Too many social networking sites

I've created accounts for every social networking site I'm aware of and am most definitely doing a half-ass job at maintaining all of them. Seriously, who has the time to update them all? The only online site I attend to regularly is this blog and I'm not even sure this counts. Twitter is my latest. I've tweeted a few times and those were amazing tidbits of earth-shattering information. NOT! Pinterest is the most boggling. My mom and sister have pinned my books somewhere, but when I do a search, I don't see them. My searches don't even find my mom. What the hell? Facebook. Eh. Kind of getting tired of that one. LinkedIn. Don't know what to do with that. It's not like I have a regular job. What else is there? I'm on a role. Oh, I check out Goodreads to see if any one's added my books to their shelf. I also keep that updated with what I'm reading. Does anyone really care? Apparently, I need to find someone or a class to enroll in to help me use these networking sites to my advantage. Another item to add to my list of things I won't do...I swear I'm in a good mood today...just slightly frustrated!

Me? A teacher? I'll give it a try!

I said yes. I agreed to teach a creative writing class through Community Education at my son's middle school. After receiving an email from one of his teachers suggesting the idea, the thought has consumed me. I've actually typed out some ideas and am constantly thinking of how to best help the students get their creative juices flowing. She mentioned in her email that the students don't get much of a chance to write fiction, which is a shame, but understandable. There is only so much time in a day with plenty of important topics to learn. This class will be after school and the students will have to sign up for it, which means they'll want to give this other type of writing a try. This is something they'll do on their own time. I'll need to keep it interesting for my sake as much as theirs.

Opportunities to share my writing passion

Two new and exciting opportunities to share my passion for writing have developed in the past few days. First, I was asked to visit a book club in town when they gather in May to discuss Missing Maggie. I love that! After having joined two other groups in the past, I feel confident in being able to answer questions and take any suggestions the members might have. I'm sure I'll still feel nervous because I think this one is a bit larger than I'm used to, but there will be at least one friendly face in the crowd. The other opportunity that awaits me, if I accept the challenge, is to teach a creative writing class at my son's middle school. Me? A teacher? Well, maybe. It scares the bejesus out of me though! My husband, the professional educator, says I should stretch myself, make myself uncomfortable. He's right (I hope he doesn't read this!). Accepting this challenge is exactly what I need. Plus, the kids in the class will want to be there. They'll be interested in hearing what I have to say. They, too, are aspiring writers. It's a lot to think about. So far, I only have ideas in my head, nothing written down. The class wouldn't be offered until May so I have plenty of time to prepare. I have butterflies just thinking about it. I'll let you know what I decide.

Let the characters lead the way

With a better direction in mind, I've decided to start editing book #3, an unfinished manuscript, from the beginning. This comes after taking nearly a month off from writing, which wasn't deliberate, but it was helpful and healthy. I spent part of that time researching agents and sending out query letters. The other part was spent reexamining the type of writer I wish to become. Do I want to pump out books with only the plot in mind? Do I want to add in sex scenes that popular books are delivering to millions of readers? Do I stay true to the person I am and write a mystery with characters I love? I vote for number three, which is why I'm starting back at the beginning and not at the climax of the story, which is where it sits at this moment. I want to be sure that the characters are believable and they have a relationship with each other. In the past I've written about a couple, a father-child relationship, and this time it's a mother-daughter relationship. I can't get this wrong. Of course something devastating happens to destroy this natural bond, but can it ever really disappear? Can it ever be so broken that no word or action can mend it? I truly don't know and that's what I hope to discover by rereading the manuscript. I hope to find that the characters will tell me the answer.

Yes, I see the difference!

Yes, I've read many NY Times best sellers and I see the difference! I've also read plenty of books that weren't on that list that I liked just as much or more. I fully understand that my writing is not for all audiences and that it isn't at that caliber YET, but give a girl a chance! The agents I'm contacting about Sincerely, sad dad are looking for the next book to push their career/agency over the edge. I can't blame them. I would do the same if I were in their shoes, as frustrating as it is. I just need one agent to believe that I can make the top 100 books of the year or something. Is that too much to ask? It seems I've resorted to begging and pleading. That's so not cool.

Aha! Cozy Mysteries!

So, I've seen the term "cozy mystery" a few times here and there, but it never really got my attention for whatever reason. Today, I decided to google it and was astonished at what I read. One site (http://www.cozy-mystery.com/) described my books to a tee. I had no idea that what I was writing was a cozy mystery! Right off the bat I'm hesitant to categorize myself so quickly for fear of deterring mainstream mystery/suspense/thriller readers. However, Janet Evanovich was listed throughout the site and I like to think my main character, Kody Burkoff, has some resemblance to her Stephanie Plum character. I'll keep researching and tag some books to read. Reading is knowledge!

Resolving to maintain hope

I could make up a lot of stuff I hope to accomplish in the new year, but I won't. I don't like disappointment. All I feel comfortable saying is that I wish to maintain hope for my new career. I wish to not give up. I wish to keep pounding the keyboard until I've written the best stinkin' book I'm capable of. That's just on a professional level. I, of course, also hope that my family stays healthy, my daughter's mouth doesn't cost us too much at the orthodontist, my son plays that damn trumpet we're on a payment plan for, my youngest son doesn't break a bone or someone else's bone, my husband and I can take a vacation WITHOUT the kids, and then peace on earth. I don't ask for much. Happy New Year!