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Wednesday, November 19, 2014
BS!!!!!! 2014
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| Subject | Pep Talk from Brandon Sanderson |
The toughest moment in my writing career came in 2002. I had just finished my 12th novel, but so far hadn’t been able to sell a single one of the things. Earlier that year, I had been rejected by all 13 MFA programs I’d submitted to.
I’ve had my fair share of ups and downs since—including books that topped the bestseller list and others that crashed and burned—but no moment in my life has been more poignant than sitting with the latest in what seemed like an endless stack of unsold novels, wondering what I was doing with my life.
What I didn’t know was that the process had already begun—the spark had dropped onto the grass, and a fire was smoldering that would change my life forever. A year earlier, in 2001, I’d submitted my sixth book to an editor. Eight months had passed with no communication, other than a short follow-up I’d sent about three months after the submission. (The editor replied that he’d gotten the manuscript, but said nothing else.)
That book, Elantris, was still sitting on the editor’s desk. He hadn’t looked at it. He wouldn’t until April 2003, after which he’d call me in a frenzy after reading all night, demanding to know if the manuscript was still available. He made an offer on the spot.
But in 2002, I sat there, contemplating my future with despair, completely unaware that within months I’d have a major book deal. Ultimately, I shook off the discouragement and started work on my 13th novel. But I do sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I’d given up, moved on, then gotten that phone call eight months later with an offer from an editor.
You could be writing the book that changes your life. You could have already submitted it, or self-published it. The spark could be starting a fire for you as well. You don’t know, and you can’t know. That is the thrill of being an artist, of working for yourself, and of telling the stories you want to tell.
Don’t give up. Keep your eyes on the project you’re working on right now, and make it the best that it can be. More importantly, love that process. In the end, that’s what made me stand up and get back to work on book 13: the realization that I loved telling stories. No stack of unpublished novels, no matter how high, would change my enjoyment of this process—no more than a finished set of dives would make a scuba enthusiast feel discouraged about diving again.
Maybe that fire has been sparked for you, and you don’t know it. But even if it hasn’t been, you should write as if it has. Because this thing you’re doing isn’t about publication, bestseller lists, or reviews. It’s about you, your story, and the victory inherent in completion.
Brandon Sanderson is the author of the Stormlight Archive, Mistborn, and the final books of the Wheel of Time series, among many others.
Link to this or read more author pep talks.
BOX 2014
IT IS AMAZING HOW WORDS ARE USED IN
THE CYBER WORLD.
THE CYBER WORLD.
THEY WILL TAKE A LIFE OF THEIR OWN IF
YOU SPEAK
TOO READILY- ANY TIME, ANY WHERE.
YOUR WORDS WILL
BE SHARED, RETWEETED,
BOOKMARKED, AND FAVORITED.
BE SHARED, RETWEETED,
BOOKMARKED, AND FAVORITED.
IT IS A LITTLE CREEPY HOW INTIMATE
DETAILS BECOME PROFANE
ONLINE, anyone HAS ACCESS ONCE POSTED.
SHARE WHAT YOU FEEL IS APPROPRIATE.
ONLINE, anyone HAS ACCESS ONCE POSTED.
SHARE WHAT YOU FEEL IS APPROPRIATE.
SOMETIMES I SHARE SHOCKING FACTS ABOUT myself ON SOCIAL MEDIA
BECAUSE BELIEVE THAT THE WEBSITE IS DIVERSE
AND SO OBVIOUS THAT I FEEL
AS THOUGH I AM HIDING IN plain SIGHT!
AND SO OBVIOUS THAT I FEEL
AS THOUGH I AM HIDING IN plain SIGHT!
GENERALLY, I AM FRIENDS WITH my FRIENDS
AND FAMILIAR STRANGERS.
I'M COOL WITH THAT. I PREFER TO RECEIVE
AND FAMILIAR STRANGERS.
I'M COOL WITH THAT. I PREFER TO RECEIVE
ADVICE FROM BOTH
INSIDE and OUTSIDE MY BOX OF LIFE.
INSIDE and OUTSIDE MY BOX OF LIFE.
WHETHER YOU KNOW ME OR NOT, I SHALL
RESPECT YOUR OPINION.
I ASKED FOR IT.
I ASKED FOR IT.
BUT REMEMBER THIS:
YOU MAY mean WELL,
BUT EVEN SOME QUESTIONS ARE MEAN.
-LYDIA JENKINS
NOVEMBER 20, 2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
Sunday 2014
SUNDAY
Yesterday was Incredible!
1st, I got LOST.
Here's a little backstory-
I got up really really early for no reason 400 am.
Snuggled in the warm cocoon of my bed until 530 am.
I had gone to sleep, well, early the night before so I
COULD have gotten up and 4 am with 8 hours of rest.
Anyway, I kind of had a headache.
That is why I decided to BAKE instead of clean.
Couldn't work on my book. My laptop was occupied.
So I made CHEESY BISCUITS. Not enough flour for
a double recipe.
As I stirred a single batch, I thought,
"Gosh, I'll have to take half to boyfriend's house because there isn't enough for my WHOLE family!"
He was coming over AFTER church, but because of the CB
I decided to SURPRISE him by going to see him at his parent's
church. He says it is HIS church too, but we haven't decided where
WE want to go as a couple...
Got lost...
He SAID it was in the SAME building as New Life, but NL told me
it had MOVED to WST.
Guess what WST said...
Nothing.
The parking lot was DESERTED!
I had driven 30 miles out of my way.
I said, "WHAT THE HECK?!!!"
SO.
I went to New Life and had an awesome time seeing old friends <3 <3 <3
Then I went home.
My sweetie was suppose to come by 1 pm.
He was ONE hour LATE.
I had been texting his family all morning and had not heard a PEEP.
I knew he was fine, I KNEW he was in the hand of GOD...
but.................
I began to worry, then fret. Visions of bad things and silly excused swimmed
before my mind's eye. I KNEW he was fine.
I decided that was going to drive to his house and surprise him.
My parents said, "NO."
Went for a walk.
4 cars later my boyfriend comes down the road.
We go out. He came to visit my family, but we need to be alone for a little while.
I was to the point of tears. To be fair, I was quite tired.
We went to the park.
Walked the pier.
Collected shells.
We SAW:
hopping salmon
broken and whole shellshopping salmon
Calm Chilly water
TONS of jellyfish- in AND out of the water!
Many seagulls-
At one point, a dark shadow appeared in the shallows.
It was shocking...I thought it was a tiny whale, he believed it to be a SHARK.
Guess what?

It
was
a
Sea Lion!
We went out for
ice cream <3
There was a local single/double scoop shop right next to the park.
It was sooo yummy!
Then he proposed at my Grandma's house!
She had a ring and we took it with Grateful hearts. ;)
And, well- that was SUNDAY.
Friday, November 14, 2014
534# today's word count 2014
534# today's word count:
PURE WHITE
PLEASE DO NOT COPY WITHOUT PERMISSION. THANKS!
PURE WHITE
PLEASE DO NOT COPY WITHOUT PERMISSION. THANKS!
Dim light could be seen through the lab windows.
Security guards walked their nightly routines, shining flashlights in
nooks, corners, and empty doorways. High voltage weapons hung
casually from each man's hip. The evening was warm. It was a relief
from the intense heat of midday and late afternoon. Summer day-shift
was called Salt Water, something you wanted to cross off your
bucket list!
Todd watched silently from the shadows. As he stood
shifting his molecules in the humid dusk Todd become a
shadow. He narrowed his coal eyes, any stray source of light causing
them to glint from his hiding place in the alley. His skin rose and
fell a sandy gray, blending in with it's surroundings. Todd's skin
constantly changed color and texture, rolling...shifting. His
Talent. He had adopted quickly, loving the ability to go unnoticed.
Contrary to what people saw during class hours at the Rookie
Academy, as a Super Todd valued the Talent of stealth along
side his loud humor. He was good at both. Besides, no one ever saw
it coming- the obnoxious prankster, a Super night snitch.
He waited for the next round of guards to pass, lights
bobbed as they walked, flashing. Todd tensed as one stopped, having
seen something glint against the back of an alley wall. The
stilt house form of a boy stood plastered against the bricks. The
other guard gave his buddy a friendly shove. They moved on, the first
guard grunting as he followed his partner down the road. Another hour
and the pair would be finished for the night. Todd let out a slow
breath, heart pounding in his chest. He was getting sloppy. Either
that, or the guards were becoming better. As the program had
increased in Rookie Supers, more guards had been seen prowling
Academy grounds. Everyone assumed it was crowd control. Not Todd.
They were becoming better. The school had started hiring
better, at least. The new guys were sharp as tacks. Similar to
Shimmer Sabers- the ceremonial light blade. It felt odd to the
young man- queer. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Why hired more
hands with greater skill? As a concerned party and general 'know
it all', Todd had to Know! He was like a Rottweiler- handsome, but
vicious. Possible attack, but highly unlikely. Todd was a snitch. It
came with the territory. These thoughts flashed through his mind as
he moved down the alleyway, avoiding dark puddles. After the first
few sets of soaked shoes, you learned. Todd cautiously peered
around the corner, night vision- another Talent- raking the broad
courtyard for any sign of life. No one about. Good. That would make
his task easier. Most were settling into their beds. Crickets pitched
their whistled tune in the growing dark. Feet trod in the distance,
mutely sounding as old worn boots scuffed against familiar
cobblestones. The teenage boy nodded decisively, quickly advancing
across the courtyard. Todd hunched, hands sprawled high like wings as
he loped toward his target. It was a long stretch. His throat was
dry as he reached the key panel. Licking his thumbs, Todd shifted
and delicately pressed the small cushioned numbers as he typed an
access code he had snitched.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
PURE WHITE nanowrimo 2014
PLEASE DO NOT COPY WITHOUT PERMISSION!!!
THANKS~ LYDIA JENKINS
“What?” Sheile giggled. A loopy grin lit her face.
She peered up at Doc. “Really?”
He shrugged, smiling back. Sheile's hands came
up. Her palms rested on his chest. She leaded in, an impish curl on
her lips. Sheile felt coy as she caressed her doctor, her boyfriend,
smoothing out the fabric of his garment as she teased him. Doc
brought her close, wrapping his arms around the girl. Woman. His
woman. Doc chuckled. Sheile felt the deep vibrations resound in
his broad torso as she stood pressed against his rib-cage, listening
to the doctor's heart. She sagged, relaxing in Doc's warm embrace.
The doctor's body betrayed his arousal as Sheile moaned, content to
stay and snuggle in his strong arms. Doc's mouth slid into the nook
between Sheile's head and shoulders. Mhhm! Sheile gave a
pitched sigh as she was nuzzled. Her shoulders hunched. She gave his
jaw a gentle shove with her own and kissed his cheek. A flush spread
from her face to his and they shared a small laugh. Sheile froze,
looking up suddenly. Eyes wide with intensity, she whispered, “Do
you HEAR that?” He paused. Listened. Leaves rustled, birds
chirped. Students murmured in the distance. Thump thump thump.
Huh.
He breathed out and looked down. Sheile was still tense.
She shifted, focusing her power. The young Super began to glow
faintly, her hair rising as if teased by the wind. Her eyes narrow.
She frowned, scowling.
Just as quickly, she relaxed. Let out a breath. Doc had
been holding his too. The laughter released was nervous this time.
Doc let out a slow chuckled as he repossessed his woman, cradling her
head with one hand as his arm held her tightly. Sheile grunted. Doc
eased up, loosening his grip on the woman he loved. Cherished. Doc would
Protect this treasure with all his Talent. He was a Super. A
minor Super. Doc could teach, but he specialized in medicine. An
alternative.
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