Shhh! Its a secret

Yes it’s true. I’ve kept the fact that I’m writing a novel a secret from most of my friends and family. (with the exception of my husband and a small amount of people)

*gasp*

Why?

I’m not entirely sure. The reasons pile on top of one another. I was never a lover of the written word–writing–guru–english major–type of person. (Please don’t kick me out of the writing world for this confession.)

So, when I started writing it was for the love of stories and my wild imagination. It was silly. Really. ME? Write a book? Pshaw! Then I found that I loved it. So why did I hide it? Hmm . . . that’s been a tough one to answer. Let me try to explain.

I’m a quitter. No, I don’t like that. I’m a non-finisher. There, that’s better. I didn’t want to start my novel and not finish. If I told my family I know they’d all smile lovingly and supportively and think to themselves . . oh, here she goes again, we’ll see how long this lasts. I did not want those negative thoughts buzzing around.

I knew my non-writerly loved ones wouldn’t really see the HARD WORK and awesomeness that goes into writing a book. They’d only see the silly part, the imaginative part, the part I call FUN. You know, creating my own worlds, characters, rules and plots. They’d know that I stay up late thinking about an indian who often travels his magical mountain shirtless, and not that I’ve worked really hard to learn how to put emotions into my words and figure out exactly where that comma goes! (I’m still not sure) They’d think I was silly.

But when I tell them that I wrote a whole novel–a giant, full length Young Adult novel!–Now that’s accomplishment! I’ve been looking forward to that moment of big reveal when I get to tell my family that I WROTE A WHOLE BOOK! That my friends, will be a great day.

It’s been a long time that I’ve held this secret near to my heart. It’s tearing me in two. I can’t keep up the lies! I told myself I’d tell my loved ones of my passion once my first novel was finished. Well, thats taking a lot longer than I thought. So, on April 27th I made a goal to have my book finished by the end of May. *yikes* To make myself even more accountable, I posted it on my family blog, and concealed what I was actually doing. I confessed to having a secret project and told everyone that I would reveal it to them on May 31st.

Things are coming along great! Since I made the goal I’ve accomplished so much! I can’t believe that I can actually get so much done so fast. (Takes a moment to look around the mess of a house and the child zoning out in front of the TV)

So, on May 31st I will officially reveal once and for all that I'm a writer! Stay tuned friends, things are going to get wild over here!

Till then . . .

Shhh! It’s a secret.

Wordless Wednesday

Dreams Do Come True!

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My Bio

I had to put together a bio for the Maple Mountain Writers Guild website (coming soon!) I was really struggling with what to say that would show a reader how cool I am, why my life is amazing and why they should read my stuff. Let me tell you, that's NOT easy. So after much toil I finally came up with this:

*I tried to keep it as close to the truth as possible*

NaTahsha Ford’s life was struck with tragedy at the tender ago of one, when her parents were grotesquely murdered by the most formidable villain the wold had ever seen. He was unaware of her super powers and was destroyed, but in the process he marked her as the chosen one who would save the world from all evil.

She was taken in by a kind man who was secretly her grandfather, and leader of an ancient secret society. He taught her to hone her powers, solve riddles and decipher codes.

As she grew, her intelligence was unmatched, and her intoxicating beauty blossomed into something desired by boys near and far. Her high school years were marked by an intense love triangle between a blood lusting vampire and an immature, yet sexy werewolf. She was strong willed and powerful enough to realize that she didn’t need either of them. She kicked them both to the curb and continued on her quest looking for her true love, one who did not want to eat her and wasn’t half dog.

NaTahsha never lived the life of a damsel in distress, and often kicked in the faces of the whiney princesses who sat helpless while counting on hunky men to save them. Instead, she uses her super-powers, and plump, luscious lips to defended her self and kick some evil butt. She’s learned that through that course of action, the men often come hunker and even more shirtless.

She spent years time traveling through a secret magical cave. There she met historical people and had adventures that strengthened her powers and kept her on her path to eliminating all evil.

Today, NaTahsha is still on her quest of super power-ness, evil butt kicking, flaunting of her goddess-like good looks and seducing of shirtless men.

What do you think?

Recess Sucks

My pal Margie is hosting this contest in which we write about why recess sucks, and I've not been able to think of anything else, since. Check out her blog (Spin me write round) and enter the contest your self!

A disclaimer. I am not a soul-less child eater as this story may entail. I was merely trying to convey my frustrations at the moment. I love kids. Especially the well behaved kind.

Recess.

Ugg.

I escort the kids outside, dreading being on recess duty. But I’m the T.A. I get the crappy work.

It’s Joey’s first recess in weeks. No punishment or discipline can get through to that kids oversized melon. He doesn’t care. Every day he starts with a clean slate. Five chances before he loses recess privileges. Five chances is four too many. That kid should be cleaning out the urinals with a toothbrush. At least I wouldn’t have to chase him around the class room everyday so my teacher can teach. Is it legal to tranquilize a student during school hours? Not anything lethal, just a small dose of sedatives is all I’m asking for.

I shake away the un-teacherly thoughts as I enter the bright playground, and wrap my arms around myself. Why did I wear a skirt today? The wind whooshes up me and I have to dance around. I congregate with the other TAs to a spot where we can keep a watchful eye on the kids, while staying out of sight.

The bell finally rings and our classes line up with us. Suzy tattle tale informs me that Joey hasn’t lined up yet. The other TA walks my class in while I deal with Joey. It’s me, him and a tall twisty playground. I’m an adult, I should be able to handle this third grader just fine, right? Wrong. As soon as I tell him to come inside, he bolts up the playground and balls himself up on the top of the monkey bars. The only way to get him down is by yanking on his dangling leg. It’s not too far of a drop, he wouldn’t get hurt too badly. No, I push the thought away. I’m not allowed to touch the kids.

He likes the chase. He teases and runs away from me, staying just out of my reach. My face gets redder and he laughs. The more I yell, the further up the playground he climbs. I threaten to call his Mom or his Dad. But that has no affect. Those push over parents bow down to this child like he’s the queen of hearts and his tantrums alone could make their heads roll. I threaten to call his babysitter, the one person who has any control over the creature—I mean child. I can see I’ve hit my mark. Joey starts to climb down.

I laugh within myself. I’ve done it! I’ve conquered the beast. I imagine dragging him into school by the earlobe, whacking him a few times with a yards stick and placing the dunce hat on his head. Where did the old fashioned punishments go? Kids wouldn’t be so out of control if they had to answer to a stuffy teacher with a bad hair-do and a yard stick.

But I am wrong. Oh so wrong.

Joey bolts!

All the energy he’s built up over weeks of no recess comes bursting out of his little legs. He heads for the fence. I yell and chase after him—stupid skirt! I can’t keep up! Joey reaches the fence and starts to climb. A busy street and wide open world waits for him beyond the chain link. He’s now a danger to himself.

Just before Joey reaches the top of the fence, I grab him by the back of the shirt, and yank him down. Stifling my desire to body slam him to the ground like an overpaid wrestler, I place him on his feet. With a firm hand gripped on his arm, and one on his back, I walk him to the principal’s office. I ignore his pleading and his meaningless apologies.

I say nothing.

Recess sucks.

I leave Joey in the hands of our principal, whose chair is all too familiar with Joey backside.

That night, I officially make the decision that I’ve been struggling with for weeks.

I am definitely not cut out to be a teacher.

It's a miracle!

I’ve been practicing and developing a skill, that when used appropriately can break even the meanest streaks of writers block.

Yes, it’s true! I’ve discovered the cure to writers block.

I want the world to learn this amazing skill, so that this raging torment that affects writers everywhere can be a thing of the past.

We all know how it goes, you’re writing along beautifully and then your fingers come to a grinding halt against the keyboard. You scratch your brain, scream at the computer, eat lots of cookie dough and still nothing comes out.

My friends! It doesn’t need to be that hard!

Heres the big secret:

simplicity.

When your mind goes blank, figure out the simplest way to get your point across and–voila!– the wall comes crumbling down and you’re writing like you never thought you could before.

Let me give you some examples so you can see the theory work.

Scene one: My characters are traveling down a tunnel. Shea is approached by a man who has not hidden his distaste for her.

He leaned over me and whispered, cold and wheezy against my ear, (Here’s where my mind went blank, and I had to employ the simplicity theory) “I will threaten you now, and you will be frightened. My character will develop and you will begin to be suspicious of me.”

See how amazing that is? I didn’t know how the character was going to get my point across, so I just made him say it as simply as possible.

Aren’t I an amazing writer?

Do you want to see another one? Its really good.

“Hello, thank you for meeting me a secret manner that is suspicious.”

“You’re welcome, though our conversation, Shea will be wary of our intentions.”

“Yes, and when horrible events unfold in the future she will suspect us as being the masterminds.”

“And now, we will laugh evilly at out despicable plans!”

I know, you’re jealous of my skills. Don’t get frustrated, you too can learn to write like me.

My latest one is my favorite:

“I will say something relevant to the situation, but somewhat strange that will show an intuitive person my real intentions.”

See, it’s easy. It takes some time and practice to develop your skills, but soon they will be as well crafted as mine.

My great friend Jo, (on my blog list as Shoveling in a Jo Storm) was aware of my amazing abilities and she shared a video with me that employed the simplicity is best theory. I rolled on the floor when I first watched it.

Academy Award Winning Movie Trailer

I will end my post by saying something inspiring, that will show you what an amazing writer am, make you excited to read more things from me, and most importantly, get you excited about writing too!