2015.
Well, folks, I made it. The final grades are in, and it seems like there was no error after all. I have officially earned my Baccalaureate degree in English. Now on to the MFA!
On Sunday Hubby and I will leave on our first vacation in eight years. I know it’s eight years because our last vacation was our honeymoon in 2010. We’re going to Colorado, so he can give me a proper introduction to his favorite mountains. I am so excited, sometimes it’s hard to breathe. The air isn’t even thin here. I have no idea what it’s going to be like in the mountains. I can’t stop saying “in the mountains.” See, I’ve seen some pretty big hills, and I’ve been in the Superstitions, but Hubby is pretty sure those aren’t real mountains.
Yesterday we packed, and today we did housework to get everything ship-shape for Dad before we head out. Thursday will be the last-minute shopping, Friday is lawn day, Saturday I do some wedding photography for a dear friend, and then Sunday morning early we’re off and running. Well, driving. It’s a road trip.
Of course, none of this happened in a vacuum. I didn’t just achieve this on my own. There were many great teachers and professors along the way, each doing more than their fair share to open students up to becoming more. I hope I can make them proud. Then there was the world-class support of my Hubby and Dad. I hope I can be all they hope for me. They deserve every good thing. They have been my foundation and my inspiration. They have lifted me when I was low. There’s no way I could have done it without them.
I am hoping to get back and start right in on Weathered and Nova Wave in June. Perhaps I will find even more inspiration in the Rocky Mountains. It’s going to be wonderful to just be for a while. I will be back soon, with stories to share and hopefully some great photos too.
My final semester as an undergraduate is coming to a close, much more swiftly than I thought it would at the beginning of the semester. As commencement is only a few short weeks away, and all signs seem to say I will indeed make it, I thought I’d make a post about some of the things this last semester has taught me.
Six years caught up with me overnight:
When I finished writing the essay for my capstone, I felt a huge wave of relief, not because the assignment was too hard, but because I had built up so much tension around the idea that somehow I might not pass. This had nothing to do with the faculty or my fellow students, it was just all of those old insecurities rearing their heads one last time to let me know they were still alive and kicking. The worst part is that I hadn’t realized how bad it had been until it was all gone. Over the next two weeks, I entered a sort of recovery phase. Every time I felt myself getting tense, I would breathe deep, stretch, or find something to help me loosen up, like music.
Yesterday morning I realized that all of that tension and stress was simply gone. I’d still have to do the presentation but that was, comparatively, simple. With the majority of the grunt-work done, I would be able to handle Spanish, Computer Applications, and Media Planning and Buying. I was going to make it. It was like the first real spring day after a long, cold winter. My neck and back popped in several places I didn’t know were even bound up. I lost five pounds in two weeks. I started to take care of myself again. With the cap and gown and the graduation pictures, I had hoped I was going to make it. Now it seemed likely. It was time to stop thinking like a student and start acting like a graduate.
Today, it seems even surer.
I realized what lay ahead:
With the approach of commencement, I have been able to start looking forward to a time when school is not necessarily all there is. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. Everything about going to college has built me up and expanded me. Still, I have a lot to accomplish, and while I still have the MFA ahead of me, in two and a half years, it is done, and I can work while I do the MFA. It’s time to start the rest of my life.
It’s time to do the writing.
I feel like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon of intense change. In doing the reflection for the capstone I was able to look back on my college career and see the distance I have gone. I was able to see some of the specific ways in which I was changed and to compare my outlook now to the one I had then. I’m not done, but I have come a long way, baby. In the end, I feel like I can pretty much adapt to whatever life throws at me. The voice is still there (the one that says yeah, right…) but I can tell it to shut up and go lay down now, and it must obey.
I have the most wonderful Hubby and Daddy a gal could have:
Seriously they have been so supportive. There were patches where I wasn’t very clear about what I needed, and even during those times, Tom would seem to sense what I needed and adapt accordingly. It still hasn’t always been easy. There were things we had to deal with, like a string of deaths in the family and his cancer treatments, that affected both of us more than we’ll either likely admit, but we came through them because we love each other so deeply and work so well together.
Dad has been super supportive as well, as much as he is able. I moved in to stay with him two years ago after my stepmom died, and Tom came to stay when he started his treatments. Things have worked out remarkably well, and Tom is able to be here for Daddy when I must be at school. Even with the low residency for the upcoming MFA, I would be very worried if I had to leave Dad alone for two weeks. He’s doing okay for the most part. Better than two summers ago, but he gets quiet on the birthdays and anniversaries of those we lost. Today would have been Pat’s birthday. He’s been in bed a lot the last couple of days, and I’m sure it’s mainly because he misses her so much. As long as one of us is able to be here for him, I don’t worry too much, but I know it’s hard on him.
I will be almost 50 when I get my MFA. If I can do it, almost anyone can:
I made fair grades in school, but I wasn’t a straight-A student. I’m still not. I work hard for my B’s and C’s. I get plenty of A’s, it just never seems to be all of them. It may come as a shock, but I’m not a genius. The bigger shock is that in the end, it doesn’t matter. What matters is maximum effort and the will to improve and get the job done right. At the beginning of my college career, I quailed at B’s, and C’s were toeing the line between life and death. When I failed (I struggled seriously with Algebra and Spanish,) I thought I was doomed, damned to a future of no purpose beyond cooking and cleaning. I like cooking, and I don’t mind cleaning, but the idea of that being my life’s sole purpose is horrifying to me. I require stimulation and self-expression. I need it like air. Literature and art give me those things in abundance, and I feel fulfilled when I’m creating something. If you’re forty and this sounds like you, then get yourself back in school. It may not be for everybody, but hear this– I wasn’t sure it was for me when I started either. I was terrified. I got over it. You can too. I would encourage anyone who is floundering to just sign up for a semester of classes. Get the financial aid if you need it, and go find your passion. Remember: It’s not a dream, it’s a plan.
in the mostly abandoned hospital several weeks after the Nova Wave swept the
planet, magically unzipping and recombining the DNA of every living creature.
These new creatures, called novas come in every imaginable variety,
some of which are deadly.
Ellen remains in a coma.
“You should see it,” I said, knowing she couldn’t hear me, ” Daniel dragged this scrubby old cedar into the steel shop and the guys have hung everything they could find on it. It looks pretty good for a cedar. Of course, there’s no lights, but they found some tinsel, and it sparkles some in the candle light. Toni says we should have lights next week.” I watched her for a second, but even her breathing didn’t change, so I went on talking.
“I don’t want you to worry about anything but getting better. We’re working on getting electric back in this place, and then we’ll be able to get proper monitors on you.”
It was the weirdest thing. I felt emotions from everyone, but she was completely quiet. After months of having to wade through everyone else’s emotional baggage, it was nice to find a spot of quiet. The door latch clunked. I didn’t have to look back to know that it was Daniel. His suppressed emotions gave him away. Nobody even tried but him.
“You about ready to go?”
“Ahem, yeah. I guess.”
“Who is she, Max? What makes her so important?”
“She’s just a kid. Nobody really.”
“I know that’s what you think, but I don’t even have to be a telepath to sense the connection between you.”
“Yeah. There’s something. It’s not—you know… I just feel like there’s something about her. Like she’s important somehow. It’s like I already know her.”
“Trust me man, you don’t.”
“Have you heard or felt something psychically?”
“No, well, just bits. I get flashes of images sometimes, and she seems to be stuck on that awful night. After—ugh… I don’t know how to say it. Max, dude, she might be just a little wacked out.”
“I don’t sense anything from her. There are no emotions coming off her at all, and it still feels like—like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
Daniel looked at me for a long moment before nodding and turning toward the door. He took three steps and paused, saying, “I’m out in five. I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”
He shut the door quietly behind him, and I heard him shuffle away. I turned back to the comatose girl and was just about to say goodbye when there was a fluttery-ticking sound from the window. The first was followed soon by more of the same in various spots across the big window. Small shadows flitted outside the closed blinds. Curious, I went over and drew the blinds open.
There were six of them, joined directly by three more. Lizards. Winged freaking lizards. With scales. And feathers. The brightly-colored reptiles swooped and scrabbled at the window, trying to get in. They wanted in. I picked up vestigial emotions, they weren’t as colorful as human emotions, but they were there, and recognizable. They were worried. They wanted in to check on something. The girl. They were worried about the girl.
Minding the strength of the energy I sent out, I sent the protective concern I felt to the creatures. They sent back only worry and then laced it with a little bit of something resembling caring. Hoping I wasn’t signing our death certificates, I opened the window and pried off the half-screen. One by one the little lizards darted into the room, zipping around too fast for me to keep track of them all. Then the (I presumed) leader darted over to hover just above Ellen’s sleeping form.
The critter appeared to look her over, and then darted toward her face. I moved to intercept, but was halted by a sudden convergence of the other eight of them. They whipped their little tails up from beneath themselves with such speed that there was an actual snapping sound. That’s when I realized their tails were barbed. I swatted at the group, barely clipping one of the little dragons— and got a blast of anger back.
Realizing that the anger hadn’t been there until I’d struck one of them, I stood still, and the feeling faded.
I watched the leader carefully then, and it was so worth it. The little coppery fella had bright red and buff feathers, and a red crest on his head. The red crest expanded like a cockatoo’s as it looked intently into her face. Then, the tiny, agile tongue flitted out and fluttered over the spot on her forehead, right between her eyes. When it did, her eyes fluttered. They fluttered for the first time since the wave, back in October. She inhaled deeply, but did not stir awake. Then, just as suddenly as they’d appeared, the little dragons darted out the window again and were gone.
I went straight over and shut the window. I turned back to look at Ellen. There was an emotion coming from her now, but the only way I can get close to identifying it is maybe to say, gratitude. She was thankful. She was also still sleeping peacefully, and I didn’t want to wake her. I guess I was afraid I’d mess it up, so I went to the door before I remembered why I’d made Daniel stop off here at the hospital.
I walked as quietly as possible back over and pulled the little box with the bow out of my pocket and placed it on her table. If she didn’t wake soon, I’d tuck it in a side drawer or something. It just felt like she ought to have it. Maybe, if magic really was returning to the world, she would wake up and know what to do with it. I gave the room one last look-over before I closed the door behind me, and couldn’t help a grin.
So this has been a pretty eventful semester. Now that it’s nearly over, I feel like I can share some of the wonderful publicly. My followers on Facebook already know much of this, so I will skip some of the fascinating details and just hit the high points.
In September, I worked up the gumption to apply for graduate school. There was really only one choice for me right now, and it was the Red Earth MFA through Oklahoma City University. It’s a fantastic program, and it’s low-residency, which means that I just go twice a year for two weeks at a time, with one final residency at the end of term. This leaves the rest of my schedule flexible, which means I can get a job. This has become something of a necessity. Still, I worked up the courage and sent in the application.
Then, near the end of the month, by the request of Dr. Mackie, our poetry professor at Rogers State University(Who also happens to be the English department head,) Dr. Mish, who is the program’s director and also the current Oklahoma Poet Laureate, was scheduled to come to our school to talk to the class and to give a reading that night in the performance center. (Gasp!) I got to meet her one on one between classes, and she asked me a few questions and told me a little bit about the program. I was enchanted to say the least. It felt like the universe singled me out for a moment and graced me with a pat on the head. Then there was the reading. Some readings you listen to, and some you feel. Maybe I was already suffering some overbearing sentimentality, but I still believe it was just the authenticity and gentle power of her poetry that moved me to tears. Literally. I think there was mascara on my shirt at the end of it all.
Anyway, I finished up all the paperwork, and on November 2nd, I got an email from Oklahoma City University saying that I was accepted into the program. I flipped. I tried not to attach too much to whether I got in or not, but in the end, I was so ecstatic people probably got sick of me walking on air. I still get all giddy when I think about it, because I never thought I could even get as far as an Associate degree. And I had spent all that time telling myself that if I didn’t get it, it didn’t matter, because I would just go to work and write anyway, and practice. Well.
It did matter. It mattered in a big way. Now it matters even more. It’s the end of a tough semester. I am pretty much exhausted with school altogether, and yet here I am, getting ready to double-down. It’s not like I’m a twenty-something. I get bone tired and I get brain tired, and things just stop working.
But then I think about how much better the writing will be if I put the extra effort into it and learn more from people who have been doing this so much longer and more in depth than I have. It can only get better from here, right? Then I get excited, and the adrenaline kicks in, and I’m hyper-productive. For about thirty minutes– and then it’s nap time.
Alright, technically it’s my second year as a senior, as I took a little longer than the standard two years, but this year comes with all of the emotional impact that I didn’t really have to face last year. When all is said and done, I will graduate in May with a degree. This is a bittersweet time, and one to be savored for all of its emotional ups and downs.
I have made some submissions this year, as in more than one. Nothing has borne fruit yet, but that is probably as it should be. I will get more work published, and it’ll be better than before. I’m still learning, and this semester promises to be a busy one. In some ways it will be easier than last semester. We won’t be moving for one thing.
Tom and I have settled in and I have an office now. I’m repainting the office, and will be posting an update on that soon, complete with before and after photos. I have polished up my resume, and am ready to get busy looking for a job or internship for the spring semester. Even if it’s part time, it will help.
Tom is now halfway through his chemotherapy, and doing comparatively well. He has some side effects symptoms, but he is eating well, and isn’t having a lot of pain. Come the first of November he should be fully cured. We’ll continue to monitor him for the next few years, but every expectation is that the cancer shouldn’t return. Daddy is still doing pretty well, and seems to have mostly come out of the fugue that the loss of his wife created in him. He still has dizzy spells, but is taking his medicine more regularly and that is helping. Tom helps remind him. He’s been coughing so much this last week (He suffers from CHF) that the last two nights have worn him out. He’s taking allergy medicine, but it may not be working. He’s going to try switching allergy meds. I do wish he would go to the doctor. Still, we’re keeping an eye on him.
I’m so glad Tom is here to keep an eye on him while I’m at school. This takes a load off my mind that I’d scarcely known was there. Yesterday it became obvious though, as I sat in class, thinking that I would likely be in Claremore all day. I didn’t have to worry, because Tom would be here if something happened. What a relief!
To change the subject and get a little less personal, here are some of the things going on this semester:
I have lined up my first interview for the podcast and I have some video to work with in getting the You Tube channel up and running.
I have graduation to apply for, as well as graduate school.
Things are speeding up again, and that is also as it should be. I am eager to get back into the swing of things.
Today is job fair at Rogers State University, and I am going to go see who is there and catch up with friends I didn’t get to see yesterday.
So much going on this year, and all of the subjects are intense, but they are also right in my area of interest. I have Literary Traditions, Poetry Writing, Humanities Seminar, and Script Writing. TONS of reading, but so many wonderful books. Among others, I will get to read Gaiman’s American Gods and Attwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale. Words are rare that could express my excitement at being able to read these and get credit for it.
This semester will see a flush of new work and submissions. I will be polishing up the short stories from last semester, and adding the poems from this semester to my portfolio. Capstone will be coming up next semester, so I’ll need to start choosing works to accompany that. There’s a lot to be done, and I think that it’s going to be both fun and exhausting.
Life has a way of throwing us curves. My past year has been full of them. For the most part, I’ve been able to keep all of the balls in the air, but there may have been one or two that escaped without my noticing. Let’s see if I can just give you the highlight reel.
In August 2016 I had a massive kidney stone and sepsis. Hospital and surgery for that, but recovered.
Dad’s wife and my dear friend Pat died before Thanksgiving, and grieving, Dad thought he would have to sell his house and move in with my sister or buy an RV. He was wracked with pain and packing up his whole life and moving would have been horrid. I can’t recall now whose idea it was, but I had been calling on the mornings to check on him, as he was feeling unsteady with staying by himself. He was having dizzy spells. I kept thinking about Grandpa Brown, and how fast he went downhill after Grandma died. Dad had already survived my mother. Being a widower twice over would hit him harder still.
The decision was made for me to go live with him, and hubby would follow after I graduated from college and started working. Then…
Near the end of April 2017, my husband was diagnosed with 3rd stage cancer. Without going into specifics, we were told that it was completely curable as far as they could tell, but that he would have to take chemotherapy. We would know more after the CT scan.
Naturally this rocked us to our very foundations. The decision was made that he would quit his job at the lake and move into town with Daddy and me for treatment, and his friend Jason would take over at the shop.
Jason couldn’t take over for reasons beyond his control. Tom was terrified of the financial impact all of this would have on us. And Dad.
Together, we have found a way to make it work, but the summer that I took off to re-write Nova Wave has vanished in the face of the move and chemo. We have a couple of backup plans in place for the finances, but it will still be a tough one.
Neither Dad nor Tom will tolerate me missing school or dropping it to work, so that will continue as of right now.
Tom will likely stay at the lake a little longer, at least until after the kids’ derby. I don’t like it, but it is what it is.
That’s where we are now, and this blog post represents the most words I have strung together since the end of school. The new plan of attack is to take the editing books I’m studying and the laptop with us to chemo and write during his three hour treatments, and hopefully more, once we get him moved in and settled. For now.
I think that my big plans for the October podcast launch are going to be pushed back. That will put lots of things on hold, but will also give me more time for planning and prep work. Thank goodness I hadn’t already done the Patreon launch.
Right now it is time to be physically active and get Tom ready to move. If he stays much longer than the derby I will be surprised, but if I know my hubby he will try to stay until August. That would make it a full six years. He’s going to miss it, but maybe he’ll get to go fishing more once he’s done out there. Maybe he can help me with my business. That would be nice.
Anyway, there is the long and short of the last year of my shifting circumstances. This is going to be an interesting summer, but perhaps I will get that book re-written after all.
Monster Carnival was fun as always, and I got to bring home an original piece of artwork, a signed book by a new local author, and some cool swag. I also learned that cold rainy days kinda suck for even indoor events. Next year will be much better. Still, I got to see old friends and make some new ones.
I got to attend as a vendor this year, which means that even if I didn’t sell tons of books, people saw them, saw me, and hopefully may buy next time or go find them online.
I have made the decision to pursue Dark Lit Digest as a podcast and as a print digest of others’ works. I think it will help Twisted Candle Media get established as an actual publishing house. I just have to figure out how to pay people for their stories and art. I don’t want to be one of those publications that can’t afford to pay contributors. (Nothing against them, it’s just not the business model I choose.)
Contributor copies are alright, but they don’t pay the bills. I would like to build a name for TCMedia as a place where authors and artists in dark lit and art can go to see and be inspired, learn, and share their works. It’s not a nonprofit, so I hope to make some of the money up in advertisements.
If you know of a company or individual that might be interested in an ad on the Twisted Candle Media website or in Dark Lit Digest, go ahead and send them our way. Our starting offers are VERY reasonable.
Now that the obligatory promotional stuff is out of the way, I would also like to share what I did on Spring Break. Are you ready?
Homework and taxes.
Yep, that’s how exciting my spring break was. It’s all good, though because now it’s done and all I have to worry about is five more weeks of school and finals. Then I’m taking the summer to get everything up and running for the Etsy shop where I’ll have jewelry, handmade bookmarks and more, for the podcast, and the digest. And finish Nova Wave for publication in October 2018. And maybe write another.
Whew. That looks like a lot of work. Wish me luck!
In the meantime, here are some more pix from Underground Monster Carnival.
Things are ever changing in author land. First of all, I am accumulating rejections. Which is good. I don’t want a big head. Also, I now have two blogs, this one, and the one over at Twisted Candle Media to keep up with. Also, there are now 15 hours in this semester’s coursework, and taxes to be reported.
It can be a little overwhelming at times, but when it is I pick up Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird and read in it for a while. And hope that eventually, my life will settle down somewhat. Maybe.
I like doing things like going on walks, going to school, going to events like the Underground Monster Carnival next month. So, I guess it’ll be a little quieter without school, but then there will be deadlines and perhaps a job to deal with.
Sigh, whatever brings home the bacon and lets me keep writing, I guess. (insert sad fiddle music here) So glad I have these problems.