I survived surgery (so I’m not writing from beyond the grave. Sorry, enemies).
It wasn’t even touch-and-go, minus a very brief allergic reaction that was handled back in PACU with an enormous dose of Benadryl (and some Versed to try to make me forget about it – I didn’t, though, because aspiration happens to be something people tend to remember). To be honest, a surgery that very easily could have killed me most likely just saved my life, and depending upon what my doctor says in early December, I may actually have the chance to lead a healthier life.
What I don’t seem to be surviving, however, is NaNoWriMo.
I spoke about NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month, in my previous blog. Between November 1st and 30th, writers from around the world come together in an effort to write 50,000 words each. Some of those writers succeed within the first week, set down their laptops, and go on with their lives. I’ve had that happen to me before, and I’ll be truthful: it’s way more fun to knock it all out in seven days.
But that is not what is happening this year.
Not only has surgery thrown me for a giant loop (my head is fuzzy, my vision is still a bit cloudy, and sitting up is painful), but I’ve changed my NaNo idea three times. Yes, three times. It’s evolved from a collection of humorous short stories – a follow-up to Shattered – to a science fiction thriller about the end of the world to… well, to this:
(Ignore the somewhat crappy text. I’m working on the book, not the cover art!)
Finally, I have a new novel that I’m excited to write. The ideas are clicking, and yesterday, I was able to put 3000 words onto the page. This is a solid idea, and I’m not changing my mind. I lost 13 days of writing to indecisiveness, but that’s the price you pay as a writer. Sometimes, you have to write utter shit to get to the heart of what you really want to do and say.
Here’s the blurb for The Girl with the Blue Violin:
A pastor with the perfect life and family. A young girl, mute and broken on the stairs of his church, clutching nothing but a blue violin. Can he keep her safe before the demons from her past come back to claim her?
The fun thing about writing a mystery/thriller is that, even though I know where I’m taking this story, I still have NO idea where this story is going to take me. Will this random girl be saved? Will she die? Who has harmed her? Is she even telling the truth?
I don’t know. That’s part of the mystery for the characters to help me solve. And I’m excited to see what develops.
Speaking of the price you pay for things…
Beginning Wednesday, November 22nd, 2017, ALL digital copies of Shattered: Memoirs of an Amnesiac will be going on sale for $1.99! Sales have been steady, and since people have been rewarding me with their kind words and shared stories, I wanted to drop the price of the book from $3.99 to $1.99. So if you haven’t read my memoir yet, the time is coming! Please read, review, and feel free to speak up and out about it. I love to hear from readers – some of you have shared some amazing words and stories, and I’m grateful not only for the kindness, but also for the honesty. Thank you for sharing your lives with me, and for placing your trust in me.
For those writing this month for NaNoWriMo (or writing because they want to) – best of luck! Go kick some ass. We’ll celebrate with a coffee later.
Links to purchase/review Shattered: Memoirs of an Amnesiac:
Amazon trade/paper: http://amzn.to/2xS7HO2
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2eYQLBV
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2xwi370