Sunday, March 1, 2015

March Madness and Laying It on the Line

March Madness is here and to celebrate, I'm dumping, no skatoles or basketballs, I promise. Just important information that's rattling around my head.

1)      Edits are moving forward on Blessed Are The Peace Makers – Coming Home (that's what I'm calling Book One for now). As of last night it's about one-third complete;

2)      Book Two (yet untitled) still percolates. Sitting at 52Kish it’s about half written;

3)      Recently, while soul-searching yet again, this time questioning my literary dedication, not just to writing, but to seeing my works complete and out there for others to read, I came to a realization. All I need are three things - commitment, a plan and time to do it;

4)      So I committed. I will spend at least 24 hours a week editing, writing, doing research, whatever it takes to bring these books** to publication and distribution;

5)      In 1994, I gave up a good-paying career to be a full-time medical student. At 31 hours a week butt-in-class, plus countless more spent memorizing every bone, muscle, tendon, ligament, organ, system, medical term/history/failure, microbiology, macrobiology, histology, x-ray techniques and interpretation, adjusting techniques, anatomy, physiology, holy-shit-the-list-goes-on-and-onomy, I knew chunks of my time would have to be reallocated. The decision was difficult, but I gave up television and the daily newspaper, graduated summa-cum-laude and never looked back. (Well maybe there was an occasional Seinfeld or Friends episode...)

6)      During this current existential exploration, it occurs to me that my situation today is not dissimilar to 1994 and in order to pay my bills AND bring these works to distribution, it would be logical (thank you, Spock, ) to repeat those success behaviors; SO

Goodbye dear Spock, RIP Leonard Nimoy
 
 
7)      I must choose again with heavy heart. After work (because I ditched cable years ago), rather than melting in front of mindless Netflix reruns and HuluPlus commercials, I will turn to my manuscript. Or blog. Or reading your blogs. Or research. Those pursuits that feed my writer-soul and move my works to fruition;

8)      Yes. You heard it here. I said it out loud. This evening recliner-slug is selling her recliners and giving up HuluPlus (goodbye insufferable commercials) and Netflix in favor of her literary aspirations. No, I haven’t cancelled them yet (the decision is fresh), but I will. This week. Before my paid-months run out;

9)      You may also see less of me on Facebook. Or more. This depends on how a side-project* shapes up;

10)    And finally, a big shout-out to Andrew T. Post (one of my earliest Blogger buddy/writer friends). for mentioning on Facebook his new practice of tracking his daily writing productivity. That fell on fertile ground and inspired me to do the same;

11)    Last week I began tracking my own productivity, first by-hand which was satisfying, but I kept having to dig for the infernal notebook and once beside my laptop it became a coaster, collecting spilled crumbs and tea stains, SO;

11)   This week I started an Excel spreadsheet, it’s even more satisfying and ever-handy. You'll likely be hearing more about it; AND

12)  All this has fueled both forward-motion and a sharper focus on the prize, plus given me concrete and useful data on my progress. For instance, this week I’ve invested 19 1/2  hours completing edits on five chapters (totaling thirty-three pages) and cutting 788 unnecessary words.

Is it working? Feels like it. Time will tell.

That’s good enough for me.

 ~ Olivia J. Herrell

*I’m toying with revamping or rebranding (or both) That Rebel, focusing more on issues we face on a day-to-day basis, similar to many past posts: social and cultural anthropological issues as relates to life through my particular lens/voice);

**Not just the Peace Makers trilogy, but also the abandoned women’s-fic novella Churches, Chickens and Chi-Chi’s and children’s book series Frank & Ernie Find Home.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Walk Away

Some days the words aren’t there.
Nor will they come.
Not new shiny ones.
Nor old standbys.
Nothing.
Not. One.
Stinking. Word.
Those days, it’s best not to try.
Prose falls flat.
Edits make murk.
So don’t.
Go there.
Walk away.

~ Olivia J. Herrell

And here to concur are Joe Walsh and the James Gang performing the quintessential Walk Away:


 

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Welcome to 2015 - Year Eight


Welcome to the new year 2015, excitement is in the air! Numerologically, it's an eight year for me, which means:

THE SKY IS THE LIMIT!!

So look up, fellow Rebels, I'll be breaking out this year! What will that look like? Oh, I don't know. But I've decided to GO BOLD and THINK BIG!

How about:
  •  A six-figure, multi-book deal!
  • Travel to exotic (and not-so) places, spurring the birth of a travel b/v/log by yours truly!
  •  Exponential growth for me as a writer, as a human be-ing, and as an emerging voice for the people!
Courtesy: sylvester-neujahr

Whoa. As I wrote that last bullet, the beginning strains of Stairway to Heaven played on Pandora, giving me confirmative goose bumps. After all, it is my anthem. And apropos.

For these past five years, life has been (varying degrees of) tough, but I can see now through the lens of 2015 that I that am being transformed, shaped in to something different, something new, something exciting. Something scary to comprehend. For me.

For too long, I've hidden behind convention and restraint-of-tongue, rather than speak out on many issues. Call it paper-thin skin or an over-developed lizard-brain, but the fear of being condemned makes me tremble at the first sign of opposition, then I beat a hasty retreat.

But hey. God is in charge here. Not me. So I will take advantage of this year-eight energy to keep showing up, and let Him take care of the fear, thin-skin, lizard brain, conflict rest.

Oh yeah. Lest I forget, here's one more biggie for my bullet list:
  • A life partner to gallivant about with!
What will your 2015 look like?

~ Olivia J. Herrell

P.S. Click here to calculate your own year number and get your related energetic "meaning" for your life and for 2015.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Awakenings, aka Inconsiderate People

Why is it that I get so angry when people are inconsiderate?


Courtesy granitegrok.com
It happened today. Just a while ago. I was waiting for the line of cars to pass so that I could pull out on Maple Street. My chance came when the light changed, stopping traffic. But nooo. Rather than stopping short so I could pull out, some guy stopped in front of me, blocking my exit. FLASH went my temper as a surge of adrenaline and other unhealthy hormones rushed through my system.

Luckily the guy behind him was nicer and allowed me to zigzag out from behind the inconsiderate arse, praying nothing was now coming from the other direction, then pondering the anger as I checked my rearview mirror.

The other day I was in Marshalls when a woman and I, both pushing those tiny carts, arrived at the same small intersection in the clothing department. I let her go first and she proceeded to park right in the middle to browse clothes. Whaaat? Idiota! She never even acknowledged her lack of consideration. Not on your life. Clueless I tell ya, clueless.

Really people? If you’re so damned wrapped up in your own personal kingdom of SELF that you can’t be bothered to give a little common courtesy, STAY HOME!! In fact, stay in bed. Don’t get up in the morning and foist your enormous ego on the rest of the world. Stay swaddled in your own little Self cocoon.

Now, back to my original question. Why is it that I get so angry when people are inconsiderate? Because I can’t be? Because I am and don’t know it? Or is it merely that people ought to know better? To do better? Or maybe it's because I was taught as a young child to be considerate, or because it's second nature for me to look out for others, or that I simply do not understand any other way of being.
Whatever the answer, it's a good reminder for me to be vigilant, to look for opportunities to make life easier for others. Because life is to be found in the little things, not so much in the grand gestures.

Though I sure am glad the Red Baron spared Snoopy. Life wouldn’t be the same without him. Enjoy one of my favorite holiday classics, "Snoopy's Christmas".


 

Merry Early Christmas, Olivia J. Herrell

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Ten Things I Learned from NaNoWriMo

The first and foremost thing I learned from my participation in National Novel Writing Month 2014 is that incredible things happen when I am determined.

I learned that, in spite of my misgivings, my past record or history, in spite of having a full-time (and still growing) business, in spite of all the resistance that presents its ugly head in a million different ways, I CAN!

1.      I can write 50,000 words (half a novel or a whole novella) in thirty days; (My last NaNo effort in 2012 netted 19,000 – and I still think that’s a.w.e.s.o.m.e.!)

2.      I can write 10,000 words in two days; (I won’t mention that the last few hours of the second day was agony, oh wait, I just did.)

3.      I can write 5700 words in one day; (Before NaNo my record hung somewhere around 3000, and that, my friend, was a red-letter writing day!)

4.      I can be disciplined when I set my mind to it; (This is enormous for me!)

5.      I can be so focused that the world piles up around me and I don’t really see it, much less care; (I detest a messy house/car/life. I mean, if it’s yours, fine, but I prefer order.)

6.      I can forego running errands for days, even weeks without my world falling apart; (I went ten days with no ink for my work printer. I don’t suggest you do the same.)

7.      I can be not only productive, but super productive, as part of a writing group/community; (Because I’m Stephen King, ya-know and must work alone. Don’t laugh. I’m baring my writer soul here.)

8.      I can be successful at writing for a living when the opportunity comes along; (Which brings us back to that discipline thing again.)

9.      I can write without performing mass edits as I go along; (Another Huge issue for me.)

10.  I can rock NANOWRIMO!!! (And I am soooo proud of myself for it.)

~ Olivia J. Herrell

P.S. Thank you to my family and friends for your kind support and understanding during the month of November.
P.P.S. To all the members of NaNoWriMo2014 - Thank you for your support, encouragement, motivation, laughter and hand-holding. WE DID IT!! Margaret Bail, Andrew Post, Alex Ong, Charlotte Gruber, Anna Davis, Anna Pippin, Janet Riberdy Wrenn, Jessica Harvey, Marissa Campbell, Liv Rancourt, Janice Wilson, Mary Moore, Niki Cluff, Patti Kurtz, Sillysilly Silver and So Schlie.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Anticipating NaNoWriMo


Ever get so caught up in the excitement and anticipation of doing something that you can’t contain yourself long enough to take the steps necessary for it to succeed?

Yeah. Me too.
Today that thing is National Novel Writing Month, affectionately known as NaNoWriMo.

I did my first one in 2012. No, I did not “win” by reaching the goal of 50,000 words, but I did write way more than I otherwise would've in that time. 2013 was a passing blur and I don’t remember why I missed the fun, but I’m all in for 2014.

So…

v  Wish me luck. If I remember correctly, that works out to 1666 words a day.

v  Hold those tea, lunch, dinner, movie, play, ballgame, dance, etcetera invites until December 1st. Starting Saturday, and for the following twenty-nine days, other than time spent working, I will be writing.

v  Be my cheerleader. All positive reinforcement is welcome and needed, including, but not limited to: attagirls, balloon bouquets, singing telegrams, social media plugs, prayers, flowers, good thoughts, inspirational texts, celebration parties, chocolate, green tea, flannel pajamas and fuzzy socks.

v  Follow me (or friend me) on Facebook. I’ll post occasional updates there, as well as here at That Rebel.

v  If you’re a writer and are interested in writing a novel in thirty days, join us for NaNoWriMo.

v  If you are doing NaNo, consider joining us on Facebook. It is a private group, so if interested, leave a message in the comments below or tag me on Facebook and I’ll add you.

There. With any luck at all, I can focus now. I have a few scenes to finish for Book One before I push on to Book Two, which means finishing by Friday. (Of course, if not, it will wait until December.)
Huzzah!

~ Olivia J. Herrell, October 28, 2014

Monday, October 20, 2014

Connections and Coincidence

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Don’t you just love life and all its twists and turns? Today I find myself seated at a familiar booth in Johnny’s, munching a slice of pizza and indulging a Coke addiction that, when I take it out to look, has its roots in this town, the town that Asa Candler was born in and left: thirty-five miles and aeons west of Atlanta, in the rolling hills of northwest Georgia.

It molded him, this place, nurtured him until he could strike out for the big city to meet Pemberton and build an empire that still dominates the world. When I think about Peace Makers (a novel that’s been in-process for the last four years) in this context, I get goose bumps. Much of it has been written just blocks from where he would've lived. Will I, like Asa, have to leave to find my happy ending?

Oddly enough, there are other connections. By happenstance, the novel is set in Druid Hills, an Atlanta community that Candler helped build, featuring tree-lined streets and delightful linear parks designed by Frederick Law Olmsted. Emory University, to which the Coke magnate donated land and monies is the backdrop for at least one chapter and rates mention in several others. The Candler Building, a marvel of fantastical design, appears as the locale for another scene in downtown Atlanta.

Mere coincidence? A twist of fate? Maybe. But maybe not. Whatever the answer, it's something to ponder on a fine day in October in these red-clay hills of Georgia.
October 18, 2014
~ Olivia J. Herrell

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Writing Update and a New Format

Hip, hip, hooray!

View from atop Cape Perpetua, Oregon Coast
I have (finally) updated the format of THAT REBEL WITH A BLOG and, yes, you can expect more changes along the way. As before, I will write about things that matter. Life. Writing. Living. Travel. Growing. Loving. Laughing. Crying. Whining. And, yes, some dying.

Each day brings me closer to the completion of Book One of Blessed Are The Peace Makers. It is written, but continues to transform as more layers and depth reveal themselves. Teetering at around 99,000 words, it's fatter than I meant it to be and will likely end up closer to 105-110,000. That's a lot of words for a new novelist, but for the genre, not out-of-line.

So here's to That Rebel and to Peace Makers. May they both live long and prosper.

~ Olivia J. Herrell

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