Pockets. (19.3.8)

If there are infinite universes, with infinite combinations of physics and laws of nature, then surely there is one universe improved that there are not only proper pockets in women’s clothing, but also pockets in time where rest can happen without existential dread, missed deadlines, or time passed.

Unfortunately traveling to such a marvelous place is impossible as of yet.

Perhaps, by the time our personal rest pockets arrive, some of this world’s injustices will be no longer.

Brought to you by International Women’s Day, exhausted optimism, and accidentally being on time for a moment.

There are many more serious things wrong in the world than missing pockets. There is more time for seriousness tomorrow.

To all who whose energy is spent surviving, I love you.

Highlights 2018. (19.1.17)

I want to take a second to revel in the small victories. 2018 had several awesome writing moments for me, which was quite affirming. Whether by coincidence or reward, I’ll take it.

Early in the year I was a “slushpile” reader for the WRITE CLUB Contest, and I got to read through all the fantastic 500 word submissions. I was really intrigued to see how the audience interacted with the stories once they were posted. It was a good experience, and a lot of fun.

In April, an excerpt from my 2017 Nanowrimo project was published in the Seattle Erotic Art Festival’s Literary Anthology. I attended the festival and participated in their Wanderlust Poetry tour, where accepted authors were able to see the accepted artwork and write poetry to read during the tour. My poem Confidence Talks, a response to the piece Flauntleroi, was featured on the artist Hooligan Lili’s website.

I made a wholly under-prepared presentation, Talk Sex Positively Now, at Olympic College’s Diversity Conference in June and talked about consent and sex positivity basics. I would love to improve my skills in presentations and preparations, as I enjoyed the opportunity it gave me, but I struggled to pull everything together and make it a worth while conversation.

I participated in the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Contest for the second year. I’ve not made it past the second round, but I’m proud of the stories and ideas I’ve come up with through their prompts. Keep My Memories and Me Too were my 2017 entries.

I attended Willamette Writers Conference in August, did a few pitches, a manuscript critique, and went to as many sessions as I could. As always, it was a wonderful experience. Ijeoma Oluo, Vivek Shraya, and Charlie Jane Anders were amongst the fantastic keynotes, and I was delighted to see more queer authors and diversity topics in the session line ups. I learned a lot from my pitches, and the critique was awesome. I came away with more knowledge and ideas on how to further my writing and my current work in progress.

I got to read Sensational Ailey at Salon of SEAF: Explore Written Erotica. It was a ton of fun visiting their new gallery space and listening to the other author’s readings.

In October, my short story Guard Crow was featured on Not A Pipe Publishing’s website as part of their #TheYearOfPublishingWomen’s short story series. It was an honor to be featured as part of their series, and I encourage you to check out their anthology “Strongly Worded Women: The Best Of the Year Of Publishing Women” which features other’s contributions to the series.

I wrote for NaNoWriMo in November, meeting 50K for the seventh year. (Out of eight but who’s counting 2016?) More on that here.

My year wrapped up with my family buying a house and moving through December, which is unquestionably awesome and lucky.

I’m excited to put more energy toward my writing, and see what I can do in 2019.

Nano 2018. (18.12.3)

NaNoWriMo 2018 ended a week ago, and I’m still tired.

The previous years I’ve written for Nano, I’ve held myself to a very high standard as to how I would count my words. It was all toward one, newly started project, and only words in the manuscript draft itself were counted. All the writing I was doing for school, for other projects, even for the info and notes on the Nano projects weren’t to be included.

This year I was a little more desperate creative with where I counted words.

I didn’t start actually writing until the seventeenth. At that point, I hadn’t even written one full day’s count. Usually when I’m that far behind, I at least had a foundation of words. Not this year.

This year I counted all the words I created in November on my project, one that I’ve now worked on for three years (part of it’s published in This Anthology, which was super exciting!). Notes, editing, internal screaming. Actual drafted materials. The pep talk I wrote myself about making mistakes and giving myself a plan for fixing them later, once the project has actually been created. I counted all those words, all the words I could, and it was still a hellacious slog.

After a few days of catch up, I was overwhelmed and bored and frustrated. I ended up trying to figure out if I could murder a character without drastically changing the actual plot of the project, which did not call for a murder.

It turns out I could figure it out. And that it solved a couple of problems I’d been having with plot holes, motivations, and backstories. I only had to go back fifteen years, invent twelve new characters, take them across the country, and casually change tone from lighthearted danger rebellion to dark, murderous, with extra tasty trauma emotions.

This sideways mutation of my project has been lovingly dubbed Plot Bunny Noir, and made up a majority of the words collected for the month.

I made 50K words on the last day, between all of the pieces related to my project. I took approximately five minutes to feel elated, and then I took a nap while my brain melted.

I’m proud of the writing I did this month. A lot of it will be useful, even and especially some of the plot notes, editing theories, and world building blocks. I ended up solving a lot of issues I’d been having, I managed to survive the word count, and an exhausting time was had by all.

To everyone who participated, you accomplished something awesome*. You have all the permission to be proud of yourselves.

To everyone else, wow what a normal month you must have had. I hope it was a good one.

Everyone should be proud they survived another month, words or no words.

I wish you several good sleeps.

 

Bonus Cool  Shit:

National Novel Writing Month

1,667 Words

*See? Awesome!NaNo-2018-Winner-Badge

Error, Life Space Not Found. (18.6.23)

This week has been incredibly long and tiring. Some awesome things have happened, as well as the simply exhausting things.

Primarily, I attended Olympic College’s 5th Annual Diversity Conference, this year as a presenter myself. It was a great experience, though incredibly nerve wracking and highlighting my incredible skill in procrastination. I promised attendees that I would post slides from my presentation. Yesterday.

So, in keeping with the rest of my current schedule, let’s aim for a nice little reflection and information post next week.

Consider this your teaser post. (I’m considering it hanging onto my weekly post promise to myself a little bit longer.)

Awesome things in the works: (Theoretically, anyway.)

Presentation Reflections,

A few more previously published pieces,

Some awesome short pieces,

and for me, actually working on my novel.

 

From somewhere under the pile of things, Happy Pride!

Warped and lengthened timelines are fine. We can always celebrate cool things.

SEAF Announcement! (18.4.14)

I will have a piece of writing in this year’s Seattle Erotic Arts Festival Literary Anthology!SeeArt_Facebook

It looks like there’s going to be some really amazing artists featured, I’m honored to be included. I’m also very excited to be able to attend the festival and be a part of this awesome event!

There’s more information about the festival through the link below, and I’ll make sure to make more updates if anything particularly exciting or new comes up!

Literary Artists of 2018

UPDATE 4/16:

Find the link to purchase the Anthology for yourself HERE.

On This Beginning. (17.8.26)

(Original About page, the beginning of my work on this website and on taking my writing seriously as a career. Enjoy the rambling pledge I made to myself!)

I am considering this moment a beginning for my writing career. (And I say career with grand optimism.) Perhaps it is only the beginning of this part of what could become my career. It is likely arbitrary. Mainly it is sitting myself down and telling myself that I will take my writing seriously, that I will pursue it, that I will make it a priority in my time. I’ve taken that pledge before, and I’ll take it again whenever necessary.

This moment for me seems like an opportune time for me to solidify that pledge to myself.

I recently graduated from college. Like many people at this stage, I have been in school of various forms for a very long time. And while I was in high school, while I was in community college, while I went through undergraduate studies, I set aside my own writing. I wrote for my classes, I wrote research papers, seminar discussions, study reflections, and very occasionally I would write a journal entry or a short story or a piece of opinion that was my own. My writing oasis during school became NaNoWriMo, the one crazy chaotic month out of the school year that prioritizing my own writing over schoolwork was totally acceptable and expected. It was the reminder of how much I actually did love writing.

Over the last few months since graduation, I’ve been working to get back into the practice of writing something, something of mine, every day. To bring the prioritization and love of writing from November into the everyday. At some point in the process I attended my second writing conference.

The first time I had attended I considered it practice, first experiences, and getting an idea of what I should expect and plan for. This most recent time was still new experiences, I still was unprepared, I still didn’t have writing that was ready, and I still wasn’t ready to attempt any professional networking. Then when I came back from this conference, I was energized to work on my writing, to work on taking my writing seriously, to work on taking myself seriously, and prepare.

That’s still a process I’m working on. I don’t feel professional, I don’t always manage to sit down and write. I get distracted easily. But, I’ve decided these goals are significant and justified, and that I want to pursue them. I want to pursue them now.

This is my starting point.

I hope you’ll join me.