Tag: Writer’s Life

This Writer’s Life: A Disappointing Trend

This Writer’s Life: A Disappointing Trend

An Awesome Story Unfinished

See the source imageThere is a disappointing trend among some young writers/authors. Last night I finished what could have been an awesome story/series by an author I’ve never read before. An author I will never read again.

This is the second book I’ve read like this and if this trend continues, it will be devastating to the rest of us. I can only presume she is an Indie Author because a publishing house would not agree to this conduct.

An Author’s Promise

As writers, authors and story tellers, when we publish a story we are making promises to our readers. We promise to give them the best story we can write and polished to as close to perfection as we humans can achieve. We promise to give them a complete story, not a partially written story.

 

 

What is a Complete Story?

At the least, there are three acts to a story: the setup, the confrontation, and the resolution. Or, to explain further, the setup tells what the story is about, the confrontation builds on the setup, raising the action. It is also the story’s midpoint of the story. Every story should contain a pre-climax (which begins the final action), a climax (the big “showdown”), and finally, the post action or closure ending the story.
As writers, we promise to give our readers a complete story. No, this is not necessarily written anywhere, but as every professional, experience author will say, it doesn’t have to be.

The Lie

I think what bothers me the most about this trend, is that I feel lied to. I feel the author has intentionally misled me to believe I was getting a complete story. Instead, she gave me the setup and maybe the midpoint. I don’t know for sure, I’d have to buy her next book and most likely a third book.
Instead, I wrote a review explaining what I found wrong with her presentation. The worst part, this author is a wonderful storyteller. If she had given me a complete story, I would have become a loyal reader, eager to read the other books in her series, and this blog post would be a glowing book review.

Greed

All I can think is that authors who do this are greedy. They saw a way to make more money selling incomplete books. I feel sad for anyone who follows this trend.  Yes, sure, they may make money in the short term. But, as a writer as well as a reader, I don’t believe they can fool all of their readers all of the time.

 

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Do they?
Eventually their readers will realize they’ve been duped and yet another reader (or two or more, if they write reviews) will be lost forever. Or, if these authors are as intelligent as they appear, they’ll lose the greed motivation and get back to writing good stories. The type of stories we should all be writing.
Thanks for reading! This is this writer’s life…

 

Shirley Burly by Scott Pixello

Shirley Burly by Scott Pixello

Author Scott Pixello

One of the joys of writing is the constant opportunity to play with words, Scott Pixello uses this fascination to entertain himself…and us…

Shirley Burly and other Stories

For those who enjoy history and a clever play on words, Scott Pixello‘s Shirley Burly and other books looks quite entertaining…

 

Meet Shirley Burly:

Thirteen, half-Turkish, a little overweight and obsessed with Sherlock Holmes. Oh yes, and she’s just been told she’s ‘on the spectrum.’ Together with sidekicks Monty, Napoleon and Jasper, she starts a crime-fighting blog, aimed at her obsessive online fans, called ‘Dear Stalker…’ She’s a different kind of detective with a different skill set. She’s about to surprise lots of people, including herself. And still be home in time for tea.

– Copyright, Scott Pixello

 

You, Me, and a Spider-Cat

You, Me, and a Spider-Cat

It’s not polished, but it’s a fun impromptu poem I wrote this morning for an upcoming event…

Those who read my stories will know what a Spider-Cat is. 🙂


You, Me, and a Spider-Cat

My dear, wonderful readers,
I’ve written my stories with my ideals
Refusing to yield to market feel-ers
Added the nuances in my mind,
Twists and turns and unexpected hills
All things a money-hungry Publisher
Would derail, shortchange, and kill,
For this writer to write her best
It MUST be on my terms, unfurling
My wings, pushing myself to the
Literary edge knowing that

You, me and a Spider-Cat want to go!

 

Copyright Ingrid Foster

 

ADHD: An Asset or a Hindrance?

ADHD: An Asset or a Hindrance?

The Bottom Line

The bottom line is being diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder with Hyperactivity (ADHD) is not a death sentence, it simply means an answer to many of the questions you didn’t know to ask…and a lifestyle change. You may (most likely) begin to research ADHD and find yourself dealing with a multitude of encouraging advice, ads trying to sell you “cures” or at the very least “helpful daily solutions,” and then there’s those who suffered from ADHD for years and they have all the answers, or none at all.
Like I advise those actively seeking advice on writing, one size does not fit all. You are the only one who can choose what works for you. Long before I learned I had an ADHD mind, I had developed coping skills. I didn’t know why I was different from the other kids in school. All I knew was that I had to find ways to help myself because no one else was helping me. I was on my own.

Just Breathe

And so, I leave you, my fellow ADHD-er with this, take a deep breath and embrace your Attention-Deficit uniqueness. Your ADHD can be either a hindrance or helpful asset. It’s up to you to chose. For me, it’s been more of an asset than a hindrance, I am uniquely made and so is my writing, my creativity. Having ADHD was also a major asset in the computer world. My mind works fast, switching gears on a heartbeat or focusing so keenly on a chosen task that everyone else disappears.
So, you have ADHD. Why is that a bad thing? In my mind, it’s not. I love a challenge and having ADHD enables me to explore new options and areas most people never dream possible.
In Remembrance of a Beloved Friend

In Remembrance of a Beloved Friend

Jimmy 2003 – 2018

Isn’t it strange how the loss of a furry family member hurts as much, if not more, than the passing of a human loved one? But these animals are often such an important part of our lives, it’s no wonder we mourn their loss.

When I think of our dog, Jimmy, as the one-week anniversary of his passing approaches, I remember the constant vigil he always kept between my husband and me.  And, how he would  strategically place himself so he could see or hear us both of us at the same time.

I remember long walks in desert, his playfulness, even at 15. Jimmy was such a loving, happy dog. Yet he was also a fierce protector at our gate, refusing to let anyone pass unless we gave the go ahead.

Yes, we miss you, Jimmy, and feel your loss deeply. We miss our playmate, companion, protector, confidant and beloved friend. Rest in peace, Jim…

 

Jimmy’s Favorite Game

 


Rest in Peace, Sweet Boy, You will Forever be in our Hearts

Jimmy

December 2003 – December 2018

 

 

 

ADHD Living! : Be Your Own Cheerleader

ADHD Living! : Be Your Own Cheerleader

ADHD Isn’t a Death Sentence

As one who has been challenged by ADHD her entire life, I commend everyone who strives to help not only those with ADHD but also their families and support systems. The names of these conditions alone cause anyone to cringe and run for cover.

But this condition doesn’t have to carry a cloud of doom, There are coping methods and techniques that can be taught; making ADHD a plus instead of a minus.

RAA: Research, Adjust and Achieve

Just remember RAA – Research, Adjust and Achieve

Research everything you can learn about the condition

Adjust to the coping methods and discover your own 

Become your own best cheerleader! Use your coping methods to Achieve your goals one day at a time.

But, above all, have fun with it! Yeah, your brain is different, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Learn to work with it instead ofagainst it. You’ll find being unique is a pretty good thing after all.

 

 

 

A New Adult Novel?? – My Life

A New Adult Novel?? – My Life

Life in the Air Force

New Adult VS Young Adult, Yep, That’s My Life –

This morning while dressing, it occurred to me that since young adult novels seem to be “it” right now in regards to book sales, maybe I should be working on that “great” young adult novel I still have inside my head. But, of course, being ADHD, my brain went in a multitude of directions from there. When I finally sat down to write what came out was more “new adult” than “young adult.”

One of the adages that writing teachers readily preach is “write what you know or know what you write.” So, with that in mind and being that my “new adult” experiences began when I left home and enlisted in the Air Force, this is what came forth from my cranium this morning….

The Plan?

In June of that year, I graduated high school, less than two weeks later, I turned nineteen and more than a month after I graduated, my new life began, or at least that was the plan. In retrospect, I probably never should have enlisted. I should have figured out a way to go to college and become this great, amazing writer, the one who lays dormant inside me.

But that wasn’t my life; mine was about surviving and getting away from the hell that was “home.” It wasn’t always that way, one upon a time I was surrounded by people who loved me and wanted me, but then not all fairy tales have happy endings and when my “wicked” stepmother married my father, she truly was not a very nice person. So like all fairy princesses, I needed to escape and my escape was the United States Air Force. Who knew the proverbial jumping from the frying pan into the fire actually existed? I soon found out.

The Great Escape

I was a farm girl in rural Pennsylvania, my graduating class was 265, actually I don’t think every one of them graduated. We were poor, no way around it. My father’s get-rich-at-farming attempts just never panned out, so if I stayed in PA (my favorite abbreviation for Pennsylvania) it was either flip burgers or marry a farmer. Somehow neither was very appealing. I wanted to travel, to see the world, so for someone like me, the best option was the Air Force.”

In truth, not a bad start. BUT, I write fiction, not creative nonfiction and isn’t my reality incredibly boring? So, here are my thoughts…perhaps, as I siphon through my memories of what my life had been like back then, maybe I can come up a few kernels of research to use in a fictional novel. With that goal in mind, I’ll keep writing and share whatever remotely clever bits I come up with here, on this blog… Or, at least, that’s the plan today. Of course, being ADHD, I could have a new plan tomorrow… 😉

Where’s Your Box?

Where’s Your Box?

Is This Your Box?

 

Talking to my husband the other day, I told him I envision a room full of tables and around each table women and girls, mothers and daughters, aunts and nieces, grandmothers and granddaughter. And I am presenting on stage.

Your Power

“Do you remember a time?” I ask. “When you felt powerful? When you felt like you could do anything, be anything and no one could stop you?”

“Do you know, you still can?”

“Sure, we’ve gotten older, our skin is not so pliable, our bodies not as flexible, but our minds, our minds are still young and that power within us is still there. We just have to find new ways to work with these bodies that have aged or changed in some capacity.

Your Box

“So, this is what I want you to do. I want you to sit up straight in your chairs, look straight ahead and close your eyes. Now imagine a box, just an ordinary box, it can big, really big, or as small as you are. But every box has two things in common, they are square like a cube and they close at the top.

“Now you can decorate your box anyway you’d like inside your mind, but what I want you to do is imagine that that box is your life and you are living inside that box. Everything you do, every thought you have and every dream you dream for your life must fit inside that box.

Your Life

“No. No. No. These aren’t my rules. They’re yours. Unless you’re living a life where dreams can and do come true, you are currently living inside a box. And you’re life will never change.

“Do you know why? Because you don’t want your life to change.  You like your box, you like your walls and how familiar they feel. And that’s fine, if you’re happy and content and you never want your life to change. But, if you’re not happy and you’re living to please someone else. It’s up to you to change.

“I won’t lie to you, going outside your box is scary and unfamiliar. It takes courage to move outside what’s familiar. It also takes faith.

Your Choice

“Sure, faith in God, faith in your higher power, but also faith in yourself. You have to believe you can do it, and you have to believe you deserve it. Once you get past that voice inside you that says, “You can’t do this. You’re too dumb. or you’re too weak, or dreams, especially yours, will never come true. Or, maybe, it’s just because you’re too busy taking care of everyone else and it’s selfish for you to think about what you want.

“But, I have to tell you. You deserve to be happy as much as everyone else. Now mommas and grandmothers and aunts and sisters and daughters and everyone else look across the table at the person you came here with tonight. I want you to say, “You’re allowed to take care of yourself. You’re allowed to be good to yourself. Your allowed to love yourself. And then, I want you to tell the other person, you don’t have to live in a box. Together we can tear down those walls.

“Well done, Ladies. So, now I want you to take that piece of paper on the table in front of you and I want you to write a number one. Beside that number one I want you to write something you can do today to start breaking free of your box.

Taking That First Step

It can be as simple or as complex as you want. But, if you are really serious about getting out of that box, I want you to start off with something you can do, really do, today. Because if you can accomplish one goal today, tomorrow you work on number two.

“Baby steps, Ladies. Mothers, do you remember when your child was a baby. Do he or she start walking overnight? Probably not, can they walk now? Do you get what I’m saying?

“Every goal starts with a dream and every dream is accomplish by you taking that first step and then your second step and your third and so on. So, Ladies, let’s start getting you out of that box!”

 

An Ode to That First Cup

An Ode to That First Cup

(with tongue in cheek)

On the horizon, the sun breaks

Chasing the darkness of the night,

With sleepy minds and slow bodies

We stumble from our bed, hopeful

Yet searching,

 WHERE IS IT?

Where is that savoir to the sleep-starved,

Where is that first cup, that first sip

Where is that glorious elixir

we call…

 COFFEE

With each sip energy flows through

Our bodies, invigorating

our muddled minds, restoring

thought, inspiring synapsis

and we become

ALIVE

We are ready to face that

Which mere moments before

was

UN-FACE-ABLE

Get out of my way, World,

With this life-giving potion,

I can do ANYTHING

I AM INVINCIBLE!

Thank you, Coffee

 

Copyright 2017

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