After some low days and soul searching I decided I could not stay away from writing. I miss writing this blog and I miss writing fiction. I have one novel fully written that just needs editing and one that I have about 30k in that I need to finish and so many ideas it seems a shame not to write them.
So I am back.
I also have my author website I was updating which I'd like to finish and was going to start a new weekly blog
This is what I love and though I love what I do at my day job as well, it is not enough. I will have to toil through work and health problems, exercise and kids activities and make a schedule that works.
I picked up writing for a reason. I needed it, and I don't mean like oxygen, like so many others might say. It came to me at a time that I was grieving. It makes me calm, gives me peace, help me breathe - a form of therapy that nothing else seems to be able to parallel.
So, I guess, in a way it's like oxygen. I feel I need it to survive this world. I realized that without it my world was a darker place.
This is the first John Green book I’ve read, though I’ve wanted to read him for a long time. You know the phrase, so many books, so little time…anyway, I HAD to read it before I saw the movie, so it was time and here are my thoughts:
I thoroughly enjoyed the characters in this book. Green writes them very well, they are unique, and descriptive and you truly get a feel for what they are going through. Both sets of parents, Augustus’ and Hazel’s have just the right balance of strong, yet on-the-brink-of-breaking-down. I love that her father is the sensitive one. I think we often see fathers as being the strong and unemotional, but the truth is, they can be as vulnerable and expressive as their female counterparts.
I adored Hazel and Augustus and found their relationship sweet and affecting. I loved their silly banter, their quick wits, and sarcasm. They are actually much like me, which I liked. Couple things that bugged me, both of them had odd names. There are just not many Hazels and Augustus’ out there anymore. Their vocabulary both in dialogue and internally seemed WAY over their heads. I understand the wisdom of the dying youth, and the fact that these two are incredibly intelligent, but I still don’t think teenagers would talk and think the way they do at times. Sometimes yes. As often as they do? No. Also the calling each other by full names and first and middle names cute at first, but through the whole book, a little irritating. And the over use of “um.” Um? That’s just my ticky tacky stuff.
This brings me to Green’s writing skills, I think he is an amazing and beautiful writer. He makes putting words to paper look effortless and seamless, which, as a writer, I know it is not. It’s obvious he took a great amount of time to research the subject matters spoken of in this book , i.e. cancer, treatments, Amsterdam, and it felt like they mattered to him.
I guess I’m among the minority that found the story just good and not earth-shattering. I liked it yes, I’m not sure I loved it. I’m not a big crier when I read, and I did not cry while reading this either. The only time I remember getting a little emotional is when Hazel spoke to her mom about not being a mom anymore. There are books that have resonated with me more.
However, as I said before, I liked the book, I loved the characters, John Green’s writing is impressive, the storyline, noble. I will read the other John Green books on my shelf. This would be a 3.5 for me, but Goodreads doesn't allow 3.5 so I'd rather up it than down it.
Do I recommend it? Yes. If you like books about cancer, books that make you cry, books like Deadline by Chris Crutcher, Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher, The Pull of Gravity by Gae Polisner and any other of John Green’s books.
Writing and me that is. Life just keeps handing me these tests and tribulations this year and it's gotten to the point in which something has to be put on the back burner. As much as I'd like it to be my unruly teenagers or my job or health issues being faced by myself and loved ones, unfortunately, they win out.
You've probably already noticed the absence from my blog (if I still have any readers at this point).
I know it only takes 20 minutes a day to stay on top of things, but so do a lot of other things like graduation announcements and doctor appointments and mowing the lawn.
I still have things in play, for instance, Girl in Motion is still competing in the ABNA contest, next cuts being made in a couple weeks. You can go read and review the first 5000 words if you wish. It has an average rating of 4.7 out of 5 stars. Not too shabby.
I also have blog tour the first week of next month for Dissected, and of course it's still for sale on Amazon in print and for Kindle.
All other writerly things will be put on hold, including this blog, indefinitely. That is unless something crazy happens like Girl in Motion wins ABNA or sales go through the roof or I win the lottery or something. Feel free to keep buying and reading and spreading the word because I will be back. I have unfinished stories both in files and in my head, and finished ones that just need a little polishing.
My life is in a state of turmoil right now, big time. One of the challenges I've been facing is what I like to call Quasi eye. I may have talked about this here on the blog before. It's been happening for about 6 months now where my eyes get so puffed up I resemble Quasimodo. It is, in a word, hideous.
It wasn't that bad at first, just a little swollen, I thought perhaps we were just having a dry fall. My eye doctor thought my tear ducts were clogged. He gave me some advice, which I followed and I switched from extended wear contacts to dailies.
None of which helped Quasi eye.
Then a couple months ago I thought, after a night of having maybe a glass too much of wine and waking up with swollen eyes that I was allergic to red wine, but then decided that was silly, as I drink red wine on a semi regular basis and Quasi is pretty erratic and comes and goes when it pleases.
After a 48 hour bout with Quasi eye last week, in which my eyes were swollen halfway shut, I finally went to my doctor. I though maybe I was gluten or glucose intolerant. I'd never had food allergies, but hey, they can pop up any time during life, and now's a good time as any.
She thinks it's actually airborne allergies, gave me a prescription and told me some other things to do and take, but she did an allergy palette as well, just to see if anything else is out of whack. I already know I have allergies by the way, I'm allergic to everything under the sun. I've never had a problem with hay fever before and my eyes have never been affected, but she, as well as others have told me that sometimes it can do strange things to you one year, then never again.
Anyway, this all brings me back to gluten. Whether or not I'm allergic to wheat or gluten or the Glyphosate-based pesticides our food is soaked in (as a friend told me yesterday), many people have told me that going gluten free has made them feel better and made their allergies better. So I'm trying it. Sigh.
Which may be difficult because I love me my bread. Nothing else matters. But hey, I can eat things like Garfava, Amaranth, and Job's Tears (really? WTF are those things?) I will probably be annoying and intolerable for awhile, but at least I still have my staples: popcorn, greek yogurt and red wine.
I'm in marketing. I'm sure you know that if you've read me for awhile. And well, I'm a writer and we have to be in marketing. But my day job is also in marketing. One of my Facebook friends posted the dumbest thing I've seen in marketing in awhile. Ronald McDonald's Millennial Makeover.
The new Ronald McDonald will be wearing yellow cargo pants.
The new Ronald McDonald will be wearing a spiffy yellow vest with red piping.
The new Ronald McDonald will be wearing a white and red striped rugby shirt.
There is still some things seriously wrong with this picture.
Ronald McDonald is still wearing yellow with red piping.
Ronald McDonald's name is still Ronald McDonald.
Ronald McDonald's hair is still an unnatural color of red.
Ronald McDonald has unusually large feet.
Ronald McDonald is a clown.
Maybe instead of changing Ronald McDonald's wardrobe you should just go ahead and change Ronald McDonald. Does anyone really like him anyway? No one really likes clowns, do they?
Here is the original picture from the announcement.
First maybe we should change the color of his outfit because...well...I've done a lot of research on color psychology...no one likes the color yellow.
How about a nice blue. Everyone's favorite color is blue.
Okay, that's a little better, but his hands and feet are still freakish. I think we should update them and make them a little more normal. What do you think?
Yeah, I know, the shoes are cool, he's got regular hands, but he's still a freaky ass clown. Hmmmm...Okay, can't he be a good looking red head, like one of these below?
And since we're giving him a full blown make over, the name Ronald McDonald isn't cool. How about Finn Flanagan or Brady Burns or Cody Collins.
Now I would buy a burger and fries from these guys even if their clothes were still a little "off." What about you?
I am the mother of two crazy beautiful girls, living in the
rainy, but lovely Pacific Northwest. I have an unhealthy obsession with sock monkeys, loves pizza, soccer, the color black, kickboxing and the sun. I am the author of YA titles Never Eighteen and Dissected.
I like to write things that make people think and feel—things
that resonate with them for days. Part of my goal is to live life profoundly,
with enough passion and adventure, maybe a little chaos, so that I may become a great writer. I aspire
to never stop learning and growing and to continue trying to perfect my craft.
One of my favorite functions as a published writer is to
inspire others as well. I love visiting schools and libraries and motivating aspiring
writers to finish their stories and never give up their dreams.