Good morning, Readers!

Image by yamabon from Pixabay.

Alright, week two of blogging on Mondays. We’ll see how it goes.

There was a fair amount of FOMO this past weekend, as it’s as Ottawa ComicCon, and I wasn’t there. It was the first year since I can remember that I’ve not had a table there. The Amazing Flatmate, who is not my flatmate any more (but still amazing) was there without me, and that was very weird for the both of us, I think. I have put my name down for next year, though, in the hopes that things with this pandemic calm down and I feel more comfortable out and about in enclosed spaces with a bunch of unmasked folks.

Maybe I’ll even be in a better space with a bunch of art I can sell. It will be almost all art (and leather working stuff - I hope to have a couple of re-bound books to show off what I can do), as I’m hoping that Renaissance Press will be continuing to publish my backlist, so I don’t have to worry about them any more.

Speaking of publishing my backlist, I’m getting ready for the release of my second edition of Human. Right now, it’s a self-published title. I’m not very good at marketing, though, and I don’t have the time to be chasing up books stores to get it on bookshelves myself and I’m really just so grateful to them for taking care of all that stuff. I think when it is released, I’ll be trying to get in a couple of signings between the release date and Christmas. Maybe I can con the bookshop to get more of titles. They generally won’t stock books unless their new releases or if the author is having a new release coming out… which is why I’ve not seen Skylark or Daughters of Britain in bookshops though that is one of my dearest wishes.

Maybe I can trick the shops into carrying them for a little bit. They’re currently only available by special order. If I can get them in before the Xmas shoppers start looking for gifts, I might do alright.

Speaking of my art, though I wasn’t at ComicCon, and though I did spend a lot of time in bed recovering from the week (40 hours a week of peopling is exhausting!) I wasn’t entirely idle.

A couple of weeks ago, I spent entirely too much money on my Redbubble store ordina prints for stock for CanCon. I’m not expecting to sell much at CanCon, so I only bought one of my each of my favourites, and only one kind (they are available in multiple art formats). One of the ones I ordered I had some modifications I wanted to make. I wanted to apply god and silver foil. I managed to do that this weekend, though it took far longer to do than I thought it would. Redbubble does not muck around with its mounting… which is good… unless you’re trying to get the artwork out to modify it.

I was thinking I would do ten of them this way, and make them limited edition prints, but I’m not sure. It was a hassle to do. Maybe the one I’ll have available at CanCon will be the only one I do. Or maybe I might do just five. I haven’t decided yet.

I have two more prints headed my way.

I’m also hoping for a couple of originals to bring with me to CanCon. I have some ideas for paintings, but I’m fairly certain I don’t have the skill to pull them off. Still, I figured I could try and see how it goes. If I like any of the attempts enough, maybe I’ll bring them along.

All we can do is try.

I’m also working on a secret mystery project that I’m hoping to convert into Xmas gifts for family members, and maybe even open it up to a wider audience. We’ll see. It involves creating a master document on which I can practice, as this mystery project will require book binding, and I’ve never done that before. So, this will make a good practice piece for more projects of a similar nature that I would like to do.

Writing-wise, I’m still working on The Tournament. It’s a stage play, and I’m finding it incredibly difficult. It’s not just the formatting, but the manner of writing a stage play is so vastly different to how I write novels. When I’m writing a novel, I basically just need the main characters and the way the story ends before I start writing. How my characters get to the end of the story is as much as mystery writing it as it is for people reading it for the first time.

Writing a play is… not like that.

Right now, I’m concentring of just vomiting all my ideas in roughly chronological order onto the page and I’ll worry bout more proper formatting and cleaning up on my first edit pass. Then I’ll beg my parents to look it over. Both were (and my dad still is) involved in amateur theatre, and they knew their stuff.

I will be continuing on writing that during my usual writing time — my lunch hour at work. It’s slow going. It once took me an hour to write five lines. I’m find it frustrating as hell, but as a challenge, there’s nothing that’s quite pushed me as this project. I hate how slowly it’s going though.

I’m waiting on Beta Reader no. 2 for notes on The Lioness of Shara Mountain… not really the right phrasing, as there’s no real timeline, but from all indication, she’s enjoying it, so I’m leaning towards getting it published. I’m still not decided about it. We’ll see.

The evenings will be spent on my art, preparing for CanCon, and doing the mystery project that I might share. When CanCon is over, I hope that I can still keep the proverbial fire under my seat and continue creating art. I don’t think I’m particularly good at it, but I do love the act of it so.

Right, I’ve gabbled on. I think you’re all caught up now. Hopefully I’ll be back next Monday.

Ciao!

Good morning, Readers!

Image courtesy of Simone VomFeld from Pixabay.

So… I fell off the blogging wagon yet again. This is not good. It seems I’m still struggling to find a rhythm. This is telling me that I’m pushing too far too fast and I need to slow down yet further. For me, this is incredibly frustrating. I feel like I am already going very slow with this whole recovery from a major life change thing I’m supposed to be doing.

Maybe it’s not that I need to slow down at all. Maybe it’s that I need to start pushing myself. Maybe I need to start applying some of that self-discipline that got me working so well in the before times.

It’s incredibly difficult to tell, really. I don’t want to drag myself to the burnout zone, which I have definitely done before, ruining my recovery. But I’m also feeling anxious that I’m not doing enough, and I’m incredibly annoyed at myself for not having my shit together more.

I should have more paintings done. I should have finished the writing thing I’m working on. I should be setting up my advertising schedules for my books for the rest of this year. I should be getting proficient with my guitar. I should be starting conversational French. None of theses things have been happening. 

The only thing I’ve reclaimed for myself happens to be martial arts. I got back to training this summer, and teaching as well, and that schedule has largely worked (though there were some instances where I couldn’t make it to training for various reasons; meaning I’ve missed a fair number of classes this summer (though small, that number would have horrified me in the before times)).

I’m really looking forward to later this month, when training resumes (we’re on a break now). Even better, I get to teach three classes this September, all women’s only (beginner and intermediate kickboxing, and kung fu). I’m really looking forward to that. I adore teaching these classes.

I’m not just ranting about all of my inabilities and failures. There is a reason for this. And it does relate to the title, I promise.

Ottawa ComicCon.

I will not be there. I originally did have a table, and I was quite excited to be out in the world again. That excitement has soured some.

You see, the folks behind Ottawa ComicCon have declined to implement a mask mandate, despite this being a large function which usually means tonnes of people packed into enclosed spaces. It spikes my anxiety enough ordinarily (thank heavens I have a table to hide behind), but in the current climate, with an airborne viral pandemic that has not gone away — in fact, roughly three times more people in Ontario have died to the disease this summer compared to 2019 — it presents simply too much for me to be able to handle.

I am not mentally or emotionally prepared to face crowds of people unmasked. If I caught something there and brought it back to the people I love, I would forever be plagued by unfathomable guilt and deep, deep resentment.

This is by far the biggest reason I won’t be having a table there this year.

But there is another reason.

I’m not physically prepared. Thanks to my absolute inability to get my act together, I just don’t have the stock to fill a table. I wanted my table to be filled with paintings, with leather crafting stuff, and small sculptures. I wanted to be able to sit behind my table and be proud of what was there.

I can’t do that. I don’t have the paintings I wanted. I have no new leatherwork items, and absolutely no sculptures whatsoever. I don’t have the stock to justify having a table. And I don’t have the mental and emotional capacity to face maskless crowds for an entire weekend.

I’m quite sad to be missing it, truth be told. I love being amongst my fellow nerds, nerding out over all the cool things.

But I’m not ready yet.

And, if I’m honest, I’m not likely to be missed. Few people know my writing, fewer still care about it (and boy are those few precious to me!). I doubt there is anyone coming to Ottawa ComicCon to see me. Thank goodness. That does take a lot of pressure off.

In case there is anyone who was looking forward to my presence at Ottawa ComicCon, I’m really so sorry. I just don’t have the capacity. But I’ve made a commitment to CanCon this year (which have implemented a vaccine and mask mandate, relieving me of much of the anxiety around being out and about in an enclosed public space). I won’t have the stuff I would like for my table there, but there will be more stuff than I currently have. It’s in October, and due to Covid they’re restricting the in-person numbers this year. If you’re desperate to come see me this year, I will be there.

Alright, that’s the update for today. I have work to do so, for now, I’m off.

​Ciao!

Good afternoon, Readers!

Image by Nikolett Emmert from Pixabay ​

I am late getting to this, as yesterday afternoon, while in the middle of a project, the internet just stopped working for four hours and it threw me off my schedule so badly, I kinda just collapsed into a sweaty ball (it was very, very hot) and ceased to function like a proper human being. So I'm snatching a few minutes now to write a blog post about what I often dream about.

My future.

I sometimes get asked the question, "Where do you see yourself in five years." Usually this is at work, where I don't particularly want to answer truthfully. It's a bad look when your answer isn't, "Working my way up the corporate ladder."

But honestly, I don't want to be in an office my whole life. Unless it's my own office, surrounded by bookshelves full of books, a cat or two sleeping beside the keyboard. This office would be in a small-ish cottage-like home in the middle of the woods on a piece of land that has a stream babbling through it. Also on this land, which is large enough to ensure that no neighbours are anywhere near, will be a two-story shed which will be my workshop and art studio. Another building will be my home gym; a place where I can practice all my martial arts when it's raining or snowing out (otherwise, I'd be training outside).

My writing will support me financially, and I will be able to set my own hours, answering to no one but myself... and my editor.

I will also own my own martial arts studio, where I can continue to teach my women's only martial arts classes. Martial arts is the place I turn when I need to take a break. It works the brain, but in a way that is vastly different to my writing, and I really love the people at Wutan Canada. They're very accepting of my weirdness, and that is quite rare. Teaching martial arts has been a unique pleasure, and remains one of my passions.

Nowhere in this dream of mine are the words 'gainfully employed.'

Don't get me wrong. I don't hate my job. I just don't want to be in an office, selling my time when I feel it could be used for things that truly light me up instead.

I want my own house in the woods. My own martial arts studio. And for my writing to fully support my life.

Not a unique dream, to be sure. Well, maybe except for my own personal dojo on my property.

What about you? What dreams stop you in your tracks sometimes? When you envision the future you would like, what is it?

​Let me know!

Good morning, Readers!

Well, I did it again. I was supposed to write up a blog post for last week and failed. I will get there. I will make it a habit, damn it! I just need to get my butt in gear. I'll get there.

I promised writing news, but I'm still gathering the info for the most exciting of that news (for me), but I will tell you what I've been doing in the writing sphere. I haven't been idle, even though I haven't brought out any books in a while.

Thanks for nothing, two moves in two years, Covid, and depression.

BUT, during this time, I was not entirely listless. I did write. Here is where I am in my writing life:

I started and finished a novel called ​The Lioness of Shara Mountain. It was edited and sent off to my first beta reader, who returned it. I let it sit while I finished up another manuscript....

...The second book in the Avalon series I'm writing. I'm still looking for a good title for both the book and the series, but that is neither here nor there. Nevertheless, I finished that manuscript - finally (it's been a couple of years since I started writing that book) - and edited it. Not too long ago, I sent it off to my first beta reader, who I have working really hard this year. Two books in the space of a few months? That's a lot. In any case, Book Two of the Avalon series is currently in phase one of the beta reading/editing process.

That achieved, I returned my attention to The Lioness of Shara Mountain. I edited it and not long ago, sent it off to my second beta reader. I'm still not sure what I'll do with this manuscript. It belongs to the same world as another series I've written, but is a stand alone story. I'm looking at releasing it as a web novel with one of the largest web novel platforms out there in the hopes of capturing a wider audience for my work (and the afore-mentioned series specifically). Chances of being discovered on there are slim to none, but that's not really different for anything I've done in writing sphere.

All the same, I want this book to be at its best so that I don't have to worry about that, at least, when I decide what to do with it. So, The Lioness is currently with my second beta reader, which is phase two of the editing/beta reading process, and I can turn my attention to a different story.

Which I have. At the beginning of last month, one of my favourite publishers ever opened up to unagented submissions for the first time in what feels like more than five years, and I decided to give my favourite story another shot at getting published. This story is a series, so I sent along the first book. Soldier, book one of The Great Man series, is off on submission again. This will be my last attempt to get the series into the hands of a publishing house large enough to offer significant help with marketing etc.

Chances of being accepted are really super slim, and a rejection will leave me more than dejected, but not defeated. If this attempt fails, I will probably slide the book away for a bit, before approaching Renaissance Press, who are my most excellent publishers (and I'd love to keep working with them). There is not guarantee that they will take the book, either. If it so happens that they don't, I will... probably self-publish it. That's an option these days, and while I despise the idea of having to be responsible for the whole publishing process, I despise the idea of this story never being told at all all even more. So.

But as it stands, Soldier is off on submission. I won't have an answer until next year (they said roughly nine months from the end of the submission period (June 30), so I shall have to be patient. Patience is not a strength of mine. In the meantime, I have four more books in the series to rewrite (I've rewritten the first and second). I haven't started on that, though, because I'm currently working on something else.

For the first time ever, I'm attempting to write a stage play. May all the gods look kindly upon this endeavour. I've never written a play before, and it's been a long, long time since I've even read one. I'm completely lost, and not sure what to do whatsoever. Currently, I'm just vomiting words onto the page, trying to describe what I see in my head (because I can see it play in my head). I'm hoping that my mum and dad, both of whom have written plays and been involved in theatre (my dad still is), will be willing to sit with me and help my doctor the manuscript so that it actually reads like the play I'm imagining in my head. I'm excited about the story, and excited about how it might look on stage. I wonder if I'll ever see it performed. That would be unbelievably cool.

This play is actually going to be a gift for someone. There's a story there that a few people know already. But once the play is written and given, I will relate the story more fully. That will not be happening until quite late in the fall/early winter, so you'll just have to wonder how it came about that I was conned into the stress and confusion of attempting to write a stage play.

And that's where I am.

Writing all this, and hearing about another author's accountability process, I have created a new page where I will post what projects I'm working on and where they are in the writing process. If you're interested in following along, you can see it all here.

I will be refining that page probably, but as of now, the process is fairly well represented.

And that's my writing news for you. Hopefully there will be much more and a lot of happy writing news in the near future. Until then, I hope you're all well and safe and working towards your dreams.

Ciao!

Good morning, Readers!

Image by Thomas Dardenne from Pixabay

I missed posting last week. Oops! So much for getting my act together.

I'm going to try getting myself in the habit of blogging at least once a week, slowly increasing as my schedule and abilities allow. Getting back into the habit is not easy. Breaking it was much, much simpler.

There's a lot of life-stuff still happening. I feel like I have finally unwound from my year-long wandering in the darkness of the soul. I've blossomed. It really is astounding how much I'm come alive since the move or, rather, how dead I had become inside. For starters, I've been painting up a storm!

One of the projects I had planned for forever has begun; and entire booklet of tiny watercolours in honour of the Year of the Tiger. So far, I've only completed two, having started the third on the weekend. Still, I'm really pleased with how they've turned out. Watercolour is an unfamiliar medium for me, so it's been a bit of a learning curve... and a test of my non-existent patience, but the out come has been worth it. I present to you, two tiger snoots:

The third one I've started is also a tiger snoot, but a little less boopable.

Then I'll be moving onto the eyes... or maybe the toe beans. Toe beans are so cute!

I'm planning another watercolour series that I'm keen on getting started on, but I am waiting until I have a little more experience with the medium... and I will be buying different watercolours. The ones I'm using now are those paints that are a palette of dry pigments, and I'd like to try a slightly wetter version. Each piece in the new series is going to be vaguely monochrome, so I can spend the time to save up for the paints.

Maybe I'll even sell a piece one of these days, and I'll be able to buy a bunch of new paints all at once!

A girl can dream.

I've also nearly finished my first painting on canvas in well over a year. There are a couple of things I need to fix up before I post any pics of that, though. Painting on canvas again has been absolutely wonderful, by the way. Without anyone but the cat to worry about, I'm able to play my music and paint. My most recent session, I stood at the canvas and danced as I painted. It was such a wonderful, joyful experience. I have missed painting so much.

I don't have any inspiration for more canvas paintings, but I have no doubt it'll happen. In the meantime, I have my ideas for watercolours to look forward to.

By the by, if you're interested in my art stuff, and couldn't be arsed with the rest of my nonsense, I have a Facebook page just for my art. If you're on Facebook, feel free to give it a like/follow. I put my art on there... and also on Instagram and TikTok. And DeviantArt.

As I stumble my way to normalcy, I have once again enrolled in martial arts with Wutan Canada. I have been teaching the whole way through, but after stress-induced symptoms that matched Covid (but never came up positive on the tests), which developed into a complete inability to function whatsoever (yay depression!), I had let it drop in the session before last. Then, last session, I had a move to deal with, and I still wasn't quite right once the move happened, so I didn't go at all.

The first class for the summer session is tonight.

Perhaps I would have found myself sooner if I had gone last session, what with training being such a rock for me in the past, but I really didn't feel up to it in any way. One accidental slip or annoying peer away, and I might have lost my mind for real. As it is now, I'm stupidly excited to return to training. I'm practically vibrating with anticipation.

Teaching is not the same as training, and I've rarely gotten the opportunity to punch and kick stuff while teaching, so I'm really keen to get going again.

I'm still holding out hope that one day soon I might be able to acquire a permanent place for us to train, so that we can avoid the bouncing between locations, and can concentrate on building a great body of students. I mean, we already have great people, but I want to share it with as many people as possible.

I keep promising writing news, and there is some, I promise. For now, though, this is what you get.

I hope you're all well and thriving.

Thanks for sticking with me all this time!

Until next week, then.

​Ciao!

Good afternoon, Readers!

I do have life updates and writing news, but I had a crazy weekend with little spare time to write this week's post and I'm at work on a very quick break, so I thought I'd let you all know about my publisher's hunt for acquisition readers instead. Here's the goss:

References

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Industry contacts

Renaissance is a member of the Association of English Language Publishers of Quebec, the Association of Canadian Pubilshers, and the Literary Press Group of Canada. One of our co-founders, Nathan, also sits on the board of directors of LitDistCo. We get all their newsletters, and we keep very informed of what is going on at other independent presses, which means we can easily pass on job opportunities and other industry news to you, as well as invite you to meetings you might be interested to sit in on, which often provide trainings and/or insights in the current Canadian publishing landscape.

Fun books to read

We have received SO MANY amazing stories every time we have opened for submissions in the past, it was sometimes physically painful to say no to some of them. One of (in our opinion) the best perks of reading our incoming manuscripts.

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Other conflicts of interest

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Yay for copy and paste! Alright, I have to run back to work now.

​Ciao!

Good morning, Readers!

​Image by snibl111 from Pixabay

This weekend saw many returns to myself.

For starters, I finally got working internet. A month after moving in (for real - my internet stared working Jun 2nd), I returned to being able to reach out to the digital world when I'm not at work. A good thing, too, as I'm still doing the job of two people at work while they search to replace the coworker whose mess I am currently trying to clean up. I'm making progress. I'm no longer so out of my depth that I constantly want to cry, so there's that.

I am thrilled to have internet again. Now I can do writing work, art work, blogging work, and gaming work, all of which requires an internet connection. This post, for example, is not being written on my lunch break at work. I can now free up that hour for other things. There is much that needs to be done, and now I have an extra hour in which to do it.

But I was talking about returning.

Not just returning to binge-watching YouTube videos.

For the first time in over a month, I jumped into live-streaming Friday evening. I picked up right where I left off, playing Horizon Zero Dawn. It was so much fun, and it was awesome to have everyone drop by and watch me flail around like a tit, as I had forgotten nearly everything. It was so much fun. Honestly, I was grinning like an idiot all evening following the stream. I did a little happy dance. It really was awesome. And the best part it, the internet held up, mostly. I was quite worried that I'd be slammed with constant crashing, dropped frames and so on. The internet cut only once, and the stream itself was really quite smooth.

Also, it was nice to not be interrupted, or feel like I had to censor myself, and not be my true dopey self. I could be loud and annoying, and the only one I'd be annoying (besides the audience) is Galahad. Though, to be honest, he was doing a good job of annoying me. It was no nice.

Saturday, I reactivated my Skillshare account and took the first couple of lessons in finger-style guitar. It's the first time I've picked up the instrument in over a year. It felt really good to be back play again, though I've lost most everything. My fingertips today are very sore. I need to get those callouses back. I am approaching the learning in a two-pronged approach. It's finger-style (or folk) guitar I'm most interested in learning, so I will be continuing with the Skillshare course, as well as the Learn & Master book I started going through in the beginning to teach myself. The book is *really* good for exercises and theory (as well as learning to read music... which I could do already, but the finger placement on a guitar is not the same as on the flute or saxophone).

It was so lovely to play again. I haven't practiced yet today, as of the writing this, but I shall as soon as I'm done this post. After a year away, I've lost so much ground, but I can make it back. With luck, patience and practice, I'll hopefully be playing all of my favourite folk songs within the year.

I also started one of the many art projects I have planned. It's just a small thing, and I managed exactly one half of what I wanted to achieve on Saturday, but it's better than nothing. And it felt good to put brush to paper. Before I pick up my guitar tonight, I'll be adding the second half of the thing I started Saturday.

Sunday was also a return; a return to my Coffee & Creativity live streams. That just where I get up of a Sunday morning, make some coffee and sit down to stream me creating art of some kind. I'm currently working on digital art, but I'm looking to getting a decent video camera so I can set up for also doing analogue paintings and such. I have so many painting ideas now, and it's killing me!

It was so lovely to sit and draw and chat with folks who were also creating, all without the usual (what felt very deliberate) noise from the room immediately beside. It was lovely and quiet. I put on my music, I chatted and created, and drank coffee... cold because I forgot it existed for a while there.

I find I am still struggling to get my act together and actually sit down to do the thing. That's why the Coffee & Creativity stream is such a help. With it, I'll have started at least one art project for the month. I'll have gotten something done. In the months that I've done it, I've always come away with a finished piece.

Because I missed May, due to the move, my mental health recovery (ongoing, but doing so much better; it's like night and day), and no internet, I missed out on creating an art piece for the month. So, I'm kinda cheating this one. The prompt for this month was 'Diametric.' The piece I'm creating, which I still feel might be far too ambitious for my abilities, is a single piece, but it can also be split up, creating three distinct pieces. In this way, I'm able to negate the missing art piece that would have been May's and even add one to my count. I'm gaming the system, folks.

I meant to spend my Sunday doing so much more, but I drew for hours and hours after the stream ended. I neglected to do the mopping because of the time I spent drawing (though I did get my other chores done). I forgot about eating breakfast. Oops. It was so nice to just sit and paint. And, it means that I'm well ahead of where I ought to be with this piece, so I can work on other projects in the time I have allotted for it in the evenings. Which is good, because I have so many ideas.

Right, now it's off to practice my guitar.

​Ciao!