As is usual, I'm not making resolutions, but looking at the year past and considering how I did on my plans I had then, as well as considering what to do this year.
I love the writer storyline on Fresh off the Boat, and I think we can all relate to Jessica's freak out and desire to leave projects unfinished. The start of something new and shiny is so fun! But, why not set yourself up for success in 2020? Check out these resources! While all of them are great for solo activities, they can also be used in writing groups to help guide workshops.
It's that time of year again--time to consider what I've gotten done in 2019 and to plan on what's next.
One of my goals in 2020 is to venture out of the house more, especially when it comes to attending events like the 3rd South Arkansas Literary Festival. That got me to thinking--what other events are there for writers and readers in Arkansas in 2020?
I am sure I probably missed some, but here's my list so far:
Note that in addition to the above listed festivals that The Writer's Colony at Dairy Hollow in Eureka Springs not only offers fellowships and residencies, but they also host regular Poetluck and other events. Also, the Hemingway-Pfeiffer Museum and Educational Center in Piggott also hosts various retreats and educational opportunities.
Let me know if I missed a festival or important event you know about!
In honor of my upcoming 50th, I have put all of my novels (in eBook form) on sale for 50% off. This deal will last through 11/14 and beyond, so if you are in the market for a vampire-voodoo binge read or want to snag Elegant Freefall or Homecoming at 1/2 price, get to buying!
In addition, all of my back catalog has been updated in formatting and EVERYTHING will be in Kindle Unlimited for the rest of the year.
I also recently did an author profile interview over at Authorvoices.com. You can check that out here.
Around September, I tend to start thinking about doing yoga. It's like some magic switch I think will make my getting another year older in November less painful, somehow. Of course, a few years ago, I was doing yoga most days and went to that writing retreat where I slept on a fold out bed after riding a Greyhound bus (and before riding it again) and sat on the floor a good bit, as there weren't seats for everyone, and I was one of the younger participants. After a couple of days of that, I then slept in the old bed in my old room. I got back to Kansas City and put my back out putting my pants on a few days later.
Yoga didn't save me. Just goes to show you can't control everything.
I've been busy, but I also had some things I was finished with that I couldn't actually talk about. Read further for a June/July roundup.
From the bus stop at the end of each school day, my older sister, Renee, would run down our gravel driveway yelling “keep up!” over her shoulder as she sped away from me. Inevitably, I would fall down, my metal Raggedy Ann lunchbox skittering across the gravel, my knees red and raw. In my mind, she was running away from me, but in hers, she was blazing the trail ahead of me.
As someone who works at home and lives in a small town, I often seek out situations online where I can be part of a community of like-minded folk who are also involved in the business of writing and reading. What I find, though, is that often these interactions create more anxiety and distraction than if I just hide in my bubble.
This is the state I've been in for a while now. I'm literally 1/2 way through two completely unrelated novel manuscripts, I still find myself looking at job ads that come across my virtual desk and think "I could probably get that job," and I keep thinking that I should start working in earnest on the non-fiction project(s) I've been putting off. Time to set up some concrete goals and get back to work.