Oh, no. Don’t get me mixed up with Stephen King‘s On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft. I’m nowhere near King’s caliber to bring horror (or suspense) to the page. No matter how hard I tried recently to do so. My given genre was suspense with a nanny as a character and a condemned apartment building as the setting. I may have accidentally given the nanny my niece’s name.
I haven’t told her.
I also may have accidentally written it in second-person, present tense.
I don’t know. It just happened.
I won’t know the results of the first round until March. So, I won’t worry about it. I’ve sent it out into the universe and once it has left my hands, well, there’s nothing I can do about it.
It’s really my philosophy on life. I’m not biologically geared towards worrying about everything.
I am geared, however, to rambling on the page.
I’m (not) sorry about it, by the way.
So, writing. I’ve been pretty scarce here on the blog, and I can offer no real excuses, except for the lame ones. I’ve been busy. I haven’t been inspired. I’ve been tired. I was abducted by aliens. You know the usual excuses.
But I’m trying. I suppose that matters, right?
While I’m typing this, I’m listening to a webinar about online copywriting. After, I finish writing this I’ll be researching places to submit pieces. I’ve pinned those places, by the way. If you’re interested, you can follow the board here. There’s a lot really.
Outside there’s a parade going on to celebrate the Chinese New Year. I think it’s the Year of the Monkey and I honestly thought the parade was going on tomorrow. I’m probably wrong. I would’ve liked to see the parade – however short it may be. Oh, well. Next year, perhaps. Here’s a picture of the lanterns I took this morning. (You can find it on my Instagram feed.)
My husband is napping beside me. He has two shows this evening. He needs all the sleep he can get.
So, onwards and back to writing!