I missed my post last week! I'm not quite sure exactly what happened, except that things have been oddly busy lately. I'm not quite sure why. It was near the end of my deadline, but I was actually ahead of everything. There have just been a lot of small events going on and I lost track of time.
But I'm back now, never fear! I'm that annoying itch you just can't scratch, always coming back when you think you've lost me.
So, what's been going on? Just, ordinary things. Shopping, a movie, some time spent with family, all stretched out over several days. My sister has just gotten a new puppy and that's been very exciting. I'm proud to say that the puppy is very fond of me, and I am very fond of her. Her name is Hazel, and she is a Boston Terrier mix. There are pictures of her on my facebook page, at facebook.com/authoremilyblue/ and also on my Twitter! Surprise! I've been trying to post there a little more, at twitter.com/Miss_Emily_Blue. So, if you want to see the cute puppy, check either one of those places.
I've been having a hard time finding, well, time, to read lately. I've been working on Firestarter by, you guessed it, Stephen King. An older book, for sure. The copy I'm reading is at least 30 years old, and it is definitely showing its age.
I'm not sure that I have much more to share, except to say that I have all three of my revised short stories circulating around and I'm about to get to work on a fourth. I've been in a very good place recently, which is probably why I've let myself get busy lately. I've wanted to do things. I've wanted to go out, and dress up a little in nicer shirts, with more jewelry.
To someone who never used to even want to leave her room, this is something wondrous and new.
Be sure to stop by at the links I mentioned before!
Until next time.
~Blue
Monday, January 22, 2018
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
Happiness Is Like...
I have to say, the fact that I'm seeing a few views here is really heartening. I'm so grateful for anyone who takes a few minutes out of their day to read what I've written.
I recently finished working on a second draft of a short story that I wrote in the past. I feel much, much better about it now. My partner read it and called it creepy, although she's not normally a fan of horror so her tolerance isn't very high. Nevertheless, she's always honest with me, and she says she enjoyed it. It needs another edit and a real title, and then I can look into sending it around to magazines.
Three stories of mine, circulating the internet, looking for a home. Nothing is certain and yet, the idea of all that potential is astonishing to me. Even a year ago, I wouldn't have thought that I'd be accomplishing so much, personally and professionally.
But, nothing's perfect. Happiness is like breath against a window at night, a pale fog through which the darkness can still be glimpsed. It won't last forever, that fog. It dissipates, shrinks away. But we breathe again.
Today (technically yesterday but at the time I'm writing this, it's 2:40 a.m. and I haven't gone to bed yet. It feels like today to me still) I had a very hard time getting out of bed. Unless someone has had depression, or a similar discouraging mental illness, I think it might be hard to understand the weight of your own discouraged thoughts. It's so hard to get going, and all the while it's like you're carrying this boulder uphill. At any moment, your strength might give out. You might fall, collapse, get dragged back, be crushed.
Or, you just might make it.
I like to think I made it. I did my work, and I had some fun. As my partner says, it's not about plastering a smile to my face. It's about putting one foot in front of another.
I think that's all for now. Be sure to check out my author page on facebook, at facebook.com/authoremilyblue/
Until next time.
~Blue
I recently finished working on a second draft of a short story that I wrote in the past. I feel much, much better about it now. My partner read it and called it creepy, although she's not normally a fan of horror so her tolerance isn't very high. Nevertheless, she's always honest with me, and she says she enjoyed it. It needs another edit and a real title, and then I can look into sending it around to magazines.
Three stories of mine, circulating the internet, looking for a home. Nothing is certain and yet, the idea of all that potential is astonishing to me. Even a year ago, I wouldn't have thought that I'd be accomplishing so much, personally and professionally.
But, nothing's perfect. Happiness is like breath against a window at night, a pale fog through which the darkness can still be glimpsed. It won't last forever, that fog. It dissipates, shrinks away. But we breathe again.
Today (technically yesterday but at the time I'm writing this, it's 2:40 a.m. and I haven't gone to bed yet. It feels like today to me still) I had a very hard time getting out of bed. Unless someone has had depression, or a similar discouraging mental illness, I think it might be hard to understand the weight of your own discouraged thoughts. It's so hard to get going, and all the while it's like you're carrying this boulder uphill. At any moment, your strength might give out. You might fall, collapse, get dragged back, be crushed.
Or, you just might make it.
I like to think I made it. I did my work, and I had some fun. As my partner says, it's not about plastering a smile to my face. It's about putting one foot in front of another.
I think that's all for now. Be sure to check out my author page on facebook, at facebook.com/authoremilyblue/
Until next time.
~Blue
Wednesday, January 3, 2018
New Year Neatness
I'm aware that the title is lame. I couldn't think of anything else that would sound better. I'm just going to claim the lameness as my own and make it a feature.
I hope everyone had a safe New Year's celebration. My own New Year was very quiet. No noisy neighbors or anything this year. I don't do parties, so it was more or less an ordinary day for me. In fact, around midnight, I was just painting. Maybe the cold had something to do with the quiet. It's hard to be in a partying mood when it's negative degrees outside.
I haven't thought about a resolution this year. I can't even remember what my resolution last year was and if I failed it or succeeded. I think I'm just going to focus on doing the best day that I can. I feel like this is going to be a pretty good year, though. Everything has been on a pretty upward trend for me, so hopefully it will only continue getting better.
As I write this, Cassie is desperately trying to tell me it's bedtime. She keeps flying around and won't settle anywhere. That usually means she's tired. She also has this impatient little chirp that she does when she wants to go to bed, usually right in my ear.
I just finished my work deadline not all that long ago, which means I'm right in the middle of some free time. I've got a big project of my own that I'm working on right now, mostly reading and editing and planning at this stage. Maybe it will come to fruition in 2018, or something else will. And if not, there's always the other years to come.
I finished reading Cujo, by Stephen King. I didn't remember as much of it was I thought I did. I enjoyed it, as I enjoy most of what he's written, though it's not my favorite. That would be Misery, or Pet Semetary. Right now, the book I have picked up is The Death of Grass, by Samuel Youd, writing as John Christopher. I haven't gotten far into it, although I'm looking forward to seeing more of it. I can't remember if I found it on a recommended science fiction list, or one for horror. Given the subject matter, it seems to fit in both categories.
Editor Bird is biting my ear, so I suppose I should end this. Thank you for reading and be sure to check out my author page at https://www.facebook.com/authoremilyblue/
Until next time.
~Blue
I hope everyone had a safe New Year's celebration. My own New Year was very quiet. No noisy neighbors or anything this year. I don't do parties, so it was more or less an ordinary day for me. In fact, around midnight, I was just painting. Maybe the cold had something to do with the quiet. It's hard to be in a partying mood when it's negative degrees outside.
I haven't thought about a resolution this year. I can't even remember what my resolution last year was and if I failed it or succeeded. I think I'm just going to focus on doing the best day that I can. I feel like this is going to be a pretty good year, though. Everything has been on a pretty upward trend for me, so hopefully it will only continue getting better.
As I write this, Cassie is desperately trying to tell me it's bedtime. She keeps flying around and won't settle anywhere. That usually means she's tired. She also has this impatient little chirp that she does when she wants to go to bed, usually right in my ear.
I just finished my work deadline not all that long ago, which means I'm right in the middle of some free time. I've got a big project of my own that I'm working on right now, mostly reading and editing and planning at this stage. Maybe it will come to fruition in 2018, or something else will. And if not, there's always the other years to come.
I finished reading Cujo, by Stephen King. I didn't remember as much of it was I thought I did. I enjoyed it, as I enjoy most of what he's written, though it's not my favorite. That would be Misery, or Pet Semetary. Right now, the book I have picked up is The Death of Grass, by Samuel Youd, writing as John Christopher. I haven't gotten far into it, although I'm looking forward to seeing more of it. I can't remember if I found it on a recommended science fiction list, or one for horror. Given the subject matter, it seems to fit in both categories.
Editor Bird is biting my ear, so I suppose I should end this. Thank you for reading and be sure to check out my author page at https://www.facebook.com/authoremilyblue/
Until next time.
~Blue
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Holiday Blues
I am the sort of person who will tell you that I don't want to do anything for my birthday and holidays. And I mean it when I say that. In the past, I really have never felt like celebrating anything. There hasn't really felt like a point. It's all just been ordinary days to me.
This Christmas, I actually wanted to participate. I'm sure that this has something to do with the depression medication that I'm on, which I wasn't on last year. It really has been helping. I actually had answers when I was asked what I want for Christmas. I put up a little fake tree on my coffee table and decorated it. I even did a little photoshoot with my parrotlet, Cassie, and she was cooperative (after I convinced her with food.) If you know parrots, or birds in general, you know they aren't really cooperative things!
Isn't she adorable?
It was also a pretty rough couple of days right before Christmas, but I pulled through and I think I'm going to be better for it in the long run. And, in the end, I really did enjoy my holiday.
I'm in the middle of work right now, my deadline being on the 30th. That was interesting to deal with, working through the holiday when everything was so busy and chaotic, and I admire anyone who does it year in and year out. That being said, I think I did pretty well, considering that I'm still a little ahead of schedule.
I'm still waiting to hear back from the places that I sent my short stories to. I'm used to that by now, and I have a lot to keep me occupied in the meantime. One of those things is Stephen King's Cujo, which I'm currently rereading after several years. I'm enjoying it just as much as I remember. It's classic King, monsters, monsters, everywhere...and most of them are human.
That's all for now, I believe. I've just been mostly absorbed with balancing Christmas and work, which hasn't left time for much else.
Be sure to check out my author page at facebook.com/authoremilyblue. I've been posting a lot more updates there lately, different from what I write about here.
Until next time.
~Blue
This Christmas, I actually wanted to participate. I'm sure that this has something to do with the depression medication that I'm on, which I wasn't on last year. It really has been helping. I actually had answers when I was asked what I want for Christmas. I put up a little fake tree on my coffee table and decorated it. I even did a little photoshoot with my parrotlet, Cassie, and she was cooperative (after I convinced her with food.) If you know parrots, or birds in general, you know they aren't really cooperative things!
Isn't she adorable?
It was also a pretty rough couple of days right before Christmas, but I pulled through and I think I'm going to be better for it in the long run. And, in the end, I really did enjoy my holiday.
I'm in the middle of work right now, my deadline being on the 30th. That was interesting to deal with, working through the holiday when everything was so busy and chaotic, and I admire anyone who does it year in and year out. That being said, I think I did pretty well, considering that I'm still a little ahead of schedule.
I'm still waiting to hear back from the places that I sent my short stories to. I'm used to that by now, and I have a lot to keep me occupied in the meantime. One of those things is Stephen King's Cujo, which I'm currently rereading after several years. I'm enjoying it just as much as I remember. It's classic King, monsters, monsters, everywhere...and most of them are human.
That's all for now, I believe. I've just been mostly absorbed with balancing Christmas and work, which hasn't left time for much else.
Be sure to check out my author page at facebook.com/authoremilyblue. I've been posting a lot more updates there lately, different from what I write about here.
Until next time.
~Blue
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Getting Better
I guess this week the blog is a Wednesday thing! Although this time, I do have a reason.
Saturday, I had a depressive episode. It was a pretty bad one. I doubted myself from start to finish. Seeing as I have just started a new work project, this was a pretty bad time for it.
Saturday turned to Sunday and...that was it. I woke up and wasn't quite myself, but by the time I got things rolling, I felt better. I'm still a little behind on work but the past couple days I've managed to do extra and I'm managing to gain ground.
And this is how I know I'm getting better. I might not have anything figured out. I'm still as clueless as ever. I'll probably always be clueless and unsure and doubtful, and I'll struggle forever.
But I'm getting better.
And I know because my episode only lasted one day, instead of several.
I know because I can sing in the car and the sound of my own voice doesn't make me hate myself.
Because sometimes I think I look nice.
Because I laugh a little more.
I'm getting better, because I'm trying.
So, I've got both of my revised-and-ready short stories out there, floating around, awaiting judgment. I'm compiling notes, consolidating them all in one spot. I'm working. I'm going for walks on occasion. I am trying.
I finished reading The Troop by Nick Cutter, which I mentioned in my last post. I enjoyed it. The writing style was very crisp, very detailed, very visceral. I feel like it had a bit too many similes and metaphors, relied a little too heavily on comparisons in some places, instead of telling me how things were. It was also more of a body horror type of novel, what Stephen King would call a "gross-out." However, it wasn't what I would call gratuitous. There was a purpose to it.
I also enjoyed the format of the book itself. Chapters punctuated with news articles, dairy entries, and the like. The author said he took inspiration from King for that, and it was very well done.
The story itself revolves around a troop of boy scouts who head to a secluded island for a scheduled trip, but not everything goes as planned. Someone arrives. Or rather, something.
I'd check it out if any of that interests you. It was worth the read. And no, I'm not sponsored. I just enjoyed it.
That's all for now. Be sure to check up on me over at facebook.com/authoremilyblue.
Until next time.
~Blue
Saturday, I had a depressive episode. It was a pretty bad one. I doubted myself from start to finish. Seeing as I have just started a new work project, this was a pretty bad time for it.
Saturday turned to Sunday and...that was it. I woke up and wasn't quite myself, but by the time I got things rolling, I felt better. I'm still a little behind on work but the past couple days I've managed to do extra and I'm managing to gain ground.
And this is how I know I'm getting better. I might not have anything figured out. I'm still as clueless as ever. I'll probably always be clueless and unsure and doubtful, and I'll struggle forever.
But I'm getting better.
And I know because my episode only lasted one day, instead of several.
I know because I can sing in the car and the sound of my own voice doesn't make me hate myself.
Because sometimes I think I look nice.
Because I laugh a little more.
I'm getting better, because I'm trying.
So, I've got both of my revised-and-ready short stories out there, floating around, awaiting judgment. I'm compiling notes, consolidating them all in one spot. I'm working. I'm going for walks on occasion. I am trying.
I finished reading The Troop by Nick Cutter, which I mentioned in my last post. I enjoyed it. The writing style was very crisp, very detailed, very visceral. I feel like it had a bit too many similes and metaphors, relied a little too heavily on comparisons in some places, instead of telling me how things were. It was also more of a body horror type of novel, what Stephen King would call a "gross-out." However, it wasn't what I would call gratuitous. There was a purpose to it.
I also enjoyed the format of the book itself. Chapters punctuated with news articles, dairy entries, and the like. The author said he took inspiration from King for that, and it was very well done.
The story itself revolves around a troop of boy scouts who head to a secluded island for a scheduled trip, but not everything goes as planned. Someone arrives. Or rather, something.
I'd check it out if any of that interests you. It was worth the read. And no, I'm not sponsored. I just enjoyed it.
That's all for now. Be sure to check up on me over at facebook.com/authoremilyblue.
Until next time.
~Blue
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Playing With Words
I keep meaning to write these for Monday but I guess fate just wants them to be a Tuesday thing. As long as they get written at all. I think I'm getting better at remembering to update all these social media things (except for Twitter. My Twitter is a disgrace.) It's not so much a matter of finding the time to do these things, since they don't take long at all. It's more about finding the will. I want to think that I'm getting better at that, too.
I'll be sending out that story I wrote about last week, that I was so proud of. I usually struggle with short stories more than I do with novels. It's hard to resist the temptation to stretch out and play with the words, like you can do with longer works. Short stories require a different sort of skill entirely, the ability to say exactly what needs to be said and nothing more. Sometimes, it's even less about that and more about knowing what doesn't need said.
I finished up with a work deadline recently so I've got a couple free days. I intend to do a lot of reading and writing. I haven't quite decided whether I'll be starting an entirely new story, focusing on my novel in progress, or if I'll work on reviving something from the past. I want to do all of them at once but if I try to take on all of that, I'll end up psyching myself out with the workload. It's quality over quantity, any day. Sometimes the two ideals meet up and shake hands, but that's a rare thing.
The book I'll be reading is called The Troop by Nick Cutter. I stumbled across it while looking through lists of good horror novels and I'm hoping I'll be pleasantly surprised. I also just finished up Lostboy by Christina Henry, which was an exquisite dark, heart-wrenching take on the classic tale of Peter Pan. Never before has growing up been so bitter. I highly recommend it, and her writing in general.
That's all for now. Be sure to check up on me over at facebook.com/authoremilyblue.
Until next time.
~Blue
I'll be sending out that story I wrote about last week, that I was so proud of. I usually struggle with short stories more than I do with novels. It's hard to resist the temptation to stretch out and play with the words, like you can do with longer works. Short stories require a different sort of skill entirely, the ability to say exactly what needs to be said and nothing more. Sometimes, it's even less about that and more about knowing what doesn't need said.
I finished up with a work deadline recently so I've got a couple free days. I intend to do a lot of reading and writing. I haven't quite decided whether I'll be starting an entirely new story, focusing on my novel in progress, or if I'll work on reviving something from the past. I want to do all of them at once but if I try to take on all of that, I'll end up psyching myself out with the workload. It's quality over quantity, any day. Sometimes the two ideals meet up and shake hands, but that's a rare thing.
The book I'll be reading is called The Troop by Nick Cutter. I stumbled across it while looking through lists of good horror novels and I'm hoping I'll be pleasantly surprised. I also just finished up Lostboy by Christina Henry, which was an exquisite dark, heart-wrenching take on the classic tale of Peter Pan. Never before has growing up been so bitter. I highly recommend it, and her writing in general.
That's all for now. Be sure to check up on me over at facebook.com/authoremilyblue.
Until next time.
~Blue
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
A Good Day
Yesterday was one of the best, most productive days I have had in a long time. I didn't expect anything special from it but everything just pulled together for once to make an ordinary day very wonderful. I managed to do everything that I wanted. It's been so long since I've managed to read while having breakfast, since I'm always so paranoid about getting my work done for the day. Today, I was able to do that.
I received a rejection from a magazine when I sent them a short story a few days ago, but I've sent the same story out again to another magazine. I don't expect much to come as a result from that but it feels good to have it out there.
I'm also in the middle of editing another story, the one I mentioned in my last post. I'm pretty much in love with it, but it's pretty passive and I'm having to work all that out. It's a habit of mine but I'm working on it.
Another thing I'm currently working on is a Christmas present for my girlfriend, Sunny. It's a painting. I only recently got back into that particular hobby and this is by far the most difficult painting I've attempted. Maybe when it's finished I'll post a picture of it.
I think that's all for now. Be sure to look for me at facebook.com/authoremilyblue. I post there most often.
Until next time.
~Blue
I received a rejection from a magazine when I sent them a short story a few days ago, but I've sent the same story out again to another magazine. I don't expect much to come as a result from that but it feels good to have it out there.
I'm also in the middle of editing another story, the one I mentioned in my last post. I'm pretty much in love with it, but it's pretty passive and I'm having to work all that out. It's a habit of mine but I'm working on it.
Another thing I'm currently working on is a Christmas present for my girlfriend, Sunny. It's a painting. I only recently got back into that particular hobby and this is by far the most difficult painting I've attempted. Maybe when it's finished I'll post a picture of it.
I think that's all for now. Be sure to look for me at facebook.com/authoremilyblue. I post there most often.
Until next time.
~Blue
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