D.C. Williams's Blog, page 17
April 10, 2013
I’m published!
Okay, as an indie on Kindle, but still, you can buy it on Amazon and it’s out in the public arena, and I’m thrilled. I’ve been waiting for this days since I was twelve years old.
April 7, 2013
I am a very, very bad non-blogging person. I haven’t bee...
I am a very, very bad non-blogging person. I haven’t been on here since before I went on vacation, and that was almost a month ago. Oops.
And I have a rejection. I haven’t heard on the other novel, and as soon as I can make a really clean copy of the first one I will publish it to Kindle. I write under the name ‘D.C. Williams”. And I had a great time on vacation, and got only slightly sunburned.
March 1, 2013
I have Betas!
Over on goodreads, someone finally took pity on me and offered to read all of “Unexpected Gifts” and send it to a friend of hers. I am so happy. And I still haven’t heard from the first publisher I sent stuff to, so I sent different stuff to a different publisher. Hopefully somebody will want something, or it’s Kindle for me.
And I have to pack for the Caribbean (long story, and my family is staying home and developing a bad case of green-eyed monster). So, ten days, from New York in March to the tropics, with no money for new clothes, and reasonably modest outfits I won’t roast in. So if you are off on a fabulous vacation and you see a funny little middle-aged woman in flip-flops, a t-shirt, and a maxi-skirt, you know it’s me. I’ll probably bring a couple of capri sets too.
February 12, 2013
The transformative nature of Prom
I love this season. Teenagers, even when sulky, make a nice change from my brides, much as I love making my girls beautiful. Many of them have no clear vision beyond “hot”, which is frankly easy to achieve with any seventeen year old with a decent body and a skimpy sequinned dress. Some of them, though, know that this dress is magic. It will turn you into something else.
Sometimes it’s as simple as a child who thinks she’s funny-looking or has a weird body standing outside the dressing room, free of those awful sweats half of them wear, and struck by the realization that “hot” is attainable in the right dress. Sometimes they want to be superheroes. Or Cinderella, or a purple princess.
My brides never want to be anything except brides. Or very occasionally, not there, because they are not enjoying this process and someone has talked them into it.
I love the way these girls can still throw themselves into a role, secure in the knowledge that a magic garment will make them into something other than a perfectly normal suburban teenage girl.
February 5, 2013
February 4, 2013
February 1, 2013
January Doldrums
Still nothing from the publisher. I’m at fifteen and half weeks. Aieee! I should just assume they are rejecting it, and move on from there. To more publishers, or straight to Amazon, where these things could be making me money. Not a lot, but money. I am so tired of being broke, and I’m way more broke than usual this year. December is bad, but I always have money in January. Not this January. Not only can I not take my family out to eat after a twelve hour shift instead of going home to cook, I can barely pay my rent and buy groceries. I swear everything has gone up.
January 25, 2013
I have a confession
I’m a modest dresser. Not sure why. I’m not THAT religious. I’m not unreligious, but I don’t belong to anything that would be shocked by the sight of my knees, or my shoulders, or any other body parts within reason. I don’t pretend to know if modesty is pleasing to God, but it feels more comfortable at this stage in my life. My husband has also decided he prefers it. More clothes, good.
I am terminally old-fashioned, and that may have something to do with it. Or maybe modern dress just reached the tipping point of naked. Who knows?
The only thing that irritates me is the assumptions that people make. I don’t mind people assuming I’m a Christian (I wouldn’t be upset if people assumed I was a religious Jew either, and I think that may sometimes happen). I don’t even mind polite inquiries as to what my faith might be, or explaining what an Episcopalian is. I mind when people assume that I’m not open-minded, or well-read, or interested in the broader world. It particularly irritates me when people assume I’m a homophobe. Or even when people who know me well enough to realize that I take that “love thy neighbor” thing seriously decide that I must be uncomfortable with topics such as gay marriage and tiptoe around them. I certainly wouldn’t assume that most conservatively dressed people would be in favor of marriage equality, and some of them may be strongly not in favor of it, but talk to me first before you assume you know who I am.
