Hey, everyone! I have exciting news! The first piece I ever queried was published today! It’s a nonfiction/inspirational piece written for a website for young, Catholic women. If you’d like to take a look, click here. It’s also already linked under my writing tab here on the blog. I hope you all enjoy it!
The title of this post pretty much is my mantra in regard to my second draft right now. I’m nearing the finishing line with it and while I’m excited, I’m also getting doubtful and tired. People always compare pursuing any creative work to giving birth, so in terms of that analogy, I guess I’m at the part where you’re exhausted and breathless but you’ve got to keep pushing because there is no stopping now. Never having given birth, I don’t know how accurate this analogy is, but it does seem apt.
The picture is of my current page count. Subtract 275 from that number and you’ll get how long this new draft is. I didn’t mean to hand write the whole thing, but that’s just how it turned out.
Like I mentioned before, the doubts are starting to speak louder than they have at any other point during this process. They keep telling me that no one will want to read or publish this and that these characters are too broken and unlovable for people to root for. The important thing is that I loved and believed in this story first and if I do my job right, then others will care and want to read it. I’m not there yet, but this draft is so much more book-shaped than my first one and I already have so many ideas for how to move forward. I’ll get there and if you’re struggling with your own things, know that you’ll get there, too. Soon…soon.
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I haven’t told a story from work in a while. But I have one for you today. And, for those of you who don’t know, a meet-cute is the point in a movie where two characters, generally love interests, meet.
I was back at the reference desk one morning about two weeks ago and a man came up to ask about our mobile printing services. I helped him out as much as I was able. He hung around the desk then went to go back to his seat. A woman came up from the computer lab with a lot of papers to print off. I helped her out then went to go get the stapler she would need to staple all of those pages together. The man came back and started to talk to me about books. I checked the stapler to see if it needed to be refilled and it did, so I was trying to refill the stapler while talking to this guy. He was a nice guy and was interested in donating to the library and we were talking about horror stories and just having a nice time. He then politely introduced himself and stuck his hand out for a handshake.
While all of this was going on, I was fiddling with the stapler, which had jammed, and decided to test it. I didn’t realize my finger was in the way. A staple sunk one of its prongs in my finger, just as he offered me his hand. So our introduction went something like this:
“Oh, I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself earlier. My name is Brad.” *Cue extended hand* (His name wasn’t really Brad, I would feel awful if I put his real name here.)
*Me, stapling myself, trying not to cry out in pain while trying to yank the staple out of my hand for an absurdly long time. Finally get it out after about three yanks* “I’m…bleeding. I mean, my name is Elizabeth and it’s nice to meet you!”
I shook his hand then, the hand that didn’t have a bleeding finger. He was a good sport about my little mishap, made sure I was alright, finished what he needed to do, and left shortly afterward.
I couldn’t help but laugh about that little incident for most of the rest of the day, equal turns amused and embarrassed by my little meet-cute.
My social graces know no bounds, apparently. Bye for now, everyone.
I was born
with a wind-up winch
in the middle
of my spine.
It gets cranked and
’til I am tense
with the strain of it.
But instead of running or jumping,
I’ve been meaning to do a wrap-up of NaNo for this year, but I didn’t feel like it today. Here’s a poem I recently wrote instead. I hope everyone’s doing well.
This time a year ago, I had barely a hundred pages. Today, I reached 400. What a difference a year makes. Here’s to many more years writing and many more books.
Hi, everyone. I hope your Sunday is considerably brighter than the drab, grey day that mine is. Just wanted to, as the title suggests, update you on how NaNo is going and share a cool spoken word poem I found on youtube.
I’ve reached the point in NaNoWriMo that I am ready to do just about anything but write any more. For instance, yesterday I drew a rendition of the cover art of the Broadway production of Anastasia. It doesn’t help that I’ve been writing incredibly tricky scenes that have a great bearing on how the story plays out. I’ve been thinking about these scenes since I started thinking about this story a few years ago and it’s hard to get them right because they’ve been in my head for so long. It’s starting to get better, though, so I just need to keep pushing through. If you’re writing for NaNo or just writing in general, keep going! We can do it!
And now, here’s the poem. Have a great week, everyone.
Your words are all
I have left of you.
I wish we had written
the stories and sonatas
we had dreamed of
so I would have more
of the person I knew so well.
You said I had beauty
the beauty of me.
kind of beauty matters,
the beauty found within,
but I’m not sure
Even the holiest of holies
and what is more holy
than a heart and soul?
I say, next time,
don’t give me a half-compliment.
Love the full me
or get out of my sanctuary.
I hadn’t written a rage at my exes poem in a while.
So we haven’t done one of these in ages. The readings for this Sunday (read them here) were especially poignant considering all the terrible things going on here in the United States concerning race, racial ideologies, and hatred. The pastor of my parish preached a fantastic homily about how hatred and pre-judgement of any kind alienates us from God’s kingdom because anything that comes from God does not divide, but unites.
One line that particularly struck me from the second reading is “For the gifts and call of God are irrevocable.” There’s just something that’s so beautiful and yet terrifying about the gifts and call of God being irrevocable. Terrifying in that at times it feels like we can’t live out God’s call or are afraid to use the gifts he’s given us. But so beautiful in that despite all our fears, reluctance, and stubbornness, he isn’t going to take them back. And he isn’t going to leave us when we don’t follow his call how he might want us to, or if we stray a little too far, “…for he has said ‘I will never forsake you or abandon you.” (Hebrews 13:5)
His call and his gifts are for all. No qualifications or even willingness needed. His arms and his heart are always open, we need only reach out. And that is so important to remember, especially in such troubled times.
I hope the skies are sunny where ever you are today. God bless.
“Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections.”–Virginia Woolf.
This quote has described many phases in my life, particularly in college, but seems especially salient right now. There’s been so much going on that I’ve barely been able to talk to my parents or think, let alone blog about things. I’ve also realized that I don’t do short posts about what’s going on with me. I do posts about bigger things such as questions or struggles that I’m having, but I don’t write about the day to day stuff. So here’s a little bit about the day to day stuff. A few of the things on this list aren’t small, but it’s been usually busy lately. Hopefully things will slow down now.
- I got promoted at work! I’m going to be a full time reference clerk! It’s going to be incredibly different from my work in the children’s department. I was really unsure about it at first but as I’ve been trained, I’ve become less and less scared and more and more excited. I’ll get to build different skills and work with different people. I start the new job at the end of this month and we’ll see how this goes.
- Two of my best friends got married to each other! Remember the wedding I told you I was going to be in? If you don’t, I don’t blame you, since I told you about it back in November. That was this past weekend! I’ve been so blessed to watch these two go from friends to good friends to being a couple to now being married. It’s been such a joy, so much so that I don’t think I’ll be able to process all my thoughts and feelings about it for quite some time. I’ve already warned the bride that I’ll probably call her up in October and be like “YOU GOT MARRIED???? WHAT THE HECK???” Congratulations, Miles and Abigail!
- I got my first smart phone recently. I got my first cell phone in 2012 and I got a different phone last year and I’ve hated it ever since. I’ve been wanting to upgrade to a smart phone and this seemed like a good time to do it. It’s been an interesting experience so far. While it’s been an incredibly helpful communication tool, I can already tell that it can quickly become an obsession and a necessity, as so many people view their phones these days. I’m trying hard not to let that happen, but at the same time I’m curious as to what this technology has to offer.
- I’ve been listening to musicals more recently and I forgot how much I love musical theater. Ever since the Tonys I’ve been on a musical kick. I’ve been listening to Hamilton more and I’ve lately gotten into Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812. Dear Evan Hansen is next, but I’m waiting until things have settled down with me before jumping into a soundtrack that has already made me cry and I’ve only listened to three songs. Definitely give all these shows a listen if you haven’t.
- George Bernard Shaw is a fantastic playwright. I’ve been doing a lot of rereading lately and toward the middle/end of June, I really wanted to re-experience a play that I saw in college, called Arms and the Man. Though I hadn’t read it, it was amazing to read the script for it and to remember how wonderful that production was. I was struck again just how witty and how precise he is in his use of language and development of character. I’m reading Saint Joan now and I love it.
So that’s a little about some of the many things going on in my life. I’m going to try to blog more often and to be a little more open and honest about what’s going on in my life on this blog. I hope you all are doing well. Bye for now.