I’m so glad to let everyone know that WereVamp has officially been released.
I’ve celebrated this personal milestone by conducting my first AMA last week which was heaps of fun – it’s funny how you don’t really ponder your own writing journey in detail unless it’s highlighted by a question asked of you (probably one you’ve never really though about before!).
Lastly, I would like to urge all readers to conduct an AMA of their own – it was truly fascinating! It was also a lot of fun analysing my own writing journey and I really did meet some awesome individuals. If nothing else, it’s a platform for likeminded peers and the chance to learn and experience more about the written word – and honestly, can there be anything more awesome? Unlikely!
Anyway, until next time, enjoy and please share the love by downloading my book. Self publishing is no walk in the park and anything we can collectively do to make this journey more awesome and palatable is got to be a good thing, right?
I swear, this is a viable condition often experienced by Writer’s in winter. It’s called Frozen Writer’s block. There’s no cure except for gluttonous extreme vegetation in front of the BBC channel for inspiration.
You know that saying, one girl’s loss is another one’s gain. You’re welcome, another week free of punishment from my brain. Don’t say I don’t give you anything.
Disclaimer: For faster results, attack the virus with a never ending supply of buttered popcorn and unhealthy salt and fake cheese infused Cheese and Bacon Balls.
Let me know if you want my address or I could just lie here with my mouth open and you can pelt junk food into it. See, there’s a positive to everything – even Frozen Writer’s Block.
It’s a question all of us writers have been (or will be) inevitably faced with, let’s be honest.
Do you write for yourself or do you write to become popular?
But here’s the deal:
When you write for the masses you get recognition. When you write for yourself, it’s this amazing cathartic experience that may keep you off the suicide watch program. Though slit my wrists Suzie may have been pushed to the backburner for a little while, chances are no one else really cares.
Write for everyone and at least you get a comment or two amongst that deafening crickets’ sound I at least, have become so very well versed with.
I’ll be damned if I know.
C’mon, it’s not like you come to this blog for answers is it? Because if it is, please don’t.
I already have enough lawsuits led by Psychiatrists around the world against me and I’m kinda broke, so the joke’s on them.
But still, I don’t want your insanity on my conscious. You have been adequately warned. Just be entertained or at least pretend to be, my ego bruises easily.
You always seem to strike at the most inopportune times, like my weighing machine just before a gorgeous date with an ice cream binge.
You mock me in your silence with your evil partner in crime – that dreaded foreboding cursor as it blinks at me flirtatiously always giving me just enough hope to think I may make it to the end and then you snatch it away. Oh, so torturously cruelly.
I hate you. I think I said that already but I feel like I have to say it twice so you know just how much agonising loathing I have for you within me.
That’s not very nice is it? But I don’t care.
You keep me away from my one and only friend, you are the very core of a disgusting, omnipresent nemesis.
You take pleasure in tearing apart two lovers, ripping one soul into pieces and then you ridicule me in all your powerful glory.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. It cannot be repeated enough.
It has been said in all its finality. Know that one day I will get the last laugh even if it is just to write down those eight precious letters …
Okay, so firstly I absolutelyneed to apologise for being absent for so long. It’s disgustingly pitiful and I am thoroughly ashamed of myself but my brain just decided to no longer push out any words.
Work has been agonisingly (not to mention rather rudely) busy lately and the Witches from Ronal Dahl’s wonderful adaptation felt like the Fairy Godmother when compared to my work schedule. Seriously. Though I tend to have this vague slightly acute tendency to exaggerate, I kid you not. Not even a little bit. Okay, so maybe a little bit.
I have had a number of articles published all over the Net the past few months (all work related), so I managed to be slightly guilt free about consuming my literary ice cream by telling myself that this sufficed. Excuse me while I put the fire out started by my pants.
In all honesty, I really have had quite a few articles published and my company was even on Foxtel for a week, which was very exciting. If you don’t believe me (I take offence because I really am the most honest person you are ever likely to meet. In your dreams or fantasy land), you can check out my Business Facebook Page here. Please don’t be afraid to share either, I’ll send you a Chocolate Chip cookie that I just stole from my Cookie Monster (Pic below to display the lengths I can go to).
Anyway, I promise to be more present here, if for nothing more than to read all of your wondrous fantastical crumbles left behind by your awesome creative brains.
You are my sanity, with all the insane bits being wholly owned by moi 🙂