Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Insecure Writer's Support Group. August 2015

Here we are again, another first Wednesday of the month and posting for IWSG. Thank you, Alex for starting this group.

The last couple months while living in hotels I had such spotty Internet service that I wasn't able to post. Fortunately we now have an apartment.

I am not feeling very insecure at the moment, just exhausted. I finished my manuscript and have been catching up on my critique partners stuff. I'm starting on the edits fo my ms. soon.

So how is life treating you?

I know this isn't every long, but I wanted to at least post something.

To read more insecure post go here.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Finished! The Rise of Lord Sinon

Well...sort of. The manuscript for The Rise of Lord Sinon is complete at a little over 94,000 words. The 'sort of' comes in because now I must edit.

When I write, I edit as I go, so this job is not as difficult as it is for some. I know that there is one chapter in particular that I want to write from a different character's POV, other than that, minor stuff.

I have an awesome online critique group. I have been submitting two chapters at a time to them already and many of us submit the whole ms. when it's ready so I will do that.

I am a little behind on my critiques for this group so I'll catch up before I start my own editing. Once I have edited, submitted to critique and fixed anything I need to then I'll hire an editor and look for an illustrator. I want to re-do the book cover on The Treasures of Carmelidrium too by the same artist, just so there is a flow between both books visually.

I hope to release by the end of November. Look for future announcements.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Insecure Writer's Support Group: Mom

Greetings. Another first Wednesday of the month and thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh another IWSG post.

For the last five years or more I have thought come January 1st, that things couldn't possibly get worse, and yet they do. I have faced one adversity after another, sometimes thinking I wouldn't make it through. But in every situation from nearly dying to being homeless and many more I haven't posted about, I give my heavy heart and the desperation to Jesus. What can I say? Without God I surely would have perished by now.

At this writing I am faced with yet another heavy loss and have cried more than once. Yesterday, I saw my mother for the last time in her lifetime. Today, by the request of her husband, his son is flying them to Seattle, Washington where they will live out their lives. My mother has congestive heart failure along with a host of medical conditions related to that as well as other problems. She is 92 and will be 93 in June. In addition, she has dimenshsia. In the last two weeks, she's been in and out of the hospital twice. She's on oxygen and a special diet. Her husband is in complete denial over her condition and wants to control the situation which includes eliminating her diet needs and oxygen and has told her she won't need them in Washington. If she survives the plane trip it will be a miracle. Not so much from the high altitude, but from exhaustion.

So there you have it, a source of diblitating anxiety and worry. Yesterday, I told her that I loved her and nothing could separate us from our love. She did likewise. That is my comfort. Last night I couldn't write.

So how did I fill the three hours of our last visit? By keeping things positive. I told her how tulips bloom in Washington in February. I told her about a TV special I saw about bird island and described different birds to her. She is a published author too, so I told her about my current WIP and showed her my published work on my kindle. We talked about my childhood experiences. My husband was with me so my mom talked to him too. Her memory is such that sometimes she mixes up current events she's seen on TV with things she did as a child. That can be a challenge. She told me she needed to get back to writing. I agreed with her, after all, writers are writing even in their heads all the time.

Today, I will continue to write, I'm almost done. I will read the submissions from my critique partners. But my heart and thoughts are flying to Washington.


To read other inscure post go here

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Insecure Writers Support Group; Housing

Greetings. In the last five years I've been through a lot. We lost our home but rescued it in a short sale so we didn't suffer a foreclosure. That procedure took 4 years alone. I published my books, see side bar. I lived in a roach and black mold infested apartment and nearly died. My doctor said break the lease or die. We did. The apartment evicted us and came after their money. We won the court case and they were told to remove the eviction from our credit report. Now we were turned down for an apartment because of the eviction and that we owe too much money since Bank of America hasn't removed their lien on us, illegal on their part. Fortunately we have all the legal documents. Unfortunately, our current landlord gave us two weeks to move. We aren't the only ones. The parking lot is full of rental trucks. The landlord is turning these units into section 8 housing. For non Americans, that means the apartments will be rented to poor people who need government assistance to live. The landlord will then charge the government $1,300.00 a month. He currently gets $850.00 a month. Do you smell a skunk yet?

We were turned down for an apartment due to the above mentioned foreclosure and lien. No apartments are available until May. Those fly by night motels want $70.00 per night or $350.00 per week. We don't have enough unless we don't pay our bills and give up eating.

Are you out of breath yet? I am.

A year ago I was admitted to the hospital and spent ten days in ICU (Intensive Care Unit.) I almost died. Then I was transferred to a rehabilitation center for 5 weeks. People loved me because I was so positive.

All this, the struggle to live, only to be homeless. It sucks!

I've finished chapter  25 of my sequel to The Treasures of Carmelidrium.

Not sure if I'll have the internet to visit anyone. I'm writing this on February 28.

There where two things in life that I valued above all others. To be loved and have security. For me, security is a home. I married a man who was so abused as a child that he doesn't know how to love. He knows how to criticize. And I have no home. Panic is an emotion I'm submerging in boiling water to release myself from it's hold.

Sorry this is a downer.

To visit others who will be ore positive, go here.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Insecure Writers Support Group, What's Up?

Greetings all, it's the first Wednesday in February and that means it's time for IWSG, created by the thoughtful Alex J. Cavanaugh who is practicing his ninja skills even as you read this. But instead of flashing swords, he brandishes a guitar. If you'd like to read more IWSG post go here.

My name is Nancy and I publish under my initials, N. R. Williams. I'm too old but, I won't tell you just how old I am. Sorry.

I'm about 3 quarters of the way done with the sequel to my epic fantasy, The Treasures of Carmelidrium. Which is available as an e-book on Amazon. See the side bar. I could use some more reviews.

I bet I can guess what you're going to say. "I don't read fantasy." No problem, my book is easy to read for anyone. There's mystery and suspense, music, a villain and romance. Oh yeah baby. It has it all.

The sequel is long over do but I have a good excuse. I almost died. My recovery has taken some time. But now I'm whipping through the chapters at about five a week. Of course, once it's done I have to edit, rewrite, edit and then send it off to my editor.

The title is, The Rise of Lord Sinon and I hope to release it this fall.

That's my news, same as last time. What's up with you?


Here's a tease.

Warning: Includes a spoiler to the ending of the first book.

Lord Sinon Awiergan stood in the center of the Library at Château de Talaith. Coal from hell burned his stomach. High King Healden sat at an intricately carved desk in the middle of the room and had yet to look up from the study of a stack of papers. A grandfather clock on Sinon’s right ticked away at his nerves.
The oval room had a spectacular view of the west gardens and the stable. The late summer sun shone through multiple windows and splashed against the rich deep blue carpet. A circular wrought iron staircase connected the main floor to the upper interior balcony which supported grand bookcases. The rosewood dome ceiling finished the magnificent room.

            It was rumored that the windows had been imported from L'Amérique, the queen’s home world. Another time Sinon might have enjoyed the vast display of the grounds and gardens of the château, but at this moment his nerves cut him like razors.