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Work It #14 from A Writer's Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld – Part 4

Work It #14 from A Writer’s Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld

Chapter 14: Relish Revision

Choose a scene or a chapter or a paragraph that is in the first-draft stage (or write a fresh one). You’re going to do three drafts (it’s okay if you break this up over several days). Follow these steps.

  1. Make sure all the elements of a scene are included: The character has an obvious, consistent point of view; your sensory descriptions and imagery show setting and emotion; the action creates a sense of real-time movement and/or dialogue, and a plot goal is present, some piece of which is apparent in this scene.
  2. Cut all flabby, extraneous language, such as adverbs, adjectives, “telling” language, and pleasantries between characters. Hone your sentences. Strive for clarity and beauty.
  3. Add a “push-pull” energyof tension to any dialogue or interaction between characters.

Today, I’m going to take the revised scene from yesterday, and I’m going to apply step 3 of Jordan’s revision advice.

I’ve had a hell of a day. By 8:00 this morning I was struggling to keep my eyes open, fighting exhaustion and trying to focus on what the physical therapist was saying about my husband’s grandmother’s rehabilitation exercises. I know it makes me sound like a jerk, but the harder I tried to focus, the more I caught myself nodding off after a sleepless night. Every time my head bobbed, I would blink and squint into the hospital lighting. I bet you’re wondering how I could be that tired.

Well, our black and tan coonhounds Bear and Bryant paced around our vintage two-bedroom home, bayed, and howled all night, as if there were a prowler in the yard, but every time we looked, we couldn’t see a damn thing. The dogs quieted between 3:45 and 4:15 this morning. We were drifting off to sleep when we heard a nerve-shattering crash out in the shop.

By the time we made it out to the cinderblock structure, whatever knocked over our shelf of tools and racecar parts was gone. The shelf busted the Lexan window out of the back of my husband’s ’67 Camaro drag car. It gouged the crimson paint job in a couple places and dented the trunk. The Camaro is my husband’s baby, and to say that he was upset is an understatement.

We spent the two hours before he had to go to work cleaning the shop. After that, I had to drag my ass to Mobile Infirmary with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law to learn how to do rehab for Granny. I tried to push through my mind-numbing exhaustion and stay awake, but my body at 26 can’t bounce back from lack of sleep as well as it could when I was 16. I was fine when we were standing up and moving, but when the physical therapist took us into a room with a couch, I was done for.

The moment I sank down onto the cushions and felt the morning sun beating down on me through the window, I knew I was doomed. The more the physical therapist talked, the heavier my eyelids got. After a minute, I decided it would be easier for me to listen with my eyes closed. I felt a sense of guilt as the physical therapist’s voice got muffled, but it was suppressed by the sleep that overtook me. I don’t know how long I slept before I got jarred out of my dozing off by my husband’s “Yea, Alabama!” ringtone. “Hello?” My voice was drowsy.

“Babe?”

I spoke through a yawn. “Yeah, honey, what’s up?”

I heard him take a shaky breath and sigh. “I know you’re at the hospital with Granny, but I wanted to call and let you know that my truck burned to the ground today while I was at a job site.”

I was awake in an instant, and my heart started pounding with violence at the news. It pounded until I could feel my pulse in my fingertips. “WHAT?! Oh, my GOD! Rick, are you okay?”

Another shaking breath on the other end of the line. “I don’t know.”

“How the hell did that happen?!” I could feel myself shaking, and saw the four women in the physical therapy room with me pale at my words. The physical therapist stopped speaking. All of them leaned in, listening. I tapped the speaker button on my phone so my husband’s grandmother, mother, and sister could hear his reply.

“Cops say it looks like a Molotov cocktail started the blaze.”

I heard Granny moan. “Oh my God.”

“Everything that was in the truck is gone…burned to ashes. My granddaddy’s truck and some poor excuse for a human being burned it to the ground.”

“Oh, Jesus, honey, I’m so sorry.”

Granny started crying. My mother-in-law and sister-in-law both clapped their hands over their mouths and shook their heads in unison.

“I don’t know who’d do something like that, but they should pray I don’t get my hands on their sorry ass is all I can say.”

I started crying, too. “I’m so sorry, honey, I don’t know what else to say.”

He may not have known…but I had an idea of who would do something like that to my husband. I’d been trying to handle the problems I was having at work myself because I didn’t want to be the girl who cried wolf. I didn’t want to overreact. I didn’t want to be the histrionic personality that people assumed I was. My mouth went dry and my tongue felt like sandpaper as I struggled to work up the courage to reply.

[I’d love to know what you guys think of the revisions! Thanks!]


Work It #14 from A Writer’s Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld – Part 4

Work It #14 from A Writer’s Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld

Chapter 14: Relish Revision

Choose a scene or a chapter or a paragraph that is in the first-draft stage (or write a fresh one). You’re going to do three drafts (it’s okay if you break this up over several days). Follow these steps.

  1. Make sure all the elements of a scene are included: The character has an obvious, consistent point of view; your sensory descriptions and imagery show setting and emotion; the action creates a sense of real-time movement and/or dialogue, and a plot goal is present, some piece of which is apparent in this scene.
  2. Cut all flabby, extraneous language, such as adverbs, adjectives, “telling” language, and pleasantries between characters. Hone your sentences. Strive for clarity and beauty.
  3. Add a “push-pull” energyof tension to any dialogue or interaction between characters.

Today, I’m going to take the revised scene from yesterday, and I’m going to apply step 3 of Jordan’s revision advice.

I’ve had a hell of a day. By 8:00 this morning I was struggling to keep my eyes open, fighting exhaustion and trying to focus on what the physical therapist was saying about my husband’s grandmother’s rehabilitation exercises. I know it makes me sound like a jerk, but the harder I tried to focus, the more I caught myself nodding off after a sleepless night. Every time my head bobbed, I would blink and squint into the hospital lighting. I bet you’re wondering how I could be that tired.

Well, our black and tan coonhounds Bear and Bryant paced around our vintage two-bedroom home, bayed, and howled all night, as if there were a prowler in the yard, but every time we looked, we couldn’t see a damn thing. The dogs quieted between 3:45 and 4:15 this morning. We were drifting off to sleep when we heard a nerve-shattering crash out in the shop.

By the time we made it out to the cinderblock structure, whatever knocked over our shelf of tools and racecar parts was gone. The shelf busted the Lexan window out of the back of my husband’s ’67 Camaro drag car. It gouged the crimson paint job in a couple places and dented the trunk. The Camaro is my husband’s baby, and to say that he was upset is an understatement.

We spent the two hours before he had to go to work cleaning the shop. After that, I had to drag my ass to Mobile Infirmary with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law to learn how to do rehab for Granny. I tried to push through my mind-numbing exhaustion and stay awake, but my body at 26 can’t bounce back from lack of sleep as well as it could when I was 16. I was fine when we were standing up and moving, but when the physical therapist took us into a room with a couch, I was done for.

The moment I sank down onto the cushions and felt the morning sun beating down on me through the window, I knew I was doomed. The more the physical therapist talked, the heavier my eyelids got. After a minute, I decided it would be easier for me to listen with my eyes closed. I felt a sense of guilt as the physical therapist’s voice got muffled, but it was suppressed by the sleep that overtook me. I don’t know how long I slept before I got jarred out of my dozing off by my husband’s “Yea, Alabama!” ringtone. “Hello?” My voice was drowsy.

“Babe?”

I spoke through a yawn. “Yeah, honey, what’s up?”

I heard him take a shaky breath and sigh. “I know you’re at the hospital with Granny, but I wanted to call and let you know that my truck burned to the ground today while I was at a job site.”

I was awake in an instant, and my heart started pounding with violence at the news. It pounded until I could feel my pulse in my fingertips. “WHAT?! Oh, my GOD! Rick, are you okay?”

Another shaking breath on the other end of the line. “I don’t know.”

“How the hell did that happen?!” I could feel myself shaking, and saw the four women in the physical therapy room with me pale at my words. The physical therapist stopped speaking. All of them leaned in, listening. I tapped the speaker button on my phone so my husband’s grandmother, mother, and sister could hear his reply.

“Cops say it looks like a Molotov cocktail started the blaze.”

I heard Granny moan. “Oh my God.”

“Everything that was in the truck is gone…burned to ashes. My granddaddy’s truck and some poor excuse for a human being burned it to the ground.”

“Oh, Jesus, honey, I’m so sorry.”

Granny started crying. My mother-in-law and sister-in-law both clapped their hands over their mouths and shook their heads in unison.

“I don’t know who’d do something like that, but they should pray I don’t get my hands on their sorry ass is all I can say.”

I started crying, too. “I’m so sorry, honey, I don’t know what else to say.”

He may not have known…but I had an idea of who would do something like that to my husband. I’d been trying to handle the problems I was having at work myself because I didn’t want to be the girl who cried wolf. I didn’t want to overreact. I didn’t want to be the histrionic personality that people assumed I was. My mouth went dry and my tongue felt like sandpaper as I struggled to work up the courage to reply.

[I’d love to know what you guys think of the revisions! Thanks!]


Work It #14 from A Writer's Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld – Part 3

Work It #14 from A Writer’s Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld

Chapter 14: Relish Revision

Choose a scene or a chapter or a paragraph that is in the first-draft stage (or write a fresh one). You’re going to do three drafts (it’s okay if you break this up over several days). Follow these steps.

  1. Make sure all the elements of a scene are included: The character has an obvious, consistent point of view; your sensory descriptions and imagery show setting and emotion; the action creates a sense of real-time movement and/or dialogue, and a plot goal is present, some piece of which is apparent in this scene.
  2. Cut all flabby, extraneous language, such as adverbs, adjectives, “telling” language, and pleasantries between characters. Hone your sentences. Strive for clarity and beauty.
  3. Add a “push-pull” energyof tension to any dialogue or interaction between characters.

Today, I’m going to take the revised scene from yesterday, and I’m going to apply step 2 of Jordan’s revision advice.

I’ve had a hell of a day. By 8:00 this morning I was struggling to keep my eyes open, fighting exhaustion and trying to focus on what the physical therapist was saying about my husband’s grandmother’s rehabilitation exercises. I know it makes me sound like a jerk, but the harder I tried to focus, the more I caught myself nodding off after a sleepless night. Every time my head bobbed, I would blink and squint into the hospital lighting. I bet you’re wondering how I could be that tired.

Well, our black and tan coonhounds Bear and Bryant paced around our vintage two-bedroom home, bayed, and howled all night, as if there were a prowler in the yard, but every time we looked, we couldn’t see a damn thing. The dogs quieted between 3:45 and 4:15 this morning. We were drifting off to sleep when we heard a nerve-shattering crash out in the shop.

By the time we made it out to the cinderblock structure, whatever knocked over our shelf of tools and racecar parts was gone. The shelf busted the Lexan window out of the back of my husband’s ’67 Camaro drag car. It gouged the crimson paint job in a couple places and dented the trunk. The Camaro is my husband’s baby, and to say that he was upset is an understatement.

We spent the two hours before he had to go to work cleaning the shop. After that, I had to drag my ass to Mobile Infirmary with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law to learn how to do rehab for Granny. I tried to push through my mind-numbing exhaustion and stay awake, but my body at 26 can’t bounce back from lack of sleep as well as it could when I was 16. I was fine when we were standing up and moving, but when the physical therapist took us into a room with a couch, I was done for.

The moment I sank down onto the cushions and felt the morning sun beating down on me through the window, I knew I was doomed. The more the physical therapist talked, the heavier my eyelids got. After a minute, I decided it would be easier for me to listen with my eyes closed. I felt a sense of guilt as the physical therapist’s voice got muffled, but it was suppressed by the sleep that overtook me. I don’t know how long I slept before I got jarred out of my dozing off by my husband’s “Yea, Alabama!” ringtone. “Hello?” My voice was drowsy.

“Babe…I know you’re at the hospital with Granny, but I wanted to call and let you know that my truck burned to the ground today while I was at a job site.”

I was awake in an instant, and my heart started pounding with violence at the news. It pounded until I could feel my pulse in my fingertips. “WHAT?! Oh, my GOD! How the hell did that happen?!”

I could feel myself shaking, and saw the three women in the physical therapy room with me pale at my words. I tapped the speaker button on my phone so my husband’s grandmother, mother, and sister could hear his reply.

“Cops say it looks like a Molotov cocktail started the blaze. Everything that was in the truck is gone…burned to ashes. My granddaddy’s truck and some poor excuse for a human being burned it to the ground. I don’t know who’d do something like that, but they should pray I don’t get my hands on their sorry ass is all I can say.”

He may not have known…but I had an idea of who would do something like that to my husband. I’d been trying to handle the problems I was having at work myself because I didn’t want to be the girl who cried wolf. I didn’t want to overreact. I didn’t want to be the histrionic personality that people assumed I was. My mouth went dry and my tongue felt like sandpaper as I struggled to work up the courage to reply.

[I’d love to know what you guys think of this revision! Thanks!]


Work It #14 from A Writer’s Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld – Part 3

Work It #14 from A Writer’s Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld

Chapter 14: Relish Revision

Choose a scene or a chapter or a paragraph that is in the first-draft stage (or write a fresh one). You’re going to do three drafts (it’s okay if you break this up over several days). Follow these steps.

  1. Make sure all the elements of a scene are included: The character has an obvious, consistent point of view; your sensory descriptions and imagery show setting and emotion; the action creates a sense of real-time movement and/or dialogue, and a plot goal is present, some piece of which is apparent in this scene.
  2. Cut all flabby, extraneous language, such as adverbs, adjectives, “telling” language, and pleasantries between characters. Hone your sentences. Strive for clarity and beauty.
  3. Add a “push-pull” energyof tension to any dialogue or interaction between characters.

Today, I’m going to take the revised scene from yesterday, and I’m going to apply step 2 of Jordan’s revision advice.

I’ve had a hell of a day. By 8:00 this morning I was struggling to keep my eyes open, fighting exhaustion and trying to focus on what the physical therapist was saying about my husband’s grandmother’s rehabilitation exercises. I know it makes me sound like a jerk, but the harder I tried to focus, the more I caught myself nodding off after a sleepless night. Every time my head bobbed, I would blink and squint into the hospital lighting. I bet you’re wondering how I could be that tired.

Well, our black and tan coonhounds Bear and Bryant paced around our vintage two-bedroom home, bayed, and howled all night, as if there were a prowler in the yard, but every time we looked, we couldn’t see a damn thing. The dogs quieted between 3:45 and 4:15 this morning. We were drifting off to sleep when we heard a nerve-shattering crash out in the shop.

By the time we made it out to the cinderblock structure, whatever knocked over our shelf of tools and racecar parts was gone. The shelf busted the Lexan window out of the back of my husband’s ’67 Camaro drag car. It gouged the crimson paint job in a couple places and dented the trunk. The Camaro is my husband’s baby, and to say that he was upset is an understatement.

We spent the two hours before he had to go to work cleaning the shop. After that, I had to drag my ass to Mobile Infirmary with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law to learn how to do rehab for Granny. I tried to push through my mind-numbing exhaustion and stay awake, but my body at 26 can’t bounce back from lack of sleep as well as it could when I was 16. I was fine when we were standing up and moving, but when the physical therapist took us into a room with a couch, I was done for.

The moment I sank down onto the cushions and felt the morning sun beating down on me through the window, I knew I was doomed. The more the physical therapist talked, the heavier my eyelids got. After a minute, I decided it would be easier for me to listen with my eyes closed. I felt a sense of guilt as the physical therapist’s voice got muffled, but it was suppressed by the sleep that overtook me. I don’t know how long I slept before I got jarred out of my dozing off by my husband’s “Yea, Alabama!” ringtone. “Hello?” My voice was drowsy.

“Babe…I know you’re at the hospital with Granny, but I wanted to call and let you know that my truck burned to the ground today while I was at a job site.”

I was awake in an instant, and my heart started pounding with violence at the news. It pounded until I could feel my pulse in my fingertips. “WHAT?! Oh, my GOD! How the hell did that happen?!”

I could feel myself shaking, and saw the three women in the physical therapy room with me pale at my words. I tapped the speaker button on my phone so my husband’s grandmother, mother, and sister could hear his reply.

“Cops say it looks like a Molotov cocktail started the blaze. Everything that was in the truck is gone…burned to ashes. My granddaddy’s truck and some poor excuse for a human being burned it to the ground. I don’t know who’d do something like that, but they should pray I don’t get my hands on their sorry ass is all I can say.”

He may not have known…but I had an idea of who would do something like that to my husband. I’d been trying to handle the problems I was having at work myself because I didn’t want to be the girl who cried wolf. I didn’t want to overreact. I didn’t want to be the histrionic personality that people assumed I was. My mouth went dry and my tongue felt like sandpaper as I struggled to work up the courage to reply.

[I’d love to know what you guys think of this revision! Thanks!]


Quote of the Day – 2/22/16

“Peril, loneliness, an uncertain future, are not oppressive evils, so long as the frame is healthy and the faculties are employed; so long, especially, as Liberty lends us her wings, and Hope guides us by her star.” -Charlotte Brontë

As a writer, this quote means that there is always a way to do what you love. No matter how bad your circumstances are, you can always find a way to do the things you love. If something is your true calling, God will open the doors for you to continue following that calling. It won’t always be easy. Life will sometimes weigh heavy on you, and you just have to decide whether or not you feel like pushing through the obstacles and pursuing your dreams.

I promise that if you let Hope and Faith guide you in your calling, you will find fulfillment. It may not be the kind of achievement that touches others and changes their lives right away. There is NO SUCH THING as an overnight success. Not really, anyway. The things that appear to be an overnight success are usually the result of a lifetime of practice and hard work finally paying off.

Take pleasure in the hard work, enjoy the practice. That, in itself, is a beautiful sort of success. Anything else is just a bonus.


Work It #14 from A Writer's Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld – Part 1

Work It #14 from A Writer’s Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld

Chapter 14: Relish Revision

Choose a scene or a chapter or a paragraph that is in the first-draft stage (or write a fresh one). You’re going to do three drafts (it’s okay if you break this up over several days). Follow these steps.

  1. Make sure all the elements of a scene are included: The character has an obvious, consistent point of view; your sensory descriptions and imagery show setting and emotion; the action creates a sense of real-time movement and/or dialogue, and a plot goal is present, some piece of which is apparent in this scene.
  2. Cut all flabby, extraneous language, such as adverbs, adjectives, “telling” language, and pleasantries between characters. Hone your sentences. Strive for clarity and beauty.
  3. Add a “push-pull” energyof tension to any dialogue or interaction between characters.

Today, I’m going to just share my paragraph that’s in its first-draft stage.

I’ve had a hell of a day. By 8:00 this morning I was struggling to hold my eyes open, fighting abject exhaustion and trying to focus on what the physical therapist was saying about my husband’s grandmother’s rehabilitation exercises. I know it sounds kind of bad, but the harder I tried to focus, the more I caught myself nodding off after a long, sleepless night.

Our black and tan coonhounds Bear and Bryant paced, bayed, and howled all night, as if there were a prowler in the yard, but every time we looked, we couldn’t see a damn thing. The dogs finally got quiet some time between 3:45 and 4:15, and then we heard a nerve-shattering crash out in the shop.

By the time we made it out there, whatever knocked our shelf of tools and racecar parts over was gone. The shelf busted the Lexan back window out of my husband’s ’67 Camaro drag car. It gouged the crimson paint job in a couple places, and left dents in a couple more, and that was a damn bad way to start the day. The Camaro is my husband’s baby.

So, we got two hours of sleep, and he had to go to work, and I had to drag my exhausted ass to Mobile with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law to learn how to properly do rehab for Granny. I tried to push through and stay awake, but my body at 26 just can’t bounce back from lack of sleep like it could when I was 16.

Then I got jarred out of my dozing off by my husband’s ringtone. “Hello?”

“Babe…I know you’re at the hospital with Granny, but I just wanted to call and let you know that my truck burned to the ground today while I was away at a job site.”

“WHAT?! Oh my GOD! How the hell did that happen?!”

“Cops say it looks like a Malitov cocktail started the blaze. Everything that was in the truck is gone…burned completely up. My granddaddy’s truck, and some sorry excuse for a human being burned it to the ground. I don’t know who’d do something like that, but they better pray I don’t get my hands on their sorry ass is all I can say.”

He may not have known…but I sure did.


Work It #14 from A Writer’s Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld – Part 1

Work It #14 from A Writer’s Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld

Chapter 14: Relish Revision

Choose a scene or a chapter or a paragraph that is in the first-draft stage (or write a fresh one). You’re going to do three drafts (it’s okay if you break this up over several days). Follow these steps.

  1. Make sure all the elements of a scene are included: The character has an obvious, consistent point of view; your sensory descriptions and imagery show setting and emotion; the action creates a sense of real-time movement and/or dialogue, and a plot goal is present, some piece of which is apparent in this scene.
  2. Cut all flabby, extraneous language, such as adverbs, adjectives, “telling” language, and pleasantries between characters. Hone your sentences. Strive for clarity and beauty.
  3. Add a “push-pull” energyof tension to any dialogue or interaction between characters.

Today, I’m going to just share my paragraph that’s in its first-draft stage.

I’ve had a hell of a day. By 8:00 this morning I was struggling to hold my eyes open, fighting abject exhaustion and trying to focus on what the physical therapist was saying about my husband’s grandmother’s rehabilitation exercises. I know it sounds kind of bad, but the harder I tried to focus, the more I caught myself nodding off after a long, sleepless night.

Our black and tan coonhounds Bear and Bryant paced, bayed, and howled all night, as if there were a prowler in the yard, but every time we looked, we couldn’t see a damn thing. The dogs finally got quiet some time between 3:45 and 4:15, and then we heard a nerve-shattering crash out in the shop.

By the time we made it out there, whatever knocked our shelf of tools and racecar parts over was gone. The shelf busted the Lexan back window out of my husband’s ’67 Camaro drag car. It gouged the crimson paint job in a couple places, and left dents in a couple more, and that was a damn bad way to start the day. The Camaro is my husband’s baby.

So, we got two hours of sleep, and he had to go to work, and I had to drag my exhausted ass to Mobile with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law to learn how to properly do rehab for Granny. I tried to push through and stay awake, but my body at 26 just can’t bounce back from lack of sleep like it could when I was 16.

Then I got jarred out of my dozing off by my husband’s ringtone. “Hello?”

“Babe…I know you’re at the hospital with Granny, but I just wanted to call and let you know that my truck burned to the ground today while I was away at a job site.”

“WHAT?! Oh my GOD! How the hell did that happen?!”

“Cops say it looks like a Malitov cocktail started the blaze. Everything that was in the truck is gone…burned completely up. My granddaddy’s truck, and some sorry excuse for a human being burned it to the ground. I don’t know who’d do something like that, but they better pray I don’t get my hands on their sorry ass is all I can say.”

He may not have known…but I sure did.


Quote of the Day – 2/20/16

“I call people rich when they’re able to meet the requirements of their imagination.” -Henry James

I feel a sort of kindred spirit in this quote. I have always been drawn to other imaginative, creative types. I feel like having an active, probing imagination holds so much more value than so many people want to believe. Some people mistakenly equate value with profitability, and that can lead to frustration, depression, and worse feelings. Some of the most brilliant writers ever known to mankind only achieve “profit” from their imaginations posthumously.

A lot of people ask me, “Why do you keep writing if it’s made you little to no money so far?”

Well, I believe there is more value in my writing than just profitability. I find value in dedicating myself to what I believe is my true calling. I am looking for ways to discover more about myself in my writing. I am exploring my faith and my beliefs in my writing. I am trying to find ways to better serve God with this gift He gave me. I’ll discuss that more in tomorrow’s post.

I feel like God gave us imaginations so that we can fulfill our potential and glorify Him, and that’s what I’m seeking to do in my future as a writer.

All the best, and may God bless y’all!

xoxo

Chelsea C. Moye


Work It #9 from A Writer's Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld

Work It #9 from A Writer’s Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld

Chapter 9: Push Through Perfectionism

Choose the fear that resonates most strongly with you at the time of your writing. (You can also repeat this exercise for any other fear.) Make it the title or subject of a freewrite. For example, perhaps the fear of being a fraud is your chosen subject. Set a timer for a minimum of ten minutes and write a short story, a poem, or an essay without stopping to correct a thing. Just let it flow; don’t stop to correct anything. Don’t use quotation marks or punctuation, and don’t cross anything out. Just start a new “sentence” when you feel stuck. This exercise helps transmute a negative feeling into a positive outcome–it’s a mental version of the “Move It” exercises.

I’m going to do this exercise with the support of the 5,000 Words Per Hour app created by Chris Fox. I love that app, and I’ve been using his techniques and doing all my recent blog posts as writing sprints. I’m also using SelfControl to keep me off distracting websites while I do my writing sprints. I know that I have problems focusing, so I’m doing what I can to fix that. In any case, when I reach the end of this Work It exercise, I’ll be posting my WPH stats at the end of this post.

Which fear resonates most strongly with me right now?

Fear of Failure

I struggle every single day with the fear that I’m never going to succeed as a writer. I’m never going to find the time or the willpower to finish my novel. I’m going to inconvenience everyone around me so much that my writing career just won’t be worth it anymore, and I will give up. I mean, what gives me the right to be a writer anyway? Who the hell am I to do this? What do I have to say that hasn’t already been said a million times? Why does my voice even matter?

Does it? Does my voice matter at all? Does my writing mean anything to anybody besides me? What if it doesn’t mean anything to anybody besides me? What then? What am I even writing for? Why does this matter so much to me? Why does it hurt me so deeply and badly when people don’t understand this need that I have to write?

I just went three days without writing because I didn’t want to inconvenience my husband, my cousin Shelby, and her boyfriend James while we were spending Valentine’s Day weekend together at the beach. It was a really nice respite, yes, but did anybody stop to think that I was sacrificing something vital to me for their sake? Did anyone stop to think that I was sacrificing consistency because I didn’t want to be rude? Does anybody understand why this matters so much to me? Does anyone care?

I’ve been what I would call a struggling writer for my entire life. Does anyone else out there get that struggle? Does anyone else out there wake up with this burning need to pour words out on the page? Does anyone else wake up every morning and feel the overwhelming urge to reach out through words and touch someone else’s soul?

I just want to matter. I want the things I love to matter to the people I love. Does that ever really happen? Or are all writers doomed to bear the cross of an overwhelming, burning desire that no one else but other writers will ever understand? Are we all doomed to be the only ones who really care about our writing?

Is there always going to be a struggle between the people who mean the most to us and the one thing we do that means the most to us? Can there ever be harmony? Will I ever win the approval of those close to me? I know I shouldn’t worry about trying to gain others’ approval and I should just focus on my writing practice and getting my message out there. I just wonder why things are the way they are.

Why am I such an asshole to the people who mean the most to me when I feel that they’re threatening my writing practice or my writing life? Why can’t I find some kind of balance between the people I love and the thing I love to do? There has to be some way where everyone ends up happy. How the hell do I get there? How do I reach that balance where everything that matters to me is in a good place, both my people and my writing practice?

Does that exist? Am I going to constantly sacrifice one thing to another? Why can’t I have both? Why can’t I have a good relationship with the people I love and also be dedicated and consistent in my writing practice? Why can’t those two things coexist? Do any other writers out there struggle with this? If so, I would love to hear from you.

Has anyone found that balance between the people you love and your writing practice? If so, I could really use some advice on how to get to that point. I crave that balance. I desperately need love and for those that I care about to be happy, but I also MUST write. I can’t ignore this need I have to write, but I also can’t sacrifice everyone I love on the altar of my writing. I need balance. I need help.

I need the people I love and I need to write. I need both. How do I get there? How do I get to that point? How do I find that balance and avoid hurting the people I love while also achieving consistency in my writing practice? If anybody out there has answers, I’d really love to hear them.

Please send help.

WPH: 1,980


Work It #9 from A Writer’s Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld

Work It #9 from A Writer’s Guide to Persistence by Jordan Rosenfeld

Chapter 9: Push Through Perfectionism

Choose the fear that resonates most strongly with you at the time of your writing. (You can also repeat this exercise for any other fear.) Make it the title or subject of a freewrite. For example, perhaps the fear of being a fraud is your chosen subject. Set a timer for a minimum of ten minutes and write a short story, a poem, or an essay without stopping to correct a thing. Just let it flow; don’t stop to correct anything. Don’t use quotation marks or punctuation, and don’t cross anything out. Just start a new “sentence” when you feel stuck. This exercise helps transmute a negative feeling into a positive outcome–it’s a mental version of the “Move It” exercises.

I’m going to do this exercise with the support of the 5,000 Words Per Hour app created by Chris Fox. I love that app, and I’ve been using his techniques and doing all my recent blog posts as writing sprints. I’m also using SelfControl to keep me off distracting websites while I do my writing sprints. I know that I have problems focusing, so I’m doing what I can to fix that. In any case, when I reach the end of this Work It exercise, I’ll be posting my WPH stats at the end of this post.

Which fear resonates most strongly with me right now?

Fear of Failure

I struggle every single day with the fear that I’m never going to succeed as a writer. I’m never going to find the time or the willpower to finish my novel. I’m going to inconvenience everyone around me so much that my writing career just won’t be worth it anymore, and I will give up. I mean, what gives me the right to be a writer anyway? Who the hell am I to do this? What do I have to say that hasn’t already been said a million times? Why does my voice even matter?

Does it? Does my voice matter at all? Does my writing mean anything to anybody besides me? What if it doesn’t mean anything to anybody besides me? What then? What am I even writing for? Why does this matter so much to me? Why does it hurt me so deeply and badly when people don’t understand this need that I have to write?

I just went three days without writing because I didn’t want to inconvenience my husband, my cousin Shelby, and her boyfriend James while we were spending Valentine’s Day weekend together at the beach. It was a really nice respite, yes, but did anybody stop to think that I was sacrificing something vital to me for their sake? Did anyone stop to think that I was sacrificing consistency because I didn’t want to be rude? Does anybody understand why this matters so much to me? Does anyone care?

I’ve been what I would call a struggling writer for my entire life. Does anyone else out there get that struggle? Does anyone else out there wake up with this burning need to pour words out on the page? Does anyone else wake up every morning and feel the overwhelming urge to reach out through words and touch someone else’s soul?

I just want to matter. I want the things I love to matter to the people I love. Does that ever really happen? Or are all writers doomed to bear the cross of an overwhelming, burning desire that no one else but other writers will ever understand? Are we all doomed to be the only ones who really care about our writing?

Is there always going to be a struggle between the people who mean the most to us and the one thing we do that means the most to us? Can there ever be harmony? Will I ever win the approval of those close to me? I know I shouldn’t worry about trying to gain others’ approval and I should just focus on my writing practice and getting my message out there. I just wonder why things are the way they are.

Why am I such an asshole to the people who mean the most to me when I feel that they’re threatening my writing practice or my writing life? Why can’t I find some kind of balance between the people I love and the thing I love to do? There has to be some way where everyone ends up happy. How the hell do I get there? How do I reach that balance where everything that matters to me is in a good place, both my people and my writing practice?

Does that exist? Am I going to constantly sacrifice one thing to another? Why can’t I have both? Why can’t I have a good relationship with the people I love and also be dedicated and consistent in my writing practice? Why can’t those two things coexist? Do any other writers out there struggle with this? If so, I would love to hear from you.

Has anyone found that balance between the people you love and your writing practice? If so, I could really use some advice on how to get to that point. I crave that balance. I desperately need love and for those that I care about to be happy, but I also MUST write. I can’t ignore this need I have to write, but I also can’t sacrifice everyone I love on the altar of my writing. I need balance. I need help.

I need the people I love and I need to write. I need both. How do I get there? How do I get to that point? How do I find that balance and avoid hurting the people I love while also achieving consistency in my writing practice? If anybody out there has answers, I’d really love to hear them.

Please send help.

WPH: 1,980


Writing Priorities

So, it’s pretty obvious that the daily writing entries on here aren’t at the top of my list of writing priorities. So, I figured I’d give you a look at my list of writing priorities just for kicks.

  1. Manage the Custom Romances group of authors and try to keep everyone on track in spite of the authors dealing with several family problems, etc.
  2. Write the next chapter of Frost.
  3. Check how far I’ve deviated from my plan for Frost and get it back on track.
  4. Find the genre I’d really like to write in for Harlequin Romance and write a proposal for it.
  5. Write the next chapter of Murphy’s Law of the Jungle.
  6. Write the next chapter of The Alexandria Chronicles.

Those are the top 6 priorities right now, but I feel like I’ve got about a billion others going on in there with it and, as a person with ADD, I’m struggling with keeping focused on my priorities.


We Did It!

So, I am incredibly excited now. Why? I’m excited because Frost‘s investments campaign on JukePop was successful! What does this mean? Well, it means that JukePop will FOR SURE be publishing Frost as a novel. I’ve got to finish it, get it edited, and get the art done, but I’m HOPING to release by Christmas. We’ll see how it goes!

xoxo

Chels


Universe Building

I’m working on creating the universe in which The Alexandria Chronicles serial(s) will take place, and it is a MASSIVE job. I’m also having trouble deciding if I’m going to have it take place on an intragalactic or intergalactic scale. I know there’s going to be a lot of travel between star systems, etc., but how far do I want to be able to expand within this universe? Intergalactic travel makes the scale absolutely massive, but it also offers more options for expansion later on. Maybe I should start with the first book taking place within one extremely large, fictional galaxy, and then expand beyond that later if I need to?

Input is welcome.

xoxo

Chels


Frost Title Art Mugs

If you want to support author Chelsea Clemmons, but you’re not comfortable investing directly to her campaign on JukePop Serials, this could be an option for you. A mug showcasing the title art is available for $15 HERE.

You must make a $5 deposit when ordering, and the other $10 will go through after the campaign is over. Ten percent of the profits will go to the artist, Kaytalin Platt, and the rest will go directly to supporting Frost’s investments campaign.


Invest In the Next Big YA Sensation | Only 14 Days Left

Hello, YA and Fantasy Readers!

I am Chelsea Clemmons, author of Frost, the first book in my planned Otherworld series, which includes one novel in progress, and two more currently being planned for the series. I’m incredibly excited that you’ve discovered my serial, which I’ve been working on for the past six years. JukePop has allowed me to connect with readers and build an impressive fan base for Frost, and hopefully the next two books in the series: Flames and Mist. My lifelong dream has been to be a successful author. My passion lies with my stories, and it would be amazing for me if I could make my living as a writer, as well as giving back to my wonderful, supportive fans through JukePop Investments. I believe that Frost, Flames, and Mist will be highly successful, and therefore profitable for my investors. What leads me to believe this? Frost has made the JP30 8 times, and has now garnered 3,526 votes from readers, so far. I have plenty more chapters on the way, and lots more to share with you from Daraglathia!

You may be asking yourselves why I’ve set the goal at $5,000, and that’s a valid question. In addition to publishing costs, commissioning cover art, a map, and illustrations, editing costs, and promotion costs (all of which will be discussed below) I am also a student and substitute teacher. The pay I get is directly proportional to the number of days or half-days that I work, and this year hasn’t been the best for me. I want to bring you the best quality book possible, but I also have bills to pay, which is why my goal is set a bit higher than the promotion and editing packages I’ve chosen. What packages have I chosen?

I have chosen the Line Edit editing service from Writer’s Digest, which will cost $4.00 per page. By the time I finish, the book is going to be roughly 200 pages long, so the editing is going to cost me $800. I have also chosen their Developmental Editing Service, so that professional editors can give me a better idea of what I can do to make this novel the absolute best novel it can be by providing me with detailed notes on premise, plot structure, pacing, characters, dialogue and marketability. This package also comes with an emotional response chart, a rating on the “Pass, Consider, or Recommend” scale, and a one-page synopsis of the story. This package is also $4.00 per page. That brings our pre-artwork and pre-promotion total to $1,600. I have not yet gotten a quote from the artist I want, but I will share an update with the quote as soon as I can talk to him. The next concern I have is getting the book promoted. Now, on to the promotion monster. I intend to purchase a Clarion review for my book (price not yet quoted), an Author level membership with Author Alliance ($397/year), and the Pro package with CoPromote ($49/month, so a year would be about $588). So, not counting whatever the cover art, map, and illustrations cost me, we’re looking at $2,585. I will add the quotes for the Clarion Review as soon as I receive it. We now have an artist onboard, and I’m setting the cover art, map, and illustration budget at $1,000, as discussed with her.

Her name is Kaytalin Platt, and she is positively incredible! Just look at the title font and sketch draft of the cover of Frost that she came up with for me over the weekend! 

She looked at my “cast picks” on the Otherworld Trilogy’s Tumblr, got me to describe what I wanted for the cover, and sent me this example for us to work from! Isn’t it amazing?

It’s currently looking like $5,000 will only cover the costs for Frost, with the promotion and editing packages I’ve chosen so far. As it stands, the $5,000 will be split between the previously discussed $3,585, with $1,415 left to help with my bills and any unforeseen costs regarding the book(s). If we surpass our goal, I will also be able to fund Flames and Mist! Either way, you will also share in the sales profits for those books because you’re investing in the entire Otherworld Trilogy when you invest in this project. The more we raise, the more time I can dedicate to writing and perfecting this series for you!

I should be finished with Frost’s manuscript by July at the latest, after which we will begin the editing and publishing processes. I hope to release Frost some time around Christmas of 2015, if not sooner (I hope sooner)!

My audience is a diverse one, which I think gives us yet another advantage. With such broad-spectrum appeal, more sales (and thus more money coming back to you) are likely. Let’s take a look at the analytics for my readership.

Who is interested in Frost?  Of the non-anonymous readers on JukePop:

  • 65.5% female, 34.5% male.
  • 31% ages 25-34, 20.7% 18-24, 13.8% 35-44, 10.3% 13-17, 10.3% 65+, 6.9% 55-64, 3.4% 35-54, and 3.4% < 13. I have readers in EVERY age group. 
  • 89.7% US readership, and 3.4% each in Great Britain, Canada, and Singapore.


I think this is a great starting point for information we can use for promoting sales of Frost. I plan not only to use the marketing and promotion options offered with the publishing package, but to also use my personal and professional social media to do some grassroots networking. It would be absolutely amazing if my fans and supporters could do the same—we’re more likely to get returns on your investment if you do!

Frost is an engaging story with relatable characters, and it is set in a brand new fantasy world that holds infinite possibilities. Readers have already raved about some of the new “mythology” I’ve created in Daraglathia. This is a book that readers love, so far, and I believe they will continue to do so! Frost is a solid investment that you’re bound to see returns on. Reviews and comments have been highly positive and encouraging, as you can see below:

“Love how she describes an angelic dog and trench foot in the same sentence. The way Lauren describes herself is pretty good, I think. She is very observant. I find she rolls with the punches very well. I almost want her to meet a dwarf so she can dote all over them. ” – Ryan Watt, JukePop Author of Flocked

“I love the cover! I love the story! It reminds me of when I lived in Europe.” – Eddie Edwards, JukePop Author of Blind

“Gorgeous cover and engaging writing! Lauren is a sympathetic character and I want to read more! Loved the description of icy wings beating against her skin. I love football watching as a safe zone!” – Debbie Herbert, author of Harlequin Nocturne novels Siren’s Secret and Siren’s Treasure

“Really well written, all the dialogue flowed naturally and I easily got lost in the story. Can’t wait to find out more about Lauren after reading the description!” – Christina Ratcliffe, JukePop author of The Disciple List

“Didn’t think I would like this story but I LOVE it!!! Keep going!” – Angelica Aguilar, JukePop Reader

“I love the way you describe things. When I’m reading, it’s like I can clearly see the picture you’re painting in my head.” – Evie Brennan, JukePop Reader

JukePop investments presents a fantastic opportunity to get Frost (and eventually Flames and Mist) published and also benefit my supporters by giving back to them for their faith and investment.

Here’s a little more background about the Otherworld Trilogy: The Otherworld Trilogy features young adults from the “real world” who are sent to another world because they are failing to learn certain lessons they need to progress. Frost features Lauren Frost, a young woman whose passive, people-pleasing tendencies have caused her own life to stagnate, is attacked and begins dying, but three women known as the Messengers step in and offer her an option: go ahead and die, or save a world that’s descending into ruin to win her old life back. Flames will feature her best friend, Audrey Miller, and Mist will feature a young man named Tony, whom Lauren meets at college.

Frost, the first of the three novels, is what plunges us into the Otherworld Trilogy. Eighteen-year-old Lauren Frost’s life is split between two families and two continents. After spending the Christmas holiday in England with her mother, she comes home to a nightmare. Her Forty-two-year-old father has married his girlfriend, who is twenty-one and enjoys making Lauren miserable. So, Lauren flies back to England, considering leaving Florida and her father behind for good, until her mother reminds her that she’d be leaving her friends behind in the middle of her senior year. Plagued by indecision, Lauren goes for a walk that brings her life to a stand-still. However, the Messengers of Destiny step in as she’s dying and give her a choice. She can give up and die, or fight for a chance to reclaim her former life. The second option comes with a catch, though. She has to save a foreign world to win her life back.

Please consider investing in The Otherworld Trilogy. I have absolute faith that we can make my dream of publishing the Otherworld Trilogy come true, and to our mutual benefit! Does it get any better than that?

Thanks,

Chelsea L. Clemmons


Invest In the Next Big YA Sensation | Only 14 Days Left

Hello, YA and Fantasy Readers!

I am Chelsea Clemmons, author of Frost, the first book in my planned Otherworld series, which includes one novel in progress, and two more currently being planned for the series. I’m incredibly excited that you’ve discovered my serial, which I’ve been working on for the past six years. JukePop has allowed me to connect with readers and build an impressive fan base for Frost, and hopefully the next two books in the series: Flames and Mist. My lifelong dream has been to be a successful author. My passion lies with my stories, and it would be amazing for me if I could make my living as a writer, as well as giving back to my wonderful, supportive fans through JukePop Investments. I believe that Frost, Flames, and Mist will be highly successful, and therefore profitable for my investors. What leads me to believe this? Frost has made the JP30 8 times, and has now garnered 3,526 votes from readers, so far. I have plenty more chapters on the way, and lots more to share with you from Daraglathia!

You may be asking yourselves why I’ve set the goal at $5,000, and that’s a valid question. In addition to publishing costs, commissioning cover art, a map, and illustrations, editing costs, and promotion costs (all of which will be discussed below) I am also a student and substitute teacher. The pay I get is directly proportional to the number of days or half-days that I work, and this year hasn’t been the best for me. I want to bring you the best quality book possible, but I also have bills to pay, which is why my goal is set a bit higher than the promotion and editing packages I’ve chosen. What packages have I chosen?

I have chosen the Line Edit editing service from Writer’s Digest, which will cost $4.00 per page. By the time I finish, the book is going to be roughly 200 pages long, so the editing is going to cost me $800. I have also chosen their Developmental Editing Service, so that professional editors can give me a better idea of what I can do to make this novel the absolute best novel it can be by providing me with detailed notes on premise, plot structure, pacing, characters, dialogue and marketability. This package also comes with an emotional response chart, a rating on the “Pass, Consider, or Recommend” scale, and a one-page synopsis of the story. This package is also $4.00 per page. That brings our pre-artwork and pre-promotion total to $1,600. I have not yet gotten a quote from the artist I want, but I will share an update with the quote as soon as I can talk to him. The next concern I have is getting the book promoted. Now, on to the promotion monster. I intend to purchase a Clarion review for my book (price not yet quoted), an Author level membership with Author Alliance ($397/year), and the Pro package with CoPromote ($49/month, so a year would be about $588). So, not counting whatever the cover art, map, and illustrations cost me, we’re looking at $2,585. I will add the quotes for the Clarion Review as soon as I receive it. We now have an artist onboard, and I’m setting the cover art, map, and illustration budget at $1,000, as discussed with her.

Her name is Kaytalin Platt, and she is positively incredible! Just look at the title font and sketch draft of the cover of Frost that she came up with for me over the weekend! 

She looked at my “cast picks” on the Otherworld Trilogy’s Tumblr, got me to describe what I wanted for the cover, and sent me this example for us to work from! Isn’t it amazing?

It’s currently looking like $5,000 will only cover the costs for Frost, with the promotion and editing packages I’ve chosen so far. As it stands, the $5,000 will be split between the previously discussed $3,585, with $1,415 left to help with my bills and any unforeseen costs regarding the book(s). If we surpass our goal, I will also be able to fund Flames and Mist! Either way, you will also share in the sales profits for those books because you’re investing in the entire Otherworld Trilogy when you invest in this project. The more we raise, the more time I can dedicate to writing and perfecting this series for you!

I should be finished with Frost’s manuscript by July at the latest, after which we will begin the editing and publishing processes. I hope to release Frost some time around Christmas of 2015, if not sooner (I hope sooner)!

My audience is a diverse one, which I think gives us yet another advantage. With such broad-spectrum appeal, more sales (and thus more money coming back to you) are likely. Let’s take a look at the analytics for my readership.

Who is interested in Frost?  Of the non-anonymous readers on JukePop:

  • 65.5% female, 34.5% male.
  • 31% ages 25-34, 20.7% 18-24, 13.8% 35-44, 10.3% 13-17, 10.3% 65+, 6.9% 55-64, 3.4% 35-54, and 3.4% < 13. I have readers in EVERY age group. 
  • 89.7% US readership, and 3.4% each in Great Britain, Canada, and Singapore.


I think this is a great starting point for information we can use for promoting sales of Frost. I plan not only to use the marketing and promotion options offered with the publishing package, but to also use my personal and professional social media to do some grassroots networking. It would be absolutely amazing if my fans and supporters could do the same—we’re more likely to get returns on your investment if you do!

Frost is an engaging story with relatable characters, and it is set in a brand new fantasy world that holds infinite possibilities. Readers have already raved about some of the new “mythology” I’ve created in Daraglathia. This is a book that readers love, so far, and I believe they will continue to do so! Frost is a solid investment that you’re bound to see returns on. Reviews and comments have been highly positive and encouraging, as you can see below:

“Love how she describes an angelic dog and trench foot in the same sentence. The way Lauren describes herself is pretty good, I think. She is very observant. I find she rolls with the punches very well. I almost want her to meet a dwarf so she can dote all over them. ” – Ryan Watt, JukePop Author of Flocked

“I love the cover! I love the story! It reminds me of when I lived in Europe.” – Eddie Edwards, JukePop Author of Blind

“Gorgeous cover and engaging writing! Lauren is a sympathetic character and I want to read more! Loved the description of icy wings beating against her skin. I love football watching as a safe zone!” – Debbie Herbert, author of Harlequin Nocturne novels Siren’s Secret and Siren’s Treasure

“Really well written, all the dialogue flowed naturally and I easily got lost in the story. Can’t wait to find out more about Lauren after reading the description!” – Christina Ratcliffe, JukePop author of The Disciple List

“Didn’t think I would like this story but I LOVE it!!! Keep going!” – Angelica Aguilar, JukePop Reader

“I love the way you describe things. When I’m reading, it’s like I can clearly see the picture you’re painting in my head.” – Evie Brennan, JukePop Reader

JukePop investments presents a fantastic opportunity to get Frost (and eventually Flames and Mist) published and also benefit my supporters by giving back to them for their faith and investment.

Here’s a little more background about the Otherworld Trilogy: The Otherworld Trilogy features young adults from the “real world” who are sent to another world because they are failing to learn certain lessons they need to progress. Frost features Lauren Frost, a young woman whose passive, people-pleasing tendencies have caused her own life to stagnate, is attacked and begins dying, but three women known as the Messengers step in and offer her an option: go ahead and die, or save a world that’s descending into ruin to win her old life back. Flames will feature her best friend, Audrey Miller, and Mist will feature a young man named Tony, whom Lauren meets at college.

Frost, the first of the three novels, is what plunges us into the Otherworld Trilogy. Eighteen-year-old Lauren Frost’s life is split between two families and two continents. After spending the Christmas holiday in England with her mother, she comes home to a nightmare. Her Forty-two-year-old father has married his girlfriend, who is twenty-one and enjoys making Lauren miserable. So, Lauren flies back to England, considering leaving Florida and her father behind for good, until her mother reminds her that she’d be leaving her friends behind in the middle of her senior year. Plagued by indecision, Lauren goes for a walk that brings her life to a stand-still. However, the Messengers of Destiny step in as she’s dying and give her a choice. She can give up and die, or fight for a chance to reclaim her former life. The second option comes with a catch, though. She has to save a foreign world to win her life back.

Please consider investing in The Otherworld Trilogy. I have absolute faith that we can make my dream of publishing the Otherworld Trilogy come true, and to our mutual benefit! Does it get any better than that?

Thanks,

Chelsea L. Clemmons


Why Did I Go to College?

I am a substitute teacher. We do not get paid at all during the summer, and that can get stressful when you have bills coming in, but no way to pay them. So, I’ve applied for jobs everywhere that I can. (I can’t work in food service due to extremely severe food allergies, so that limits my options.) I’ve applied at every retail place that I can feasibly afford to drive to, should I get hired. Only two places have called me back, and both of those places told me that I am overqualified because I have an AS and a BS.

This is deeply frustrating because the point of going to college and getting degrees was supposed to be that it would make it easier for me to get a job when I was through. Apparently, this is no longer true. So, why did I go to college? At this point, I’m just praying someone will have mercy on me and at least give me the benefit of an interview.

In the meantime, I’m trying to pay the bills by doing something that I love: writing. Not only do I have Custom Romance campaigns on Indiegogo (whatever you contribute is kept and your novel & perks are guaranteed) and Kickstarter (you only pay and get your novel & perks if the campaign is successful), but I also have a much broader option on GoFundMe allowing for any genre of custom fiction, at any level from flash fiction to a trilogy of novels, depending on what you want to contribute.


Nosocomephobia

I realize I’ve done a lot of promoting for my friends over at Supernatural South for the past few days, but I’ve done some work of my own, too! My latest short story, “Nosocomephobia,” is available for just $0.99 on Amazon.com and in the iTunes store! If you buy it, please review it. Reviews are GREATLY appreciated! Also, if you like it, PLEASE let your friends on social media networks know about it, and use the hashtag #Nosocomephobia.

Scare ya later,

Chels


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