Big interview tomorrow! Not a job interview, but an interview with a writer for TV and comics. I’m really excited about it.
I’ve got to write up some interesting and thought-provoking questions tonight to prepare. The interviews that I’ve done so far have been by email, but this one is over the phone. Stammer reflex, activate!
Seriously, though, I think I’ll be fine. I’m not going to fangirl because I’m doing a job, and I’m not going to panic because I’ll be prepared. 🙂
I was really surprised this morning to find that one of the bands I reviewed retweeted and shared on Facebook my review of their latest album. Why was I surprised? Because the review wasn’t 100% good. :/
It wasn’t all bad, either. There was really only one thing I critiqued, but I was still surprised that they shared the review considering it wasn’t completely glowing. One of the band members even followed me on Twitter, which made me kinda happy.
Maybe I should be mean more often 😉
I’m sorry
I’m sorry for all the friends I’ve lost touch with
I’m sorry for all the conversations I’ve made all about me
I’m sorry for not getting it
I’m sorry for withdrawing
I’m sorry for not knowing how to care
I’m sorry for everything
And I’m sorry for not knowing how to change
Tom sighed and looked at the ceiling. One, two, three, four…. He kept losing count around ninety.
Eighty-two, eighty-three, eighty…eighty….Damnit. How was this supposed to relax his mind? Damn therapist. One, two, three, four….
After the sun began to rise on his third sleepless night in a row, Tom dragged himself out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen for some breakfast. He forced down some dry toast and ice water. Anything else, and his sleep-deprived stomach would reject it.
He stared at his briefcase for ten minutes before picking up his cell phone and dialing his boss’s number. There was no way he was going to be able to function at work today. Feigning a cold, Tom called in sick, and his boss wished him a speedy recovery. Tom hung up and wished for an end to the madness.
The day was spent staring out the window, looking at the meadow behind his back porch. As he sat, Tom counted. One, two, three, four….
Tom wasn’t aware he had fallen asleep until he opened his eyes and saw the darkness before him.
Darkness…and the eyes.
Beyond his porch railing, Tom saw dozens of pairs of eyes staring back at him.
The sheep he’d been counting for nights on end had come to visit. There had to be eighty or ninety sheep standing in the meadow.
Eighty or ninety pairs of eyes reflecting the porch light back at him.
Did my first #livetweet of a TV show tonight. It was so much fun! Talk Nerdy With Us ( talknerdywithus.com ) ever so kindly let me hijack their Twitter account for an hour so I could live tweet the #DarkMatter West Coast premiere on the SyFy channel. It was cool to see the official show Twitter account and even the show producer retweeting and responding to my tweets (ok, to #TalkNerdyWithUs’s tweets), and to see other fans interacting.
Of course now it’s almost a quarter after 11 at night and I’m still awake because I stayed up well past my bedtime to watch the live West Coast airing of the show lol I definitely couldn’t do that on a work night, but on a Friday or Saturday I’m all over it!
I’ll find out tomorrow what my Talk Nerdy family thought about the tweetfest. Hopefully I did them proud. I certainly enjoyed myself, and next time I’ll try to remember to look up the actors’ Twitter accounts so I can tag them individually. I added a few of them on my personal Twitter account, but since I was using the other account I didn’t want to overstep by following people without permission.
That reminds me: I need to OCD my Twitter account so I can keep track of who I follow. Now that I have my Talk Nerdy family on there, plus the authors I follow, and artists, and now TV shows and actors and musicians and….anyway, my OCD commands me to fix it. In the morning. Right now, my brain in commanding me to stfu and go to sleep. I’m ignoring the brain because I’m still all excited about tonight’s fun, but I won’t be able to fight it for long.
Yeah, I think I’m getting sick. I’ve had a nagging cough & a tickle in my throat for a couple of days, and last night it got considerably worse. This morning I woke up feeling like crap, so I’m guessing I caught the ick.
Not too bad that I won’t go in to work (I’m a masochist like that–plus, who calls in sick for a cold?), but I’m probably going to be spending a lot of the weekend sleeping and nursing the NyQuil. Or rather, the store brand Nighttime, which we all know is NyQuil.
Still have a TV show to review and write up tonight, plus more binge watching of #OITNB (Orange Is the New Black) on Netflix–great show, but I’ll leave the reviews to Barbara from #TalkNerdyWithUs.
That’s right: talknerdywithus.com …get used to seeing this link. They are my people. Join the #nerdfamily.
So I had never considered myself much of an article or review writer before. Sure, I wrote a review of that amazing dinner I had at Texas Roadhouse a couple months ago, but I had never thought about doing it on a regular basis.
Well, you are now looking at the blog of a contributing writer for Talk Nerdy With Us, an online blog magazine about movies, music, books, and television. 🙂
A friend of mine found the job (for himself) through Craigslist, and when they mentioned they were looking for writers on the West coast, he asked them if the Southwest was good enough. Some emails were exchanged, and the rest is history. I turned in my first article, a review of an album (way outside my comfort zone, considering I’m not the most musical of people) last night, and it has been posted to the site.
It’s not a paid job, but it gets my name out there and also helps with my writing. The more I write, the more I improve, even if it’s just one or two articles/reviews a week. Bonus: I can use it on resumes and author bios. 🙂
My #editor (aka my mom, at booksbyliz.com), hasn’t even had my book for 24 hours yet and I’m already sweating bullets. I know I have a lot of those dreaded -ly words (adverbs–the most hated of all descriptive words in the writing biz), and I worry about the whole show-vs-tell thing (though I think I’ve worked on most of that, or at least what I found of it in my revisions).
I know that yes, my mom may be a tad biased, but she’s also a good editor, and she’ll tell me what’s what. I’m not afraid of the red marks…I’m just ready for the next round of revision. Bring it on, Mom!
Just so y’all know, my mom also offers #ghostwriting services, and she does an excellent job of that as well. I’m not just saying that because I’m biased–I’ve seen her write successfully in a variety of genres.
Well, it’s done. I’ve sent my #roughdraft off to my editor.
I’ll admit, I’m more than a little nervous. It’s my hope to have this #novel traditionally published, and I know how tough that can be in today’s market. Most people who have read the first third of the book thoroughly enjoyed it, though, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
I know this is a long process. It’s not going to get published this year. But I have to keep my outlook positive. Wish me skill (not luck, because skill is what I’ll need). 😉
I’ve finally had a break in the obsession with my novel that has prevented me from producing new #writing material.
New ideas for two #shortstories have sprouted in my mind, and one of them is for the #charity #anthology I’ve been participating in. I considered keeping it for myself, but I decided to be generous and share. Besides, it’s for a good cause. The other one, though, is mine all mine. #Greedy
I still have a little more tweaking to do on the novel, but that will have to wait for now. I want to get at least one short story down today while I have the ideas fresh in my mind. Might as well make the charity one first. 🙂
