So, I finished re-doing my blog, and I hope it looks a bit snazzier than it did before. I actually had to re-do it twice, because my first design was very dark and had light text on a dark background, and then I read that a lot of people struggle to read light text on dark backgrounds. So I certainly didn't want that, so I redesigned it. It's funny, because I have difficulty reading black text on a white background. Even in MS Word, I darkened up the background to tune down the stark contrast when I write. Hopefully, for my blog I've found a happy medium.
I'll be adding more content in the future. Right now I know it's pretty basic, but I don't have a lot to show off at the moment. I really want to focus on writing and getting my first book published. Since I've never really done much blogging (especially a more personal blog), if anyone has any suggestions for ways I can improve, feel free to leave a comment on this post (or any of my posts), and I'll take them into consideration :)
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Back to work...
Yes, I've been lax with my blog, but I have a good excuse this time. I've been sick with a cold and haven't had the energy to spend much time at the computer. I'm finally starting to feel better, and catching up on some writing.
I know this blog needs some re-vamping. I designed it quickly, and haven't even set up links or labels or any of that good stuff to help people, you know, actually navigate this darn thing. I'll get to it, honest. I know how badly it needs sprucing up.
What else is going on with me? Well, before I got sick I was trying to decide which Kindle to buy at Amazon.com. It's between the basic one (ahem, *cheapest* one) or the Kindle Keyboard. The idea of being able to take notes easily in books is appealing, but I wonder how much I'd really do that. Hmm. Decisions, decisions.
Oh well...back to writing...
I know this blog needs some re-vamping. I designed it quickly, and haven't even set up links or labels or any of that good stuff to help people, you know, actually navigate this darn thing. I'll get to it, honest. I know how badly it needs sprucing up.
What else is going on with me? Well, before I got sick I was trying to decide which Kindle to buy at Amazon.com. It's between the basic one (ahem, *cheapest* one) or the Kindle Keyboard. The idea of being able to take notes easily in books is appealing, but I wonder how much I'd really do that. Hmm. Decisions, decisions.
Oh well...back to writing...
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Silly Little Blogger
Did I forget to mention how terrible I am at updating blogs? It's not that I don't want to or that it's time consuming, I just either forget or lose time in other things and just don't get around to it. Maybe it's just tough right now because I don't have much to update.
Maybe for now I'll talk about some of my writing goals. Yes, yes, that's the ticket! But first a quick rewind. Since it's my birthday next week, and I'm gonna be 29 (le gasp!), I realized it's been ten years since my first excursion into the publishing world. I'm not gonna go into details about that experience (yet...maybe someday), but I have to say it's been a long strange trip. Since I first started writing, I had a pretty modest dream about my writing career. I just wanted to be able to write and make a living. I never saw myself as the next Stephen King, making millions of dollars and becoming famous. To me, fame and celebrity attached to an author seems like a surreal thing. Writers have to delve within themselves to put pen to paper, and stay inside a world of their own creation. Many writers are introverts. Some are shy, and some are even socially phobic/anxious. I'd classify myself as all of these things. In group settings, I was never the social butterfly; I was the observer. I acted like a sponge and absorbed the nuances of people--the way they acted, the masks they wore, how they spoke, etc.
The reason why an author being a celebrity seems bizarre to me is because it makes the "observer" the "observed". Since I'm not famous, I can't weigh in personally on how this must feel. But I know myself well enough to know that I wouldn't thrive on fame. Success, yes. Fame, no. I actually think Thomas Pynchon has the right idea. As a writer, I enjoy solitude. I've been called a hermit before. Doesn't bother me. I've often joked that I see myself becoming a crazy cat lady, living as a recluse. Hey, it could happen! The funny thing is, it doesn't even sound half-bad to me. Perhaps I need to start worrying for my sanity.
This has turned into an odd tangent. Going back to my writing goals, I've decided to try the e-publishing (self-publishing) route, once I finish with rewrites on my first novel. I've been going back and forth between deciding whether to seek a literary agent or self-publish, and in the end, I thought I'd give e-publishing a shot, since e-books seem to be the wave of the future. Once I get the ball rolling, I should have more to update on this blog.
Maybe for now I'll talk about some of my writing goals. Yes, yes, that's the ticket! But first a quick rewind. Since it's my birthday next week, and I'm gonna be 29 (le gasp!), I realized it's been ten years since my first excursion into the publishing world. I'm not gonna go into details about that experience (yet...maybe someday), but I have to say it's been a long strange trip. Since I first started writing, I had a pretty modest dream about my writing career. I just wanted to be able to write and make a living. I never saw myself as the next Stephen King, making millions of dollars and becoming famous. To me, fame and celebrity attached to an author seems like a surreal thing. Writers have to delve within themselves to put pen to paper, and stay inside a world of their own creation. Many writers are introverts. Some are shy, and some are even socially phobic/anxious. I'd classify myself as all of these things. In group settings, I was never the social butterfly; I was the observer. I acted like a sponge and absorbed the nuances of people--the way they acted, the masks they wore, how they spoke, etc.
The reason why an author being a celebrity seems bizarre to me is because it makes the "observer" the "observed". Since I'm not famous, I can't weigh in personally on how this must feel. But I know myself well enough to know that I wouldn't thrive on fame. Success, yes. Fame, no. I actually think Thomas Pynchon has the right idea. As a writer, I enjoy solitude. I've been called a hermit before. Doesn't bother me. I've often joked that I see myself becoming a crazy cat lady, living as a recluse. Hey, it could happen! The funny thing is, it doesn't even sound half-bad to me. Perhaps I need to start worrying for my sanity.
This has turned into an odd tangent. Going back to my writing goals, I've decided to try the e-publishing (self-publishing) route, once I finish with rewrites on my first novel. I've been going back and forth between deciding whether to seek a literary agent or self-publish, and in the end, I thought I'd give e-publishing a shot, since e-books seem to be the wave of the future. Once I get the ball rolling, I should have more to update on this blog.
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