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Shocking news

Today is a red-letter day, my friends.  Today I’m going to tell you about…  Making jewelry!  Or at least, my jewelry business activities.

Yes, I know!  Unprecedented, isn’t it?  I’m pretty sure I talk about everything *but* jewelry on this blog.  But I figure, hey, why not?  And since I’ve lately been devoting a lot more time to building up my business, I figure I ought to take a crack at it.

What have I been doing, you may ask.  (Or you may not.  But I’m going to tell you anyway.)  Well, first, when I moved the bulk of my item listings to Zibbet, I also started cruising the fora (plural of forum, for those of you who prefer your Latin without the standard American twist) and found a thriving, warm community.  I got involved with a group that does weekly “flash attacks,” trading links and promoting each others’ shops and items.

The best time for me to do this work turned out to be on my morning and afternoon commute, so I ponied up the cash for wifi service on the ferry and signed up for a Hootsuite account to manage all my posts.  And it’s been working brilliantly!

I sign on in the morning and schedule tweets to go out all day while I’m at work.  Generally, I do half of them for the “flashee” at the time, and the other half are divided between my own items and other random things like Seahawks news or current events or useful articles.  I really enjoy finding the twitter handle of someone affiliated with whatever I’m posting and tagging them.  ;-D

One thing I’m really trying to do is provide more content than just sales pitches.  I mean, who’s going to follow me – and pay attention – if all I do is advertise all day?  No, I need to have more to attract people than just that.  So after I schedule out a dozen or so messages (more if the mood strikes) I look at what’s trending and find a discussion to contribute to.  Like the #YesAllWomen, for example, though I wasn’t doing this yet when that got started.

Basically, I’m trying to interact with others in the Twitterverse in a way that encourages them to pay attention.  Thus far I’m meeting with some results.  Pretty much every day something that’s come out of my feed gets attention from outside our flash attack group.  Which is the mark of success for what I’m doing – we’re all very attentive to each other, so when these ladies share my tweets it’s awesome, but doesn’t show the same results that I’m looking for in my other posts.

It’s a slow process, but I think it’s working.  At least a bit.  Which is really all I can ask for!  As my darling HSO is fond of saying, “Progress is.”

The return of NaNoWriMo

That’s right, it’s time again for thirty days of literary insanity!  This year’s project will be titled “Ferry Tales” and it will follow The Redhead through her regular ferry commute between Bremerton and Seattle.  Quite a reach, don’t you think?  😉

One of the things I’ve decided to try this year is that I’m not going to name any of my characters.  The protagonist is The Redhead.  On her morning commute she sits near Woman With a Million Stories and the Voyeuristic Grandmother who eggs her on.  She will get hit on at some point by a Tall Biker With a Mustache.  You get the idea!

Hopefully by removing my need to invent backstories and names the action will flow a little better.  And since most of my characters like to sit on their rumps and talk too much rather than getting things done (gee I can’t see why they would!) this tactic might play to my strengths as a writer and make the month easier to get through.  I hope.

So forgive me if I don’t post much (or at all) for the next month.  I’ll probably be so tired of writing that I start getting the urge to throw Ubu across the room.  Or not…  But maybe!  At any rate, the third try is supposed to be the charm, and I’m hoping to win again this year.  Wish me luck; we start in about two hours and fifteen minutes!


I had a moment today, as I was leaving the pet store walking behind a happy couple with a toddler in their shopping cart, when I wished for a conventional life.

I wished for the normalcy of a 9-to-5-working husband and house with a white picket fence.  I wished for a moment of being like everyone else, with 2.4 kids and a dog and church on Sundays.  I wished for a firm place in the community, clear social expectations, and neatly defined behavioral roles.

For just a moment there, I really wished I could sink into apathy and mediocrity and just be part of the faceless masses.

Then I shook my head and decided I’m going on tour next summer as a solo act.  If Gumby’s not still around, I can just rehome Princess and put all my stuff in storage, you know.  Have to give up my waterfront view, but I’d get to see a lot more of the country from the road.  And I bet I’d get a whole lot of songs written, too.


It’s not about me

I’m really excited about the song I finished yesterday.  Why?  Because for once it has nothing to do with me.

Yup, I was inspired by the feel of a different song, and the first lyrics I came up with led to the second lyrics I came up with, and that set the tone for the whole shebang.  It didn’t exactly write itself, but it definitely didn’t come from my own life.

So now I need to polish and finish it up, and then I can play something that doesn’t make me feel like Taylor Swift.  😀

Script Frenzy

Tomorrow starts “Writing Insanity: The Spring Session.”

Not content with spending copious amounts of time and energy and frustration in November on National Novel Writing Month, I have decided to compound the insanity by doing Script Frenzy this year.  SF is similar to NaNoWriMo, except you write a hundred pages of script and you do it in April.

I’ve never written a movie script.  I’ve never actually seen a movie script.  But I’m going to try and do this anyways.  Why?  I don’t really know.  Just seems like it might be fun.  There’s no pressure, since I’m not doing it WITH anyone, and I’m not going in expecting to win.  But it will be interesting to see what pops out of my brain.

For more info you can go to the Script Frenzy website.

NaNo – DONE!!

Getting ready for the Thank God It’s Over party tonight at the Methodist church.  Yay!  I know, I know, I do love doing NaNoWriMo.  But it was just so much on top of everything else this year!  So I made my choice and I put my novel aside in favor of other priorities.  Like putting out a decent newsletter, getting good photos so I could list more items online, and getting funding for the store opening.

I guess those were pretty important, too.

So life will go back to its standard form of insanity, down from the enhanced period of literary insanity.  The good news is that I’ve made some good contacts, so there’ll be better advance planning for NaNoWriMo 2012!

It’s NaNo time again

October is nearly over, and you know what that means…  It’s almost National Novel Writing Month!

This year I’m writing about the first permanent colonists going to Mars.  There will be a deadly accident (potentially involving the Traveling Shovel of Death), lots of interpersonal conflicts, and plenty of nerdy science.

So my posts throughout November will be short and possibly incoherent.  Bear with me, I’ll be creating elsewhere.

If I actually feel confident in what I come up with, I might put an excerpt or three here for your perusal.

At any rate, have a safe Halloween!  I’ll be at the E Brem Shari’s at 11pm to kick off the 30 days of insanity.

Happy birthday to me!

Thanks to my fabulous beeeg seeester Aubrey, I have a brad new laptop for my birthday!  Woot-woot!

I know I’ve been MIA for months now, but my PC died on me (right in the middle of the Christmas rush, no less) so I’ve had to borrow others’ computing devices for months now.  And between keeping Etsy up, checking my email, and (occasionally) following the news a little, my blog has fallen by the wayside.  Mea culpa, my followers, please forgive me!

You know that I’m not the most prolific poster, but I hope you’ll continue to pop in on occasion and see what’s blowing my skirt up…  figuratively, of course.  😉

I am a WriMo!

A strange thing happens every November. The phenomenon started in Oakland in 1999, and it’s been spreading (like a fungus) ever since.  No corner of the world is spared; the fingers of this beast have reached to Europe and Africa, to Asia and Australia.


National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for short, is a 30-day period of insanity wherein a large number of people around the world succumb to the insanity of writing a 50,000-word novel in 30 days.

This year, there are 127,000 of us in fact. Yes, us. The insanity has taken hold of me (along with all the other forms of insanity that are already in residence) and I am utterly lost.

The decision to write a novel was a little surreal; I’m still not sure why I’m doing it.  Other than Rosi is and I feel compelled to follow suit.  Or perhaps it’s the feeling of doing it “just for the fish” – you know, just for the halibut.  <Ed. Note: You have permission to groan at the lousy pun.>

Whatever the reason, I have 6,050 words written in three days, which puts me ahead of schedule.  When I sat down yesterday to write Chapter Two, I was already tired of my story.  After writing Chapter Three this evening (and accidentally skipping two plot points) I am noticing a distinct problem.  I’m going to run out of plot long before I get up to 50,000 words.  Hell, I may be out of plot by the weekend at this rate!

So I am entertaining the (somewhat disturbing) notion of adding plot twists that will wreak merry havoc on the sensible progression I had planned.

This is (to my OCD/control freak mind) quite a concern.  What if it turns out crappy?  What if I hate it?  What if it’s totally and utterly unrealistic?  What if it DOESN’T MAKE SENSE?!?

All of which is not the point, of course.  The point of NaNoWriMo is to generate word count.  It’s to write without judgment, without editing, without imposing silly barriers like brevity or logic.  (I cringe.)

I am afraid that the very basic idea of NaNoWriMo is entirely antithetical to my way of doing things.  It’s casual, it’s incoherent, it’s even been likened to charging towards an oncoming tornado, discarding one’s clothes, to become one with the twister and merge with it for the dizzying ride.  Um, excuse me?  I’m supposed to let go of my desire to control all things possible?

Perhaps that’s the best argument for a gal like me to participate, though.  Perhaps when I get into week two and my protagonist has her successful record release, and her mutated kittens with the opposable thumbs escape (no, really), I should throw caution to the wind and jump naked onto (into?) the twister, letting the Random Plot Generator decide my next move.

Proverbially speaking, of course.