lavender, conventions, & nimona too

Usually I sit down to blog posts and have absolutely no idea what I’m going to talk about. Today, however, is different. Not only have I done things since this blog post, I have things I want to talk about. So weird, I know. I’m wondering if I should pick up a format or something but really I just think I’ll randomly update you all as I see fit, because if I give it a format that will make it a little less exciting and a little less me. I am organized, you see, but only to a point. I prefer my organization with a flair of chaos to it.

So over the last week I: got drunk, went to a lavender festival, went to a book con (book fair?), picked up old projects, and took a really exciting bath.

We’ll skip the drunk, fast forward through the lavender festival (it was really great and super pretty and I went with my girlfriend for her birthday but we had no money which was a great thing because we would have spent it ALL and we decided that Sequim is a wonderful place and that we both wish we were already retired so we could live there because it’s perfect except it doesn’t rain enough), and pause on the book con:

It was the Capital Indie Book Con, that was held at the Evergreen State College, and it was so fun. It was super tiny (as it was a local indie book con) and I’m really not sure how much publicity was gotten for it. It seemed like a mostly word-of-mouth sort of thing, but it was a fun little event. I, of course, didn’t go as an author but merely a reader. It was incredibly interesting to see the marketing that some of these authors did for their novels. And it was an “every genre ever” sort of con so nothing was left out. There was speculative fiction and fantasy, erotica, historical fiction, even a few non-fiction pieces and authors there. In all my friend and I – also a writer – ended up spending about two and a half hours milling around the booths, talking to authors, getting a feel for it all. Once again I was very glad I was broke. If I hadn’t been when I walked in, I would have been when I walked out.

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Nimona, by Cait Spivey – photobombed by my jewelry, pet pictures, and pens. Lots of pens.

I did walk out with two books and a piece of art though – albeit the art was free and from a WONDERFUL author named Cait Spivey, whose book I immediately went home and picked up on Amazon. I will be reading it soon and will post a review as soon as I do! In the meantime, she sent me home with a watercolor piece of Nimona, a character created by Noelle Stevenson, and I about died of excitement. Obviously I had a favorite person there. I can’t help it. She loves Nimona, I love Nimona, she gave me art…and what I was able to read for the concepts of her stories seemed absolutely wonderful. To say I’m excited about her existence and her work is a bit of an understatement. (Nimona is now hanging across from my other shaved-haired-favorite, Ronan Lynch, on my desk. They are friends. Probably. Not.)

Then in other news, I had an exciting bath, but that was mostly just because I used the bath as a meditation exercise that involved planning for #Rory, and I was able to get the next plot point worked out that I was having issues with. So, I’m happy there too. Gus and I just got back from a walk and I’m going to sit down to get a bit more writing done – and check off my blog post on today’s to-do list. 😉

If you’re reading, hi, I hope you’re enjoying. Otherwise I’ll just click ‘publish’ and send this into the void. Although it’s a very friendly, helpful void. I like you, void. Let’s be friends.

Muchly,
Renee

lofty goals & intimdation

 

Okay, so. I got this idea. I had this idea. It was bequeathed to me. Actually it was seen in a video and sounded like a great idea so I decided to do it. It was this video, actually, by an author named Jenna Moreci whose vlogs I’ve been watching pretty consistently over the last few weeks. I’ve been impressed by her debut, Eve, and I love her presence on camera as well as the incredible dedication she seems to have. So I figured what better form of flattery than pick up one of her habits and see how it works for me?

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I have a feeling that I’m going to be drinking a lot more coffee than I’m used to in the following months.

I’m not really a “goal” sort of person. I’m not organized, like at all. My desk is a mess, my notes are my mess, my mind is a mess, my novels are a mess…I’m a messy person. That doesn’t mean I can’t tidy shit up though. I’m a Virgo and that’s supposed to mean I’m a perfectionist so I’m going to start acting like it (and stop acting like the anxiety-filled-neurotic freak I am when it comes to organization and thus my constant lack thereof!!!). So, with the inspiration of Moreci, I’ve decided to implement QUARTERLY WRITING GOALS!

Some of these goals are the following:

  • Finishing 2nd draft of #Werewolfuckery
  • Updating the blog weekly……….
  • Posting my serial short story
  • Doubling word count on my #PantsingNovel

These are not all of the goals, and some of these are lofty (like finishing the 2nd draft of #Werewolfuckery – that is asking for a little much of myself. Although I can’t say I don’t think I can do it. I can, it’s just…where the intimidating part of the title comes in). I’ve got tinier goals too, some that will help me achieve this bigger goals, and some that have absolutely nothing to do with them. I’ve got from this evening to the end of September to finish them. I’m giving myself to the end of the month because I didn’t get to start this until the middle of this month, and that seems fair to me, probably.

I literally have no idea how this is going to go because I’m not good at lists, or goals, or really any sort of life organization, but I’ve got someone in my life all of the sudden who is really good at these things…and she might be a good influence on me, but we’re not going to admit than anywhere that she knows where to look.

In the meantime, I’m one-twelfth of the way to finishing one of the goals as of this post! Whoo! (Oh, here we go.)

Muchly and always,
Renee.

I ALLOW MYSELF TO LET GO

I allow myself to let go of energy that no longer serves me. I allow myself to let go of energy that no longer serves me. I allow myself to let go of energy that no longer serves me.

I allow myself to let go.

I allow myself.

I allow.

I allow myself to let go of energy that no longer serves me. I allow, I allow, I allow. I let go. I.