Group Hug!! (Thank You for 10,000 Views)

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Just recently, I had the pleasure of watching the numbers on my blog flip over from 9,999 to the big 10,000. I am ashamed to admit how giddy it made me. Well, okay…maybe not so ashamed. But I did feel a little silly for getting so giddy. After all, most of those views (over 6,000 of them) came from one slightly-ranty and relatively smart-ass-y post that went semi-viral on New Year’s Eve 2014 (See that post HERE).

It’s funny how something like that goes viral, but the posts I would love to (like this one HERE), don’t. After 4,288 views of one post in one day, it is somewhat discouraging to write things that are truly from my heart, wishing more people would get to read them, but knowing that, unfortunately, what draws the most people are rant-sessions and throwing the “f” word around. Those of you who have been here with me since the beginning, know that I am quite partial to that word. In fact, my blog used to be littered with it. But alas, as I am a mother of four and a YA author, I figured it was time for me to use my big girl words and clean up my act.

Fuck.

There. I had to say it one last time before I put on my Saint-hat and chastity belt. I’ve been shopping thrift stores for old nun garb (shoot me a message if you have any you’d like to donate.)

Anywhoo. The point here is . . . um . . .

Oh yeah, the point is that this last six months of learning how to be a bloody blogging badass, has been one hell of a crazy, fulfilling, and sometimes insanely maddening experience. I have learned so much from all of you awesome people who actually take the time to read my words and comment. I’ve learned that I write things others actually enjoy reading, but more importantly, I’ve learned I have something to say. I write (mainly, here) about writing because it’s what makes my world go ’round. I’ve learned that sharing it with you makes me happy. And the cool thing? It makes some of you happy, too. 🙂

It’s not really the numbers that matter, though 10K views seemed like a good milestone–that clearing with the pretty blue flowers, halfway up the mountain, you know?–to take a moment to tell you all how grateful I am to be a part of this super cool club of introverted intellectuals. I love writers. And readers, well, heh heh . . . don’t get me started on the complete and total awesomness those guys are. Where would we writerly folk be without that precious breed of human there? Such a nasty, dirty, terrifying word…

UNREAD.

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Can you imagine? The darkness, the misery, the unthinkable hell that would be our forsaken lives?

So, thank you. For the total awesomness that is your writerly half, and the precious jewel that is you, the reader. I look forward to many cozy moments by the fire with you.

XOXOX

Until next time, writerly, readerly humans that I love so dearly,

Write on! ❤

 

From White Page and Dark Space, Miracles Occur

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Something amazing is about to happen.

 

From your mind, all of the pieces that make up who you are, will band together to create….

 

Not just a story, but a living, breathing world.

You, are its god. You will sweat during its trials, smile during its triumphs, and cry among its inhabitants when they experience heartbreak.

Because they will experience heartbreak. You know that’s a part of life, and that sheltering your people from it is stealing away some of life’s bittersweet beauty. And because you love them, you will give them real life, taking away nothing. Not even heartbreak.

 

You are a writer. But more importantly, you are a storyteller.

Don’t take the title lightly.

 

From the nothing of white page and dark mind-space comes light, your breath, blown into pages, into the lungs of fictional characters…. You make them real by breathing your life into them. You paint a vivid world for others to travel, another existence for others to escape their own, if only for a short time. They will laugh, cry, and fall in love, just like you did. They will learn painful lessons, and feel the pain inside their own bodies. It will become their own heartbreak, they will cry your tears—the tears which came from your heart, your soul, your mind. All of those pieces of you, of your life—the good and the bad, the dark and the light—the things you thought would never bring any good, the trials of your life…. They served a purpose, and a damn good one.

 

You’re creating life from nothing and giving it away, a gift for all who would receive it.

 

You are a writer, a storyteller. You are a god of many worlds, of which you create from the depths of seemingly nothingness… but oh, that’s far from what it is. Where your story is born, many stories are born. From that well, that abyss of story-babies, drifting and swirling its current around this world and the next, for any of you to dip your fingers into and take from. When you fish it out, it will be formless, nameless, breathless, but when you set it free again, it will shine with brilliant light and breathe real air and cry real tears, and speak your name… because it is from pieces of you, mixed with the world. And it is one of the most beautiful bits of magic that could ever occur. The creation of life from your heart and mind to the hearts and minds of others. The miracle of something so great and intangible, yet able to hold another…. Strangers, yet connected by the heart.

 

You are a writer, a storyteller, a god of many worlds…

 

Don’t let anyone take away from the awesomeness that surrounds you by trying to persuade you to believe what you do is somehow trivial, insignificant.

 

What you do is brilliant. What you do is a miracle. What you do is magnificent, awesome, fantastic, beautiful, marvellous, pure, and full of hope for the future of our world. Because when we create, we make the world a better place.

❤ ❤ ❤

 

UPDATE!!

Below you will find the blurb for my upcoming YA novel, “The Treemakers.” If you’d like to be added to my launch list for when it releases, you may email me at rozelle[dot]treemakers[at]gmail[dot]com. Feel free to email me for any other reason as well; just to say hi, ask a question, or vent about whatever… just promise you’ll be nice because I’m sensitive. 😉

“The Treemakers” (Edgy YA Dystopian/SciFi)

Doomed to a life of building mechanical trees for the dying world of Bygonne, sixteen year-old Joy Montgomery remains the only one left to care for over thirty orphaned children enslaved by the Superiors in the Tree Factory.

But the iron bonds of friendship and family, the discovery of magic in the dark, and love amidst devastation, soon fuel her search for a way out. Aided by an unlikely ally who harbors a dangerous secret, Joy and the Treemakers embark on a quest for freedom, and for the truth about the existence of a forbidden paradise.

Coming in November! (Release date/cover reveal TBA)

Click here to check out some fabulous wisdom-flavored tidbits writing this novel has brought me.

Don’t Write for Your Future (Do This Instead)

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One day, you will wake up, and it will be time to die. Or, you may not wake up at all. You might die in your sleep, and know not the hour of your own passing . . . .

I don’t know about you, but that scares the crap out of me sometimes. It’s not so much death, as it is dying without having done; without having made something of myself; without having made bestsellers of those fifteen novels I have in queue on my laptop; without having “made it” to that magical place where my financial box is checked and I don’t have to embarrassingly hold up the check-out line while I dig through my bags to see which items I need to put back because I overfilled the cart and don’t have quite enough to pay for it all.

I often find myself feeling like I’m writing for my future. I feel this pressure to do well so that in the future, we can have nice things and live comfortably. Because writing is the thing I do best. Seriously, if I’m ever gonna get rich, it’ll be writing, because goodness knows I can’t do much else right.

But here’s the problem:

When I write for my future, not only is there all kinds of ridiculous pressure on me, but I also forget some things. Some very important things. I sometimes forget why I write. It’s not to get rich. Though my goal is to someday be able to support my children on my writing alone, that is not why I do it. I’ve said it a thousand times and I’ll say it a thousand more–I write because I can’t not write–It’s who I am. It’s the light that I shine into this world in a way only I can shine it. I write because I love to write more than almost any thing on the planet. If I’m not writing, I’m dreaming and scheming and thinking about writing. To me, writing is bliss. And in the wise words of Joseph Campbell, you should always “follow your bliss.”

So . . . instead of writing for the future, why not write for now?

Write for today. 

In just the same way that when we live one day at a time–I mean really live it–stopping to smell the roses and tiptoe through the tulips and dance in our skivvies through the strawberry fields in our John Lennon shades–we must keep our focus on the now-bliss of writing. Those awesome moments only writers understand, you know? Those are what it’s all about–what make this crazy life of the writer so worth living. Writing for today will not only bring more life to our writing, but it will also make whatever lack we are experiencing in our life at the moment somehow softer, and worth it.

I love this meme, and the man on it, so much. I found it today and it sparked this blog post so I want to share it with you 🙂

DalaiAnd I don’t know about you, but I want to live.

I suppose that means if you are doing some other job that doesn’t bring you joy because you’ve gotta make ends meet–don’t forget to make a little time everyday to also follow your bliss and see where it takes you. I bet it’s somewhere marvellous ❤

Until next time, writerly friends,

Follow your bliss ❤ ❤ ❤

UPDATE!!

Below you will find the blurb for “The Treemakers.” If you’d like to be added to my launch list for when it releases, you may email me at rozelle[dot]treemakers[at]gmail[dot]com. Feel free to email me for any other reason as well; just to say hi, ask a question, or vent about whatever… just promise you’ll be nice because I’m sensitive. 😉

“The Treemakers” (Edgy YA Dystopian/SciFi)

Doomed to a life of building mechanical trees for the dying world of Bygonne, sixteen year-old Joy Montgomery remains the only one left to care for over thirty orphaned children enslaved by the Superiors in the Tree Factory.

But the iron bonds of friendship and family, the discovery of magic in the dark, and love amidst devastation, soon fuel her search for a way out. Aided by an unlikely ally who harbors a dangerous secret, Joy and the Treemakers embark on a quest for freedom, and for the truth about the existence of a forbidden paradise.

Coming in November! (Release date/cover reveal TBA)

Click here to check out some fabulous wisdom-flavored tidbits writing this novel has brought me.