Caddy Rowland's Blog: Writer of Fiction, Painter of Life and Energy, page 29

We have company coming Saturday. I am really looking forward to seeing them! They are family, and I love them dearly. However, that means we need to clean. Sigh. I have to tell you, I HATE to clean. I don't like a mess, but I don't mind dirt (when it is mine).

You know how people say "I'm not dirty, I am just messy." Well, that is the opposite here. We are not messy. You won't find a bunch of stuff laying all over in our house (except for my office, where chaos reigns). But you will find dust. Plenty of it. Why? Because we hate to clean.

I was feeling sorry for myself today, realizing that tonight and tomorrow night will be at least partially spent doing the dreading deed. Cleaning. Then, I realized something that I hope I can keep from forgetting for awhile.

Yesterday morning I was scared sh**less. You see, the evenng before, I had heard from the surgeon who had performed a lumpectomy on my right breast about 1 1/2 years ago. The gamma imaging I had done last week came back showing some little tiny specks that were of concern. She wanted me back in the morning for ultrasound.

Now, to most of you, that probably does not sound like anything to get real upset about. But, the last time I had been told of "little tiny specks" from a mammogram they had turned out to be cancer.

Wednesday, I did not tell my husband right away. We had plans to go see the exhibit "1968" at the Minnesota History Museum. He had worked hard all day, and I wanted him to have a nice time that night. Worrying that cancer has redeveloped in your wife does not exactly make the mood enjoyable. I did my crying without him around, reapplied make up, and off we went.

By the time we got back to the car, I could be strong no longer. I told him, sobbing the whole time. The rest of the night, we tried to stay upbeat and positive, but it was not easy.

The next morning I went in. I am happy to say that the doctor said they were probably ducts with debris in them, she did not feel they were cancer. She did not even feel a biopsy was necessary. Just to be extra cautious, I will return in six months for another ultrasound. It is good to be extra cautious.

During the time of worry, I wondered if I would live long enough to see my grandson, Gideon, walk. Would I end up sick soon, and not even be able to finish all of the books I wanted to write? The paintings dancing in my head, were they going to stay a dream?

Now, I am blessed with knowing that is not the case at all, barring something else that can happen to anyone. The fear is gone and life goes on. However. Today-just now-when I was feeling depressed about cleaning I remembered something else. I remembered when I did have cancer. Back then, I thought that if I could be cured of cancer, even cleaning the toilet would not seem bad. How wonderful it would be, I thought, to just do normal things that need to be done and not feel fear!

I can do that now. I need to remember how very, very lucky I am that I can dust and clean without wondering if it is the last time. Life, after all, is made up of the little things. Even though some of those little things might not be fun, they are part of the experience of being here. Dear God, help me remember that. I am so grateful to clean, after all.

If you have not started reading indie authors on your e-reader, now is the time to start.  You will find an amazing inventory of e-books out there and the price is definitely right!

Most indies price books for less than $5.00.  How many other things give your hours of enjoyment for under $5.00?  A movie costs more and is over in two hours.  Plus, they gouge you for the popcorn and use "butter" that is closer to a clear car oil.

In this economy I can't think of a better value than an ondie book.  True, some are written poorly or formatted poorly...but the vast majority of them are done well.  Plus, you can usually read a free sample of their book online at the website you are buying from.  That gives you a head's up on whether or not they formatted the book decently, spelled words right, etc.

If you are writing off indie authors because you think they are rejects who can't get a contract with a major publisher, think again.  Many of them would rather do their own thing, and some have turned down contracts!

Think about it.  All authors are "new" at the beginning. Now, new authors are simply going indie because the opportunity is there. They save valuable time by doing so...instead of waiting for months to hear from publishers that their book is good, but does not fit the market right now.  Huh?  Do they really think that people only want to read about vampires? 

Nothing against vampires, but I believe most people like some variety in their lives.  Give the indies a shot.  A book for, say, $2.99 is not a huge investment.  You just might find some new favorite authors!

I know there is supposed to be a "formula" for writing romance.  I also know there is a certain percentage of readers that get real upset when that formula is not followed.  However, I suspect that most people get tired of the same situations occurring over and over.  We get bored enough with real life.  Does a genre have to be the same way?

Here are some of the things I am really tired of in romance novels:

1. One is poor and the other is rich.  Yawn.  How many times has that happened now in fiction? 

2. The man finds the woman attractive and forces himself on her against her will.  By some strange force outside herself, she loves it and falls completely in love with him.  Yeah.  Right.  I have been almost raped.  Gotta tell ya, love is not a word that entered my mind then, nor does it now when I think of the man (actually, he was a boy.  I was a teenager).  Sorry.  It does not happen.  Hey, he was gorgeous.  Just like in the books!  What was wrong with me that I did not become "smitten"?!

3. Every single sex scene in the book is the same.  Hey, if we wanted that, we would have sex with our partners of twenty years instead of reading!  Can't they mix it up a little bit?  Honestly, the authors who do that must either have no sex life (no surprise) or be in dire need of couples therapy.

4. Boring, wimpy sex scenes.  This is not 1950.  It is not "his sword of love" nor is it her "secret place" anymore.  True, I may write more graphic than some would like, but at least my readers won't go to sleep.  Turn up the heat or go write childrens books.  You don't have to be blatantly graphic, but get with the times. Even writing historical romance, you need to use up to date descriptions.  Your characters may talk sixteenth century, but the descriptions should use words we use now.  He has a cock, not a "male appendage".

5. Historical novels where all of the men care about what a woman thinks and if she enjoys sex. Men did not care back then.  Women were not supposed to like sex. It was considered a fact. If your hero actually wants to make them like it, make it obvious that this is unusual!  Otherwise, it is not "historical" fiction, it is just fiction.  That can be something that makes your hero special, but it should not be a given that he acts that way.  It does not read true.

6.  My number one irritant?  Using the word "throbbing" to descibe the man's penis.  Once is ok.  But if your man has anything that throbs on him repeatedly, he has either had it slammed in a door, or he has an awful disease.  Have you ever seen one actually throb?  Seriously?

Would love to hear from you what things you think are over used in romances.  Pet peeves, anyone?

I have had the pleasure of getting to know Selina over the past few weeks and am amazed at how much we have in common.  Here we are on opposite sides of the globe, but still there is a connection.  Sebrina was kind enough to let me interview her so that you know a little more about someone who may end up being one of your favorite new authors.  Let's get on with it!

Selina, welcome to Writer of Ficiton, Painter of Life and Energy. Congratulations again on being one of the October IndieRockStars. That is very cool. Let's talk a little bit about how you became an author, your book, and you. First of all, I am curious as to what made you personally decide to write your first book, why you decided to go "indie", and when the first book went "live".Thank you for inviting me to your blog. I was so excited to be voted an Indie Author Rockstar! My first book, Memory's Wake, has been out since July 2011. I'm not sure why I first decided to write a book, but I can remember when I decided that I wanted to write a GOOD book. The story for Memory's Wake has been floating around in my head since high school days, where I was really into comics. I was going to write the story as a comic book and then illustrate it myself, and wrote up a script of the story but never got past that point. The story stayed with me, and a few years later I fleshed out the script into a novella, so that I'd have something a little more finished. I didn't do anything with it after that for a long time, and when I came back to it I had a much greater appreciation of the skills needed for good writing and storytelling, and frankly, the novella version was awful! That's when I decided that I still loved the characters and basic story enough to write a novel based on them, and that I wanted to make it a good one. I started again from scratch, keeping just the few parts of the story that were special to me and creating a new, better story around them.
Once I had done that, I found myself to be a person with a novel, and not sure what to do about it! I decided I would try the traditional approach to publishing, and made the plan that I would dedicate all of 2011 to finding an agent and publisher for my book. I got married in February, and in March I fell pregnant. I decided then that the traditional approach was just going to take too long, and I wanted to share my story with the world before my baby came along. While I had been researching ways to get published, I had been reading a lot about modern self publishing and it seemed like a great path to take. I got Memory's Wake released into the world by July, and I'm really enjoying the good response it's getting. I didn't think I'd be at this point, but I'm even hoping to have a second title released before the baby is born, but with just a couple of weeks left now it's going to be close!

Congratulations on your upcoming new arrival! That has to be way more exciting than your first book. Do you know the sex? Do you have a name picked out?

It is exciting and daunting. I haven't got much experience with babies so it's hard to know what to expect. We're waiting to find out the gender at the birth, so we've picked a girl's name and a boy's name. Keeping them quiet for now, but I can say they are both from Greek mythology.

Is your upcoming book going to be a continuation of Memory's Wake, making it into a series? Or are you branching out with a whole new story?
My new novella is something entirely different. It's a modern paranormal/superhero style romance story that I wanted to write for some fun before getting into the much more complicated sequel for Memory's Wake. I do have a book two and three planned for Memory's Wake where the story really becomes epic, and will hopefully be writing and releasing both next year.

As a new author, what advice would you give other people who are thinking about writing their first book, but then that self doubt comes in?

The best advice is to just do it. Once you get started, if you've got friends, or even better a critique partner, that you can share the story with chapter by chapter as you write, they make great incentive to keep the writing momentum up and keep going until the end. They'll want to know what happens and become your cheer squad!

What do you think are the five most important things a new author has to "take care of" to give them the best chance at success?

Quality, quality, quality… you get the picture. For every part of their writing, an author needs to strive for the best quality, whether it's in the story itself, the painting of the characters, the voice, or technical stuff like punctuation, spelling and grammar (yes there are editors, but it's also still an author's responsibility). For those seeking traditional publishing, you've got to be at a level of quality up above the rest to be noticed. For those self publishing, quality is at least as important if not more, because every sale you make and how seriously you are taken depends on the quality of everything you do, from writing to presentation of the book and yourself as an author.

By the way, my African Grey parrot, Melanie and my White Capped Pionus Parrot, Kazoo were excited to learn that you are also owned by a parrot. They want to tell your Rainbox Lorikeet hello, and also tell it to have patience with you. Humans, they say, take a lot of training. They would like to know it's name. Melly thinks she would be a better writer than me, and with her voacabulary, I sometimes think she might be right. Does your lorikeet sit with you while you write?

Jed, (our Red-necked Lorikeet), doesn't have quite the vocabulary that Melly has, but is always happy to give input anyway. His normal comment is "It's OK, matey." I'm not sure yet whether he's being encouraging or condescending.

Selina, let's talk a little bit about you as a person now. Tell me, what about life never fails to make you laugh?

Funny cats on the internet (either LOLcats or videos). In fact, not just cats, but almost any humour site. Something I love about the internet is that no matter how I'm feeling I can find a website full of content that will soon have me laughing till I cry.

What has surprised you about life that you were not expecting that is good?

I'm going to be cheesy and say my husband. Like a lot of people I went through a long run of being single or having short, bad relationships and I reached that point where you think you'll never find "the one". And then I did, just like that. At a bar no less, we just saw each other, went up and talked to each other, and I think we both knew right away.

How about same thing, but bad?

I had a run in with cancer a couple of years ago, which was a surprise to everyone (breast cancer at 26, non smoker with no family or genetic history). Short story is it was caught early, treated with all the best treatments, and hopefully I'll be all clear for life (assuming it was some wacky fluke). It certainly was a major life experience though, bad in lots of ways, but also good in some.

What do you enjoy doing besides writing?

I'm also a visual artist (you can see my artwork at http://www.selinafenech.com) and I love anything in the fantasy genres which is what I paint and write. My next biggest love is food. I can always get excited about food, whether it's a humble cheeseburger, or a decadent degustation menu. I love cooking, and recently even took the step of purchasing an entire black truffle to cook with at home. Pricey, but I don't regret the purchase one bit! One of my greatest joys in life is discovering and trying types of food I've never seen or eaten before.


Finally, let's play the old genie in a bottle game. You get 3 wishes. They can't be general wishes, like "peace on earth", or all disease cured. They are wishes for personal, material things. What three things would you wish for?

I'm not much into material things, but I can still make some self serving wishes! The first is a no brainer- a healthy, happy baby. Second, I'd wish to remain cancer free for the rest of my life. I'm expecting to, but like any cancer survivor, it's always going to be a fear in the back of your mind. The third… now I'm running out of ideas. Maybe the metabolism of a teenager so I can keep eating whatever I wanted without always fighting back the weight gain!

Any last things you would like to tell people about you or your writing?

Just that I hope people will try out my book and enjoy it. The thing I love most about being a writer, and artist, is sharing my work with other people and hearing what they think.

Thank you Caddy for having me on your blog! I've enjoyed your questions, and can't wait to read Melly's first book!

Here is Selina's contact information (places to buy her book are listed on her sites):

Twitter-http://twitter.com/selinafenech
Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/selinafenechart
Main website- http://www.selinafenech.com
Memory's Wake - Illustrated Fantasy Novel by Selina Fenech-http://www.memoryswake.com

Some of you know me, most of you don't. Those who do, know that my husband (Dave) and I are childless by choice. We have been married since high school and I am now 56. I can honestly say that we have never regretted that decision for one minute. We still don't.

However, on August 20th, 2011 something happened to change my world. Our friends (and next door neighbors) had a son. His name is Gideon.  The first time I saw him, I fell in love.  So completely, unconditionally in love that I felt my heart break a little bit with the enormity of it.

I have always liked babies.  We did not decide not to have children because we don't like them.  We just did not want children as a constant in our lives.  This time around, it was just about Dave and I.  But, I did hold and play with other peoples babies and children. 

As we got into our 30's and then our 40's the children of our peers grew up.  It did not hit me that there was not going to be an endless stream of babies available in my life.  Then, I was 50 and all of a sudden I realized that I would not get so many opportunities to hold an infant again; watch a child grow.

Shon and Jen moving next door has been a blessing.  We love them dearly. They are not only great friends, but great neighbors. And, as most of you probably know, great neighbors can be hard to come by.  People say you can't pick your family. Well, I've got news for you.  You can't pick your neighbors, either.  Not unless you move.  And in this economy...well...if you are lucky you have neighbors like ours.

So, Shon and Jen had a baby.  They named him Gideon.  As I said, I fell in love.  When Shon asked if we wanted to be called Grandma and Grandpa, a whole new world opened.  His other sets of grandparents live out of state.  We are right here, and everyone can use as much love as they can get.  Of course I said "YES!!!"  I was worried at first that the "real" grandparents would be upset.  Shon and Jen say they won't be, and I hope that is true for the other grandparents.  I guess if they are upset, I could understand in a way.  But, then I would just know that having two more people that love that boy could never be a bad thing.

Jen and I have gone to lunch a couple of times with Gideon.  Afterwards, we go to Grandma's and hang out.  I have babysat a few times, too.  Last night, we had him here for 4 hours.  I held him for the whole time, except for about 45 minutes.  He was so good!

Me.  This woman who loves avant garde art, odd novels and films, extreme ideas...I have been mesmerized by the tiny fingers and toes of a little boy.  By the toothless grin that he now does when he sees himself in a mirror.  He almost turned over last night while on the floor...and he can't even hold his head up yet!  Is this normal, or is he advanced for his age?  Yeah, I know.  Like every parent and grandparent, I assume he is more special than normal.

Just the thought of him makes me cry.  I am crying now.  Funky, irreverent Caddy, offering her heart raw, on a platter to Gideon, for him to cherish or break  Someday, he may no longer even like me.  But, that is the beauty of love.  It is not guaranteed.  Because of that, when you recieve it, it is powerful and special.  No matter what, I will always love him.
If anyone, EVER did something to hurt him, I would hunt them down, filet them and eat them for dinner.  Take that as a warning.  You don't want to mess with "my" Gideon!

Last night, I just sat and held him, staring at him the whole time, inhaling that sweet smell of baby that all too soon will be a faded memory.  He held my finger for over an hour. I am going to get every baby smell, every moment that I can with this child. Because now, at 57, I understand that the precious gift of new life only enters your life a small number of times.  This time, I am going to make it fully count, in case there is never a next time.

    Today, I am going to rant.  This is something that really bugs me and so, here we go.  Today is the day on my blog site.
   We all know about the thoughtless aholes who ignore signs and keep their cell phones on during movies, plays, and other public performances.  We have all witnessed parents in grocery stores, obviously still in work clothes, with children in tow but yakking senseless things on their cell phones ("Are we going to get together for a movie soon?"  "Do you really think I should have bought those jeans?"), while the children try in vain to get a few moments of their attention. Yeah, we are all familiar with those instances.
   But, you know what really irritates me?  Friends (or relatives for that matter) who set a date to go to lunch or dinner with me, and then proceed to take phone calls from anyone who calls; like it is going to impress me and the rest of the restaurant patrons that they are so popular!  She/he MUST be a celebrity!
   Before you jump down my throat, I get that emergencies come up.  You also get, however, that I am not talking about emergencies here. I am talking about the fact that I took time away from writing, or from my husband, my parrots, my life to-guess what-be with that friend! My time is no more or less valuable than theirs. I wanted to be with them and thought they wanted to be with me.
   Yet, they have no problem answering their phone in the middle of our conversation and holding another conversation, or repeatedly texting.  Even answering the phone is rude.  Turn the damn thing off for a couple of hours, unless you truly have someone ill or something. 
   I don't care if they have children or husbands.  Unless the children are at the age where they are supposed to report their whereabouts, they don't need to have a parent at their constant beck and call. And, if they do need to call and report their whereabouts, they should be taught that the only reason to call is that.  Seriously, at some point children need to realize that parents do have a life besides catering to them.  It will not kill a child to have to wait two hours to ask if they can take swim lessons, or can they get a new Ipad, etc.  Is it so awful to teach children that the whole world does not exist simply to cater to them? Does your thirty year old have to have immediate access to your ear for the rest of your life?
   The same goes for husbands.  Come on, men.  Give up the power trip. Do you really have to call you wife while she is at dinner with a friend?  Do you think you could possibly wait to ask about plans for the weekend or what is for dinner tomorrow night?  I mean, can't you tell other people who may be asking that your wife is out with a friend and you will check with her when she gets home? One called to tell my friend he would be working when she got home, so she should not disturb him.  How about a note when she walks in the door?  Or, is it ok for you to disturb your wife at dinner, because it is only you who should not be disturbed?
   Why do people think they have to get immediate answers when they have a question?  I mean, really, if a person can't wait until I get home to get my answer or to have a conversation with me, then I don't mean that much to them.  Truly, I would be better off without them, because my greatest worth to them must be that I will jump to make their every question and request my immediate priority.
   But the worst is friends who talk and text to friends on the phone while sitting with me at dinner.  Is that conversation more important than ours?  Why did you not go to dinner with them, then? If I am not worth a couple of hours of your attention (I considered you worth that), then let's end the friendship. I have many friends who do value me, and a ton of things to get done, just like everyone else.
   You know what I am goig to start doing? I am going to start bringing a book along  The next time someone at dinner answers their phone and starts talking, I will get the book out.  When they are done and hang up, I am going to hush them when they stoop low enough to finally talk with me.  "Please," I will say, "let me get to the end of the chapter first."  How do you think that will go over?  Isn't it kind of the same thing?
   Why have cell phones made us treat the people right in front of our eyes so very poorly?  Life is going on right in front of these cell phone junkies, but they are so busy talking on their phone to someone they can't see that they don't realize it. 
   All kinds of books make best seller lists about simplifying your life.  People pay top dollar to figure out ways to do it.  Here is how you can do it.  For free.  Turn off your computer.  Turn off your cell phone.  Pay attention to the people with you this instant.  Love them.  Listen to them. And check your messages later.
   If the people who called or emailed you really like you, they will leave a message. They will be just as happy to talk to you later as they would have been had you rudely disrespected the person with you at dinner. If there aren't any messages or emails, then either no one had anything important to say, or you don't have any real friends, after all.

What a day this has been.  As a writer, I try to keep my emotions under control.  I tell myself that one person loving my book does not make it a classic, and that one person hating my book would not make it trash that should not have been published.  Sometimes, I  almost succeed.

It is hard to not take things personally, because when you write a novel, you put time, heart, and soul into the work.  The book becomes a part of you.  The same is also true for painting.  Therefore, I have two things I can fixate on, worrying about if they are not "good enough" or if people will "hate" me. 

Why do I even paint or write?  Well, because I have to.  Because I know deep inside that I love the things I create, even if no one else were to.  But, still.  Back and forth those emotions go.

Today, I spoke to my older brother.  Last week he loved my book.  This week, after finishing it, he was not sure.  There are so very graphic, emotionally exhausting parts to my book.  Some of it is hard to read.  But, I am told, all of it is compelling.  He could not put the book down.  That is a good sign. 

Not every read is supposed to be "happy". I want to make people feel.  I guess I am doing that.  I hear over and over that people can't put it down, and that they cannot get Gastien out of their mind once they are done.  Gastien becomes real for them.

Still, I was worried about my brother's response.  Maybe the book sucked.  I am waiting for several reviews from "reviewers" and I have been scared.  This is all new to me.  Today, the first review came in.  I was almost afraid to open the email.

4 Stars!  She said 4/5 actually.  She said she loved the book!  My emotions are back on top again-just like a manic depressive.  Here is her review, if you want to read it: https://www.facebook.com/Bookiesfan  She also made it her "WOW Wednesday" book.  I am blessed, at least in this instant.

So, are writers neurotic?  In short, yes.  Definately, yes.

Fear is a funny thing.  It can cripple you, yet it can make you do a better job.  We all feel fear.  Fear of illness, fear of losing someone or not being loved, fear of taking that first step toward doing something you always wanted to do, but...well...you are afraid you aren't good enough.

This week is a week of fear for me.  Since having had breast cancer, I have mammograms every 6 months for awhile.  In addition, I have a gamma x-ray coming up this week.  Today was the mammogram, Thursday the gamma.
Just when one forgets they had cancer, an appointment reminds them.

I tried to pretend these appointments this week did not bother me.  Still, inside, I was worried.  What if they find it again?  How will I go through more of that?

The same thing use to happen whenever I thought about writing a novel.  What if I couldn't write a whole novel?  What if I did and no one bought it?  Worse yet, what if people bought it and hated it?

Same with painting.  I was always convinced I was not "good enough", even though others in my life had repeatedly told me that I was.  Finally, about 10 years ago, I picked a brush back up.  I started doing something I should have always done.  I painted.

I got breast cancer about 1 1/2 years ago, and that taught me that the time for anything a person really wants is now.  Now is all you are guaranteed.  So, once I got through the radiation, I started to write.

I write and I paint.  Some days, I still feel fear.  It does not matter how many people say they love my book.  When someone says they didn't so much, I am afraid I wrote a bad book, after all.  Then I swallow that fear and just let it be there.  Why? 

Because I have decided to live with fear when it comes. Trying to make it go away just makes it worse.  So, I let the fear just be there.  I don't dwell on it.  I don't panic.  I give it the finger and get on with what I love to do.  Write.  Paint. Enjoy friends and family. Enjoy my parrots. 

My mammogram today came back fine.  Everything is normal.  I am still scared of Thursday.  That's ok.  I don't let it cripple me, but I don't deny that I feel afraid, either.

I have learned that some fear is good for us.  Without fear, we  become complacent.  Asky any performer about fear.  They will tell you that if you don't feel some fear before performing, you are going to perform flat.  Fear motivates us to do better. 

I have some book reivews coming up.  I am a little afraid.  I am completing book 2, and there is the fear that people will be disappointed.  I am writing book 3, and I hear the voice of fear telling me that people will tire of my story.  Too bad, I say.  Check out my middle finger.  I am not tired of my story, and so I am going to tell it.  Even if, some days, I am afraid.

As promised, here is a great guest blog by one of the two reigning October Indie AuthorRockstars, Ty Hutchinson. Thanks for writing this, Ty. I agree with your thoughts on this.

Ty's bio will follow after the blog:

 "You Have To Work Hard If You Want To Make
You know that feeling you get when your books are selling thousands of copies a day? Yeah you do. It usually hits when you're waking up because you know you just sold a whole bunch of books while you were snoozing. Making money while you sleep, isn't that the American dream? If you don't know that feeling, join the club.
Now don't get down on yourself because you probably experienced something similar. It was the day you woke up and saw your first sale. Didn't that feel great? Didn't you pat yourself on your back? Hell, I did.  As far as I was concerned, the floodgates had just opened and sales were on their way.  Of course, for most of us, that flood was more like a trickle.
Most of us will start with a dribble of sales. But if you work hard, really hard, you can increase the flow. How do I know? I don't really. But that's what I'm doing and let me tell you, that dribble is slowly getting bigger. That's all I need to keep going. And that's all you should need to keep going. So long as you see progress and you know you're giving it all you got, you have to keep going.
Everyone likes to think they're talented but the truth is, very few of us have real talent. I'm talking about the kind of talent that lives within a prodigy. That is talent. Where you don't have to try hard at all to succeed. Do you have that type of talent? I'll go out on a limb here and answer for you. No. Like I said, very few people have real, honest talent. Luckily for the rest of us, there's hard work. It's the other viable route to success.
Believe it or not, not everyone tries hard. Some people strive to do what others are doing. Why? Because that's what everyone is doing. Think about it. If everyone is doing the same thing or same amount of work, that becomes the average, right? If you strive to do what everyone else is doing, than theoretically, you're striving for average. Therefore your results will be average. I know, I know, you're probably saying this is voodoo science and part of it is, but you get what I'm saying.
But if you try just a little bit harder than everyone else, even just ten percent more, well guess what? You're now in above average land. You know what comes with being above average? That's right, above average returns.
So lets recap. To make it in this business, you have to work really hard. You must strive to get better and be above average (Remember it's only 10% more than what everyone else is doing). Believe in yourself because in order for others to believe in you, you have to believe. Lastly, enjoy the ride.
I've seen people practice this advice in various fields of work and succeed. I've seen people ignore this advice and fail. Writing novels is just another field. Don't get precious about it. We're not curing cancer. We're just imagining shit. That's all.
Ty Hutchinson Bio
I've been in advertising for twenty-something years. It's a very fun business that I continue to work in. Recently, I thought it might be fun to write a book. I was right. The result was my debut novel, Chop Suey. I'm fast at work on the second book, where we continue to follow the misadventures of Darby Stansfield. When I'm not busy solving clients brand problems or writing, you'll find me traveling the world, playing video games, eating, reading and exploring SF's Chinatown.
Chop Suey is available at Amazon, B&N and iTunes. You can also pick up my psychological short thriller, The Perfect Plan. It's free right now at the same locations.
Stalk me at the following places:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tyhutchinson.author
Blog: http://tyhutchinson.wordpress.com/
Twitter: @latersbra



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Boy, did I need a break by Friday.  I had been heavily into the final touches of my second book, Gastien Part 2: From Dream To Destiny, and I was mentally exhausted.  I love being an indie writer, but doing the jobs of a half dozen people (writing, marketing, formatting, bookeeping, editing, etc) is sometimes mind numbing!

So I took the afternoon off.  I did what almost every female on the planet loves to do.  I shopped.  I mean, really shopped. By myself.  It was so much fun!  Now I have a new fall wardrobe and a new attitude. 

Things are starting to come into my mind regarding Book 3.  I am excited to get back to finishing up what needs to be done to Book 2.  That, however, will wait until Tuesday.

It is Minnesota and the temperature has been over 80 degress every day this week. It is supposed to last through tomorrow.  My husband has tomorrow off.  So, we are playing all weekend!

Yesterday we visited two apple orchards, stocking up for the cold months. We also gave a couple a ride home to Minneapolis (about 30 miles from the orchard) that had lost their car key and did not know how they would get back home to get another car and key. We went out for pizza with friends.

Today is football for Dave and being lazy for me...then we will go outside and play some more until dark.  A zoo?  The deck? A hike? The possibilites are calling.  As long as it involves outside, it will be considered.

Same thing tomorrow.  More outside, please!  I hate Minnesota winters! Therefore, I  will suck up every nice moment of this weekend that I can. 

When I go back at it on Tuesday, I will be outside on my laptop. I work out on the deck whenever I can.  Discipline is important being a writer, but now I have learned that play is, too. Because I have played, I am refreshed and ready to enter Gastien's world again.  I love him every much...but, sometimes, girls just wanna have fun!