Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Time is Ticking Fast!




Wow! It's been a while, eh? (Look! I'm suddenly Canadian!) I figured I'd catch you up on all the GLORIOUS things that have happened to me since we last saw each other. Especially since next month is the crazy month of A TO Z Challenge!! Ok, here we go!!




1) I was invited by a white stallion carrying my invitation in the braids of his gold mane, to join the Really Real Housewives of America blog! The bells of the show are: Tara Tyler, Ashley Chappell, Elizabeth Seckman, and now ME!! I'm so excited to join my friends at their blog, Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook group. Come by, follow, and comment!
guess which one is me!

2) I'm doing the FINAL revisions for my book: @PIMPBOOKMAMA. This round is going slower than dried molasses. But, by not working on it every day, I'm also not getting tired of seeing it over, and over, and over, and over again. Yeah, trust me. When I edit, I can super-focus on one page for an hour trying to get that perfect rhythm. EEK! Talk about anal-editor right here! Wait...that came out wrong. Wait...so did that as a follow up!!

3) The sun is shining!!!!!! Look, do you know what that means?? It means Harley riding time! My hubs washed our motorcycles, shined them with love spit, and waa-laa...sparkles like a bad boy!

Look! I made you tilt your head to the left! Mwahahaha!

QUESTIONS TO THE READER:
1) Are you doing the A to Z challenge? Theme?
2) What have you been up to???
3) Is the sun shining yet? Plans for sunny weather??

Monday, February 15, 2016

Breaking from the Norm to Find my Voice

It was the end of 2012. I started to write a YA about a girl and her mom. They needed to runaway because of some family trouble their dad endowed them with, some real mobster stuff. I wrote what I thought I should write. Hence the word THOUGHT.

My understanding then was YA is the shiznit. You want to be published? Write YA.

Every time I'd look to my writing friends for input on my progress, it was either met with "keep writing and fix it later", "you can't do that, it changes it to paranormal", or "it's good but..." It was super frustrating since this was the first book I'd written in YEARS. I knew I had it in me to write, dang it. But then, why was I struggling????

If thesaurus wanted to make money, they just needed to charge me per time I used it.

Through work, kids, and church stuff, it took me two years to finish that book from day one to edits done. Two years! It felt like FOREVER. And then, I shelved it. Immediately. Never to query. Never to open again. It shamed me.

Suddenly, my writing life spiraled, to the point I told my friend, "Dang it! I'm going to write about this bull crap!" (I probably said other words in my frustration but lets not go there.) And I did. I wrote the bull crap. I aired out the dirty laundry. I gave my MC a true villain, one you love to hate. I gave her a husband, and kids. I gave her true writer's drama. I gave her sex. Good sex at that! I told my triumphs, frustrations, tears, and pity parties through her, and filled her life with some extra twists for plot's sake. And she's snarky as hell, requiring not one thesaurus use.

I'm writing her as much as she's writing me.

Here I am, not following the norm. Not writing the YA, science fiction, romance, etc. Nope. I'm writing what suits me. I thought I had a clue what a teen would say or how they'd respond, but hearing teens nowadays, I can admit I don't have a CLUE. But, I DO have a clue what I would say. The best part is, my betas that have returned my MS so far, LOVE my new voice, the characters, and the story itself. They loved hating my villain. My first beta ever even told me, "you finally found your voice!"

Yes, yes I did.

Once I get the rest of my beta notes back, I'm combing the MS one last time, and this will be my FIRST QUERY EVER! I'm expecting 100's of rejections as I know it's the total norm, and will wait for that "one agent" that gives it a chance. I'm just excited to finally get the right story, and the right voice to even WANT to query.


QUESTIONS TO THE READER:
1. How did you know when you found your writing voice?
2. How many genres did you write before you found your niche?
3. If I get laryngitis, will you help me find my voice again?


Monday, February 1, 2016

Lost and Found: Valentine's Edition Bloghop!!

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A special thank you to our bloghop hosts: Arlee Bird, Guilie Castilol-Oriard, Elizabeth Seckman, Yolanda Renee, Denise Covey, and Alex J. Cavanaugh who orchestrated this cute blog hop about love found or love lost. Participants can either use short fiction, an essay, poem, song, etc to express their "love" experience. I'm using my old go-to: POETRY. Dedicating it to: my hottie hubs
 


a kiss

from you to me it passes
from me to you it goes
an enduring love we feel
a passionate warmth of flow

from you to me it passes
from me to you it goes
the soft tenderness of lips
a familiar touch we know

from you to me it passes
from me to you it goes
a moment, a new exchange
another reason to show

from you to me it passes
from me to you it goes
forever lost without them
a craving to have and hold

from you to me it passes
from me to you it goes
one day you will pass
and one day I will go

on that day that comes
on that day we go
a kiss from you passes
a kiss from me goes

By: Tammy Theriault

Every morning, without fail, my hubs will come to my bedside, kiss my forehead, and whisper in my ear "I love you" before he goes to work. Sometimes I have no clue he's doing it because I'm asleep. But, there are those moments I wake up early, and pretend I'm sleeping just to feel his kiss on my head and his whisper in my ear. I'm forever lucky to get to kiss his soft full lips to mine everyday. I'm forever lucky to have married him. And, I'm overwhelmed that we found each other. My lips to his.

the wedding kiss that started it all

Monday, January 4, 2016

the Vain Writer

Let's see... how do I begin...the Vain Writer. How about a visual?

Them is this world full of sparkle and glitter. They bustle about in their elaborate clothing, holding hands with the one they love. Their hair is perfect, makeup just right, and laughter on lips. The men groomed to the chicest style. Where everyone is, they are; things come to them on a silver spoon, and the course is paved in gold, feeling automatically handed to them.

But you see, there's this wall between them and those.

Those do not have everything just right with sparkle and glitter. Their bare faces don't always shine with boisterous laughter. Sometimes their loved ones are further away, or not around at all. They work harder for what they want, turning coal to diamonds over time. However, they're humble and grateful for what is before them rather than full of envy and quick results.

There are "those" who are not willing to accept their plate, throwing it against the wall, mocking the hard work it took to make it. They see "them" and can't stop their wrath. Their jealousy. They shout deep, hard, tearfully, "Why not me? Why can't I be like THEM? IT'S NOT FAIR!" Rage oversees logic. They lock themselves away, willing their body to act like them, dress like them, talk like them, live like them, be like them!

The day comes, and a few of "those" breech the wall, walking among "them". They're so alike, no one knows the difference. Their world is now sparkly and full of glitter. Everywhere there is everyone. Fun, laughter, joy every second. Lights, cameras, adoration. It's all finally here!

the Vain Writer is born.

But...this isn't you. You are one of "those", not one of "them". You weren't meant to BE one of "them". And now, you have to work harder, so much harder than them to be them. And every time you slip up, they start to notice something is...different about you. You shout deep, hard, tearfully, "I want to be me! Myself! Why can't they love me for me?"


It shouldn't be about how one's writer course got them to where they are today, but how yours will get you to where you're going. No two roads can be the same. If you don't succeed, then try a different route, keeping the end point the same. Like I tell my kids, there are a few ways to get to one location, it's all about what road we want to take today. Be one of "those" that proves anything is possible with a little hard work, not one of "those" breeching their God given path and conforming.

Good luck out there everyone! Have some writerly fun this year without the hassle of comparing, yeah?

THIS IS SPARTA!!!!
(had to do it :)~~ )



Monday, December 21, 2015

Season of Birthdays and Believers

In the few years I've blogged, I've yet to say today is my birthday. But, seeing how I blog on Monday's lately, guess what? Today IS my birthday! YAY! (I accept paypal for all transactions...kidding! I take western union...)

This is also the season of our Savior's birth. With that, every year I get super excited about Christmas. EVERYTHING joyous resounds in me. From the lights, d├ęcor, music, food, apparel, etc., I'm totally wishing every month was December.

Aside from all that... I've been thinking and reminded this season of how lowly the Lord was when born. I know the songs, I know the stories, but it never resonated fully with me till this year. I pondered a lot on a baby being born in a stable. The smells, the noise, the insects, the lack of sanitation. How could it be He was not born to Kings, to wealth, to royalty? Would we be so willing to have faith if He were? If Jesus was born to a King, would the doubters and the faithless, finally believe? They probably would.

But He wasn't born to Kings, wealth, royalty. His was of "humble birth". I believe his beginnings of being in a lowly stable, in lowly wealth, and lowly circumstances shows us that God speaks volumes. Anyone can come from nothing to something great. Anyone can have wealth in their heart when they serve others. Anyone can rise to occasions set before them. A task is neither too big or too tall. Anyone can do anything...if they BELIEVE.


I believe the Savior's birth is that constant reminder. He wouldn't have been able to do what He did if He himself was not a man of beliefs. He believed and still believes in us. We have talents, why not use them? We have voices, why not raise them? We have goals, why not achieve them? Why not do/be better instead of those things being thoughts or callous remarks to ourselves?

Religious thoughts aside, when do you start believing in you? Why not start today...

QUESTION TO THE READERS:
1. What keeps you from achieving your optimum self?