Wednesday, March 20, 2019

I Blew It

My New Year's resolution was to write one blog post a week. Not only did I miss that mark, but I didn't manage a single post for the entire month of February.

So now the question is: Do I get back on track with my resolution and try to write that one post a week? Or do I succumb to the fact that I'm just not going to do it?

Black Lilies is currently at 118%. It's turned into one bad dream where I'm running and running but not getting any closer to my destination. I stopped updating my word meter because, what's the point? I'm doing an author's booth for Jamboree Days in July, and months ago I assumed I'd have Black Lilies at the event too, instead of Chasing Echoes alone--my one hit wonder. But now I'm having to face the fact that Black Lilies might not be ready in time. Even if I finished the book tomorrow (which I won't), the process of editing, revisions, beta reading, publishing...that's all going to take months. 

I'm being house-blocked at every turn. The time I should be spending on writing has been devoted to home improvements. Right now I'm painting all the ugly brown wainscoting in my house white, and it's turned out to be the most grueling project ever. Why can't I be one of those writers who's perfectly content in a whatever-house? Why do I have to want everything pretty? Like, I'm sure Hemingway was surrounded by total disarray and filth, yet continued to happily tap away at his typewriter.

Cornerstone by Misty Provencher

Holy crap, I just figured out how to post my Goodreads book reviews here on my blog with one fail swoop! I can't believe I've never done this before. You seasoned book reviewers are probably laughing at my ignorance. Anyway, now that I know how to do this, I'm slowly going to transfer all my book reviews here. I'd eventually like to delete them from Goodreads. I just don't think it's in an author's best interest to leave reviews on Goodreads...especially the occasional poor review. Or am I wrong about this? I could use an outside opinion.

Anyway, onto my review:


  Cornerstone (The Cornerstone Series Book 1)Cornerstone by Misty Paquette / Misty Provencher


*0 stars* DNF at 50-some %.

This book started off so awesome. I was goose-bumpy while reading the first chapter because the plot is super unique and the exposition executed so well. Nalena's obsessive-compulsive mother with her non-stop writing--not to mention her insistence on hoarding every sheet of paper--is totally mystifying. You just know as a reader there's more to all this than a mere psychosis, and you can't wait to find out what's really going on. I enjoyed Nalena's personality in the beginning, because though her mother embarrasses the bajeezus out of her and has created a lifestyle that most would consider intolerable, Nalena loves her mother and rolls with the punches. She's a normal teenager dealing with some heavy bullying issues at school, but she's also a good daughter.

Then Garrett enters the novel, and the entire thing plummets. I can not even begin to describe how much I hate insta-love in YA lit (or in any lit, for that matter). But I could have coped with that if it wasn't followed by chapters and chapters of Nalena obsessing over Garrett, thinking about his gorgeous skin or his amazing smell or deep blue eyes or how badly she wants to kiss him....it goes on and on and ON. If this isn't enough, Nalena loses her entire personality. The protagonist who started out as a relatively strong teen becomes this overly emotional, angsty, weepy thing. Garrett can never say the right thing without Nalena's entire world crashing down because "He doesn't really like me after all." It's nauseating. Like, girl, have some self-respect. Why do authors have to ruin a perfectly good strong heroine by having her entire existence suddenly wrapped around a boy?

Long story short, Cornerstone went from something special to yet another contrived, boring teen romance. I just can't suffer one more minute of Nalena's whining and salivating after Garrett like a dog in heat. Sorry.

As usual, I find it unfair to hit an author with a one-star review when I never finished the book. Who knows...maybe if I had kept reading, the whole thing would have redeemed itself. So, as to not effect this author's average rating, I'm awarding this one 'no stars.'

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Monday, January 28, 2019

Not a Real Post

I was in Death Valley for a geology course this weekend and have been going nonstop for eight days now, so as soon as I have a chance to breathe I will write a real post. Consider this one a placeholder. ;)

Friday, January 18, 2019

Two Blog Syndrome


I'm down to one blog! Okay, this means nothing to you.

Quick background: When I have one blog, I do pretty well with keeping up with it. But for reasons unbeknownst to me, I always try to add in a second one. Examples include "It Makes a Sound" (my blog geared specifically for poems and short stories), Middle School Dribbles (my teaching blog), "Glazey" (my art blog)...you get the point. The problem is when I add in that second blog, I fail miserably at both.

In 2014 I made this mistake for the...fourth time? Fifth? If insanity truly is repeating the same mistake over and over and expecting different results, then yeah, I'm insane. So toward the end of 2014, I published Chasing Echoes, and I thought it would be professional for my website (jodiperkins.com) to feature a blog...a forum to post writing and/or marketing updates. I decided Ocean in a Cup would be my personal blog, and jodiperkins.com would focus on my writing. At the time I wanted to keep my personal life separate from my writing life.

Well that was stupid. It turns out my personal self and my writerly self are the same person. Separating those two is like trying to separate conjoined twins. Sometimes it works, but it ain't pretty. It resulted in me giving up on both blogs. 

So tonight, I finally buckled down and transferred my posts from jodiperkins.com to here (which technically isn't possible through my website host, so I did some ninja tricks to make this happen). After accounting for similar or duplicate posts, there were only nine entries left, which are now located at this label. They are also in chronological order with Ocean's original posts, as if they've always been here. Now when readers go to my author's website and click on "Blog", it diverts them here. It's a little weird since this blog features posts from nine years ago, way before I was even a writer...like, do I really want Chasing Echoes fans to know that my hubby and I had a shaving cream war in the bath tub or that one time I dreamed about a giant copper toilet? But I've decided it's worth the weirdness, because I feel a million times lighter already! 

The next time I try to take on another blog, someone please knock some sense into me.

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Rough Draft Blob

I was cleaning up my Google Drive and came across my old Chasing Echoes folder. Within it I found 57 drafts of Chasing Echoes. 57! Included with these drafts were several rewrites of the very last chapter, each with titles such as Ch. 37-Drastic Rewrite, Ch. 37-Not so Drastic RewriteCh. 37-Take Bazillion....

I also discovered the novel has gone by six titles. Here are the titles in order from original to final:

Daughters of Time
Face of Brahman
Spiraling
Diminished
There is No Dawn
Chasing Echoes

I remember I was never satisfied with any title (and frankly, I'm still not), which is strange because I've had no issue settling on a title for Black Lilies.

But back to the heaps of notes, drafts, etc. Thank goodness we're living in the digital age. An entire room could easily be gobbled up by the makings of one novel. My heart goes out to people married to writers twenty+ years ago. My husband already puts up with a lot being married to my insanity, but back then, writers' spouses would have had to deal with the Blob taking over their house. Except for in this case, the Blob is one big, fat, gelatinous mass of drafts and notes.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Back to the Grind

I started back to work this week. Two weeks of sleeping in until 9:00 every morning has spoiled me rotten. Now I'm back to eleven hour work days that begin at 5:30 a.m. I'll get used to it soon, but right now it's brutal.

On the plus side, look how close I am to finishing Black Lilies!


It looks like one mere day of writing left, doesn't it? But, nope. Now that I'm back to work, it'll likely take me the whole month of January to finish this last sprint. I just have nothing left in me. Teaching middle-school wipes a girl out.

I'm only on here to meet my once a week quota, so that's it for now. My blogging friends who have new posts: I promise I'll read your latest updates soon! But right now I have to go crash.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Happy New Year 2019

It's 2019! I want that year to sound like something special, but it really sounds so ordinary, no different than 2018, or 2017....one of those years that just blends. I think 2020 will feel more monumental. 

But still, we had a great new year. Just like we did last year, we went to a party at our local bowling alley. I guess that doesn't sound too exciting, but it's such a blast. There's unlimited food, drinks, chocolate fountain, bowling, and a DJ playing awesome music. Between friends and neighbors, Shannon ended up booking four lanes for all of us--21 people total. Our first game or two of bowling was taken more seriously, but toward 1:00 a.m., our bowling devolved to singing and dancing and gutter balls and total ridiculousness. Pretty sure the human body wasn't designed to bowl for more than two hours.

My pictures came out dark and blurry, so here are a few of Shan's:


 Shan & Jeremy (he's such a goofball!)

Me and Cass (my awesome niece), with Elijah & Dylan sort of in there too.

Trinity face-painting her boyfriend, Caleb

 Me, like, "Will you put the damn camera away?"

 Trinity & Caleb (they are so darn cute)

I have more but I don't want to violate friends'/neighbors' privacy by posting them. 

Happy New Year to you and yours!