Wednesday, February 19, 2014

These Three words: Bamboo, Turnip, Hippo

Readers- I have started a game called 'These 3 words' for authors. It's easy, any author who guest posts is subject to me picking 3 odd words they are required to use in their guest post.

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 H.K. Sterling's 3 words: Bamboo, Turnip, and Hippo
Let me tell you what it's like to be a writer. Okay, I can't very well tell you what it's like to be all writers, but this particular writer—especially at this particular moment—let's just go with that.
The writing world has changed. The "Big Five" is still held out as an elusive golden ring. Writers like me either self-publish or go to the small presses. I happen to have done both. When I first self-published I had no intention of ever submitting a book anywhere. I wanted full control of my book, down to the covers and fonts. That process was a learning experience that I'd actually recommend. However, now I write specifically for a publisher.

And I love it.

That's the upside. A good small press publisher makes life so much easier in some respects that there is more time to concentrate on actually writing.

Fortunately or unfortunately, however, creative people have this habit being creative. So if you open up more time for a creative, you might not get back what you expected in return. Oh, something creative will arrive, no doubt, but whether it looks like what you hoped for... well I wouldn't take those odds in Vegas.

Perhaps we all fear our brains will turn into turnips and therefore must create, create! More likely, we begin to look like hippos as we hunch over our keyboards with glee, fueled by a steady diet of caffeine and chocolate. Some of us may even forget an outside world exists except when our husband, wife, or family member forces us to remember.

With all that time spent in creative mode you would think organizing our own work would be a breeze. That's not what happens. What happens, at least to one writer that I know very well, is the writer took on more and more projects: some for her publisher, some creative ventures that she would have been a fool to turn down, and more, and more, and more.

Did I mention the downside of small presses? Writers, more often than not, are expected not only to participate, but also invent, invoke, and implore to achieve as much publicity as possible for their books. This takes time. Mucho time. You might not think so, but neither did this writer, until one day she was reminded she had a five-hundred word essay due the next day in order to promote her new release. The writer herself signed up for the opportunity. So naturally when the vigilant blogger inquired the night before, the writer must have had a beautifully worded post and a publicity extravaganza ready to send. In fact, the only reason she might not have sent it yet, being the perfectionist she was, was in order to polish the piece one more time.

Creatives don't have to worry about their brains calcifying into turnips. Our brains are more akin to bamboo. The smallest of seeds may be planted and suddenly we are overrun with so many ideas and projects that we're lucky to remember our name. 

The writer I know well from above? She didn't even remember signing up for the chance at the publicity, much less come up with her required post and publicity extravaganza. The vigilant blogger sent her the original email. Yep. There was the writers email, asking for this chance. The writer was lucky the vigilant blogger didn't fill the internet with invectives. The writer might have been cut a break. The vigilant blogger, although obviously organized to a degree the writer can never hope to attain, is an author as well. Perhaps she was paying the tolerance forward. We may never know.
I must go now. I'm very busy tending the garden in my head, full of creative shoots. Let's hope some of them were born to organize better.

Releases: Feb 21st 2014 But you can still pre-order 1.99 HERE


Mystery and Romance blend together when competing detectives Carolyn Woods and Jack Heart are both hired to solve the murder of Pete Wallace, only to realize they are working the same case. To complicate things, Carolyn and Jack have an on again-off again relationship. Then there is Evan Jones, a handsome architect— but he's also a suspect.

Can Carolyn manage to solve the case as more and more murders pile up? Will her relationship with Jack hinder their investigations? And what about Evan Jones? He seems like the perfect man, but could he actually be the murderer? One thing is for sure: someone close to both Carolyn and Jack has A Taste For Killing.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for coming over H.K. Sterling! Loved your use of the words.


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