It is with my most heartfelt condolences that I tell you this news. On the 21st of September at 6:20 pm, both my laptop and my harddrive that have the most recent backups of my writing (about 3-4 months worth) were stolen from a trainstation.
The train station and the police station next door both said one hasn’t turned up and it’ll take weeks to get video surveillance. So it was the worst day of my life. I broke down in public, cried in public and missed my bus home after it.
So the only progress I still have from that time is the time and effort I took to fill my printed manuscript with sticky notes about what needs to be edited before the edits begin.
I’m so sorry everyone. I shouldn’t have been so stupid as to leave my laptop where someone can just pick it up. You won’t get updates from me for a couple of months, as I’m just going to be rewriting everything… You might get updates similar to posts in the past, and you might get updates on books I read, but nothing fancy. I’ll see you all soon.
When I finally publish, I am skipping traditional publishing completely. For as long as I’ve been an writer, I haven’t wanted my work to be picked up by a publisher. So, self publishing is what I am going to be going with.
I don’t really know why, I’ve seen pros and cons. I’ve even considered the possibility of a publisher coming to me one day if I write something good enough. But I still don’t want to. I don’t need the publicity or the fancy name behind my book.
I have myself and that’s enough. Writing isn’t about popularity or selling out or about money or movie deals. It’s about enjoying your craft and being happy with the end result.
It might be because I want everything in my stories to ultimately be my decision. Sure, if I submit short stories to an anthology or novellas to a publisher, then why not. But my main stories, my babies, they stay as my own.
I apologize for not posting a couple of days ago. I was getting things sorted for a friend I’ve had for 15 years.
Jess. Such a beautiful, happy and free spirit you were. Almost fifteen years old. For a pup you were such a champion. It sucks that you had to go when you were still so full of life.
I remember running through paddocks at your very first home. All those plovers that you and I narrowly avoided. Heck, I was only seven or eight back then. Good times. Good memories.
It was sad to see you go today. You were a friend to all of us. You were always here for us. We will miss you.
I’ve been a little busy lately. Now I will only be posting once every four days. I can write more words on my projects if I post less often.
Having worked on SoI (Shadows Of Imeria) a lot, I’ve written another 12,000 words and it’s now up to 52,000 words. That’s over 50% of the word count I will need for my first draft!
My short horror story has gained 800 words or so. Currently at 4,800 words. It’s coming along slower than expected but it’s still coming along nonetheless.
Now you know why I’m not posting as often. Enjoy the rest of your day!
Due to many things that have happened in my life, I don’t believe I fear anything anymore. I drowned once, lost a baby brother, seen a sick grandfather the day before he died, lost friends, been betrayed, physically and mentally abused, raped and on top of that I rarely ever had friends that I was able to even try trusting.
After all of these, I only fear one thing. Full body paralysis due to an accident.
Something like that would stop me from being able to do anything I want to in life and I would still be alive to know that I can’t do it. This would stop me from writing and traveling and I wouldn’t want to live without them.
I do apologize for all the talk of sadness. I’ll make it up to you sometime soon with happier things.
Something I love to do is go through op shops/second hand stores and look through their selection of books. Just the other week I bought 8 books for $17.50, a steal right? Especially since two of them were Stephen King books. A friend of mine got a book she’d read in high school and a few months later realized it was actually signed by the author (who is now dead).
Anyway, getting back to the point. Don’t keep thinking “Books are too expensive.” you can still manage to buy books even if they aren’t brand new.
For the last four years, I’ve had a beautiful cat named Leo. Falling asleep with me, licking my face to wake me up, telling me when he wants food or to go outside. Although he’s never been one who was able to understand personal space.
Isn’t he beautiful? Yeah, I look sad, but I was only tired I swear. He’s stayed with me through so much in my life. Once I move in November I’ll be having to leave him behind, I’m sure I’ll miss my little buddy. The greatest pal any writer, any person could ask for.