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Before the Year’s Out…

Before we close the curtain on 2016–and good riddance! This year has been a nuisance–there are several things I’d like to accomplish. They are as follows (aren’t I all hoity-toity?):

Write 10,000 more words on the “goblets novel.”
Participate in NaNoWriMo, writing at least 50,000 words on the circus freaks novel
Survive the rest of my submission responses
Blog fifteen more times.
Make a list of goals for 2017: The Year That Will Be Better.
Make a more solid five-year plan.

What about YOU? What do you hope to accomplish before the year’s out?

Let me know, and keep your pen on the page,

Beth

The Usual Cliche Horror Stories: Colds

Men and women supposedly react very differently when sick. I don’t like to sort people into groups, but this is what I’ve witnessed in my family:

Sick Dad: *feeble voice* i am so sick. i am dying. want me to cough for you?

Sick Sister: I will not get sick. I will sanitize ALL THE THINGS.

Sick Mom: I’m sick? Oh.

Me: I HATE ALL YOU PEOPLE! *curls up, growling* STAY AWAY!

Yes, I turn into a freakin’, raging LUNATIC. And guess how I’m doing right now? You guessed it: I’m a freakin’, raging LUNATIC. Achoo. Bless me…THEN LEAVE ME ALONE!

^^Okay, so I exaggerated maybe just a little (at least, with me.) If Rach or I get hurt, we’re EXACTLY that. I mean, you just stubbed your toe. The last thing you want to say is “I’m OK.” No,  I want to scream profanities. I am NOT OK. I am the polar OPPOSITE of OK, okay?

But when I’m sick? Right now I just want to curl up with a book. Sadly, life will not let me do that. I have to adult. I do not want to adult. *sobs*

Keep your pen on the page…and please pass the tissues,

Beth

Today’s Words…

Today I got to write with my good friend Ruthie! Here are my observations:

Hot, brisk tea on my tongue. The cool lulling in the air speaks, whispers “fall.” My skin saps in the moisture, the remnants of the morning, from the air. Crick, tap, skatch, rum. Two men snerk over good times and sports. The skateboard turns out to be rolling luggage. And I am hit with a tidal wave of crisp, nose-twitching perfume. Corny jokes. HA! I can see the moon.

Inconceivable!

I’m going to write the book one day. A memoir/self-help book entitled: How Bethy Got Her Groove Back. Hmm. Might need to work on that one…

ANYWAYS

It will be the book of books, one to tell people how I bungee-jumped off the Cliffs of Insanity and lived to tell the tale, and there were no ROUS I could not slay (might’ve gotten a bit singed in the Fire Swamp, but that’s another book for another time.) Inconceivable!

ANYWAYS

What I mean is, this book will give a plethora of ideas, tips, advice, and guidance on the subject of over-coming self-doubt and regaining joy in what you’re doing: writing. If I were to hazard a guess, I might write something like this:

Remind yourself why you started writing.
Post inspirational quotes where you can see them.

And I have no idea what number three is. Huh. HBGHGB is looking to be a very short book….

ANYWAYS

Just a reminder to keep your pen on the page and don’t give up on your dreams. If you do, I’ll find you and force-feed you chocolate. Because I’m firm yet nice like that.

Beth

Soooo…THAT Didn’t Happen

Did not write 15k? Do not collect your dignity. Go straight to jail.

Just kidding…well, about the dignity thing. I failed to write 15,000 words on the third. But I’m not giving up on myself or my writing. Things have just been a bit stressful lately. It’s a blip. It’ll pass.

What about you? Have you met any goals lately? Set any goals?

Keep your pen on the page,

Beth

It’s September?

Hiya.

I’m just going to touch base briefly. My stats this year have been…well, not very good. BUT I’ve written over 88,000 words, guys! WOOT! And tomorrow I plan on trying to write…

15,000 words!

…because I am a masochist.

Care to join me in setting a ridiculous goal for tomorrow? Post in the comments, and we can root each other on.

Keep your pen on the page,

Beth

Crazy Times Call for…

SUPER BETHY!

Just kidding. Nothing super about me*…except for that one time when I slapped a hand-dryer and it started working again. Everyone called me the Fonz for the rest of the day. It was awesome. Just sayin’….anyway…

Things have not gotten any less crazy-busy here. Still helping the Sisterly One with her kids and stuff. AND there’s been a funeral and visitation this week…and this weekend is a wedding. AHHHHHHHHHH!

But. BUT! I was able–PTL!–to write 675 words. Dudes and dudettes, that is the most I’ve written since the 21st of last month

Explaining…or excusing?

So, what’s the difference between explaining a situation and excusing one’s behavior? Anyone? Anyone? Buehler? Buehler? I have no idea >.< so…I’m going to excuplain.

Why haven’t I been blogging lately? Where am I? What am I doing?

The honest to goodness truth: I am discouraged and busy. This has been a rough year for me. It’s rough hearing “no.” A lot. On everything. It feels like everything good is happening for everyone else, and nothing good is happening for me. I know, I know. Whingey whiny Bethy. I so need to get over myself.

Anyone else feeling this way? Feel free to share in the comments.

We’re all in this together.

Try keeping your pen on that page, even though–like me–it seems impossible at times,

Beth

FRIDAY?! Did we even have a Thursday?

Ack! Today is Friday! How did this week go so quickly?

Anways, here’s the scoop: I completed sixteen short stories/songs/poems/plays, and I started two novelettes (each in three parts) for the whole Write Like You’re Alive challenge. So, grand total is twenty-two pieces. I’ll be in the anthology, so HOORAY!

Camp NaNo = Bust. Ending at 6k. BUT I’ve gone back and have been revising. I’m almost to a major problem scene, so looking forward to taking care of that.

35,000 words written this month

Title (because I'm all about that blog)

Before I get into today's post, here's a quick reminder that I'm blogging far oftener at The Blog of Beth Overmyer than here. But don't think I'm abandoning this place entirely. At least, not yet.

Now, onto the meat of things. Namely, silly photos that need captioning.

For example:

Doesn't this just scream "WRITE ABOUT ME"?
Also, for your consideration:
Awesome mini book and creep-tastical doll? "OUR STORIES MUST BE TOLD!"

Or how about....
"I've seen better days."
And, in case you were wondering...YES, I had no idea what to blog about. Happy Tuesday, brah.~Beth