Renee Miller's Blog, page 46

Dear Old Dad

I've been puttering away getting my 2000 words in each day. I'm halfway through my newest project and I'm having so much fin writing it.

Somehow time has slipped by really fast and I've come to realize, only this morning, that it is father's day this weekend. How could I have forgotten such an important day? Mother's Day I never forget, but then i keep hoping that Kurt will just once acknowlege such a day. Sure we get to go to dinner, with the kids, but poutine and garlic bread I can have any da

Setting Goals and Cleaning House

I have been plugging away at my 2000 words each day and I must say that the goal setting is a brilliant idea. I've gotten more than one hundred pages written of a new story that I can only imagine would have been set aside otherwise. With my brain I need to strike while the iron is hot, or there isn't anything left in there.

I'm actually getting more time for the kids and (yuck) the housework. By having to schedule enough time to get those words in, I've actually made more time for myself. Now I

Where have I been?

Oh my God, I have a blog? It would seem I've forgotten about this little place. How could I forget?

I didn't really forget, I just got distracted. i have a few new projects right now, so I'm writing away trying to make my goal of 2000 words each day. Sounds pretty easy at first, but making sure you sit down and write every single day is very hard.

The distractiions are many; cleaning, kids, grass growing, and books to read. I also have serious editing to which I must attend at some point. Once

Scatter Brain

First I want to say yay me! I have finished the first edit for Once Bitten. Spelling, punctuation and all of that fun stuff is for the most part corrected. Now it is put away for a while.

I've started researching the Lousiana Bayou and its history of witchcraft and voodoo for a new idea. I am going to visit that place some day I hope. There is such a rich and fascinating history there and it is also a beautiful place. I've been so interested in reading the history I nearly forgot to start the b

Progress

So I didn't exactly finish my editing. I did make all of the little marks on my manuscript. Crossed off things, added indeciperable note and all of that. I didn't actually get all of the changes dones on the computer though. But the yard is cleaner. That is progress.

I've also been doing a lot of reading and submitting to publishers. That is progress as well. Publisher A whose name I will not say here, turned out to be not what they claimed. Traditional my ass. Yes they wanted Happiness Hills, b

Pile of Pain

I sit here this morning because that is about all that I'm able to do. It was a warm spring day yesterday and I decided to tackle the awful and ugly woodpile on the side of our house.

We've been here two years and still that hated pile sat there making the yard look junky and redneck. All that was missing was an old car without the tires. So armed with a rake, a few boxes, and garbage bags I set out to destroy the woodpile. It didn't look so big, after all, we used most of the usable wood this w

The freedom to think for ourselves.

Recently I heard some disturbing news. Apparently certain genres of books have been taken off of a popular site because of their content.

These genres include for the most part, erotica and gay and lesbian literature. I find myself getting angrier the longer I think about this. Is it true? If it isn't then who would start such a nasty rumor? If it is true, who are these Gods that they can pick and choose what we want to read?

What century are we living in? THe last time I checked, freedom of spe

Loose Ends

Well, the snow is nearly gone and the temperature is rising. Very soon I will have no more excuses and I will have to clean the yard.  Maybe it will rain for a few more days and I can put it off.

Nine days since the end of March and still no word from that darn publisher. I considered letting them know that i was still waiting here, breath held, nerves fraying. Then I thought that doing so would make me seem too desperate. Is there such a thing as too desperate? Or is just plain desperate bad en

A little unbalanced. It's not a bad thing.

So, I wake up this morning. Yes people that is an event in itself. But today I woke without the usual miserable thoughts about it being too early and I am eager to greet the day. What do I see as I head to the kitchen to make my coffee? Snow. I said SNOW! When will it end? It's not just a little snow either. It's drifting, wet, cover the whole yard snow.  I am so depressed now that I think nothing will get done today. I can't possibly be expected to clean when it's such a nasty day. I think mayb

She Strikes with her good arm.

So, I am editing like crazy in order to finish Once Bitten so that it can go out to publishers. I am also checking out this screenplay thing.

Well, I have been distracted again. Now I have all of these ideas rolling around in my brain. It's kind of hard to focus so I decided I'd take a break from editing, like you'd have to twist my arm, to begin something new.

I started a story about four girls on a yearly camping trip that turns into a nightmare. Sounds scary right. Wrong. I just can't bring m