Chronicles

#Writerslife Proposals, Pitching, Queries…oh my!

This week, I stopped by one of my favorite podcasts, Writing Excuses, and caught this great one on all of the above.

They really tackle some of the old vs. new outlook on pitching, proposals and queries.

Even if you’re not at this place yet, it’s great to keep these thoughts, tips and tricks in your back pocket.

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Stay passionate!

-DNC

Drafting Woes: Confusion on Where I’m Going

Forgive me readers. I know some of you are invested in my literary journey and may be wondering why you haven’t heard from me. Why my blog has been slow, or why you haven’t received my month newsletter.

That answer lies in both my unbelievably busy personal life, but also in the tug of war that is continuously happening in my current W.I.P.

On the personal front, my children’s lives are moving so fast, I’m just trying to keep up.

But on the writing front, there are so many ideas and edits that I want to make to the first draft of this new piece (check out the teaser), that I’m all over the place–jumping from chapter to chapter.

I’m starting to realize that my drafting “lifestyle” is mimicking my personal lifestyle; Jumping from one scene to another at lighting speed. Trying to mold character fast to finally get to the end. That has to stop, IMMEDIATELY!

So I’m rearranging my schedule again to get some dedicated hours in a week, at least one day. It will more than likely have to fall on just one day, unlike my daily writing six months ago. But that’s what happens when you’re a passionate writer who is also a passionate life player (mom, wife, sister, friend, colleague, etc.).

Sometimes change is necessary to keep your spirits high and love flowing. My love for writing continues.

So here’s a promise: I’m posting once a week on this here blog (yes a little gangsta talk means I’m serious).  And I’m actually going to start story boarding, which initially I hated thinking about doing since it seems so structured and I’m such a free writing spirit (or at least I try to be) but now I get…I get it guys. Then I’m also going to continue connecting with you wonderful people in dis here writing community.

Matter of fact, I am ecstatic to have the opportunity to join New Roots Living for their October workshop, Publishing Demystified: A Coaching Workshop for Writers. This is a great event for writer’s who not only want an insider’s look on my and another writer’s journey, Eryn Donnalley, but also hands-on coaching about your own literary journey.

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See, I understand that sometimes when things seems chaotic, seemingly pushing you into a corner, slowing or even stopping your drive all together, God reminds you that this all included on your journey. It’s not a corner, but just a moment of reflection; like timeout. And not a dead-end, but a left turn.

Stay passionate people!

P.S. Look out for my short story series. Since my drafting process is taking a lot longer than I was hoping (but it’s definitely necessary for this piece), I’m inviting you to indulge in some passion-fy stories along the way. Stay tuned.

 

3 Ways to Practice What You Preach

As a mother, wife, author, sister, daughter and so on, it can be hard to “practice what I preach” but here are a few tips I shared on HERCrisis.com that have helped me to do exactly that. Check out “3 Ways to Practice What You Preach”.

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One of the reasons I started Monday Motivational posts—previously Monday #Mid-WYFEMotivation—was to share positive insights from my own plight. My goal was to push us all past those “bad” moments to refocus on the greatness ahead, which has been a lot easier to do than I ever thoughts.

THEN one day, just a few weeks back, I was actually invited to give a motivational speech to a group of women…say what?!

Yep. God said, “now go practice what you preach.” I’m not going to lie, I thought He was nuts. You mean, you want me to go say what I write about? I only give this advice verbally to my close friends, and I don’t even know if they use it!

I definitely had a moment of doubt, honestly, several hours of doubt. Then I used three ways to get back on track. Three tricks that may also help you…

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#WritingPromptWeds Flip-Flopping T.V. Show Characters

It’s been a while but to get my writing juices flowing,I decided to do a writing prompt and I invite you to do this one too. Today’s prompt is brought to you by Writer’s Digest and it’s a tough but fun one:
Take your favorite TV show character of all time and put him or her into a different show that you enjoy. The character should be surprised to be in unfamiliar territory, but should interact with the other characters and, if possible, help them solve a problem. Word count: between 200-500 words.

Let me know if you can figure which shows I combined. Hint: Both shows are from the 90s.

Playing It Cool

Khadijah woke up on Hillman’s campus in a foreign bed and with a scrawny girl over her.
“Wake up sleepy-head!” The southern girl squawked at her. “Tailgating is about to start. Have you seen my pearls.”
“Say what?” Khadijah was lost. “Where’s Scooter?” Searching the dorm room for him, she noticed two other young girls; a frazzled head, groovy looking chick and a studious stern-faced girl who was apparently also getting ridiculed by the 60s chick.
Who the hell are these chicks and where the hell am I? Khadijah thought.
“Oh my gosh fine…I’ll go!” The studious girl was the first to give into their relenting peer pressure. Khadijah knew she had to follow suit-—it was the only way she would be able to figure out what was really going on.

“Speed up you slow pokes. I’ve got to find Dwayne and give him this letter.”
“Whitley, you wrote him a love letter…that’s so sweet!” The frazzled-hair girl cooed.
“No Freddie. It’s a list of outfits that just went on sale at Neiman Marcus that he can get me for Valentine’s Day.”
“But Valentine’s Day just passed?”
“Oh, it’s never too soon to start on next year’s gifts, honey?” Whitley snipped.
Khadijah was in awe of the girl’s audacity but couldn’t deny that she reminded her of her snobby BFF Regine.

The campus was live. Fraternities and Sororities were blasting music; strolling and chanting to each beat. Other students were sitting on cars dressed in color-blocked shorts and various African print shirts; laughing and drinking. The guys were trying to mack on the girls and the girls were prepping to be macked on.
“This is hype. What’s going on again?” For a moment, Khadijah wasn’t worried about the “how” just about what was going on?
“It’s Homecoming. The picnic and stepshow start in an hour and…” Whitley paused in her tracks. The lively and giddy girl turned stone face with anger.
“Who is that whore monger all up on my man?”
The ladies directed there attention across to the blue tent, where a guy with double-shades stood talking to a girl. The girl was dressed in a tribal mini so tight that Khadijah wondered how she could breath.
“There’s no way that girl is real. She’s a zombie or something. I bet she’s about to pass out in like two seconds…let’s count.” Khadijah looks down at her watch to start timing. The girls burst out in laugher— all of them except Whitley.
“I’m going to bust her upside the head and then bust him a new head.” Whitley began to jump toward the two and Khadijah grabbed her.
“Hold up, hold up, hold up. Look…he’s not interested in her. Just look at how’s he’s looking at her face. Believe me girl, if he was interested in her, he would surely let his eyes fall to all the places she’s trying to show. Be cool.”

For some reason, unknown to Khadijah, Whitley actually listened.
“You’re right. My sugarplum doesn’t want that nasty, low-budget skank. I’m going to be cool and go get him.” Khadijah watched as Whitley sashayed over to the guy, trying to play it cool.
“That girl’s got some spunk. But still…where am I?”

Then an unfamiliar face stepped in front of her and took her hand. Bringing it to his face for a gentle kiss, he introduced himself.
“Hi I’m Ron Johnson. And what is your name beautiful?” Khadijah was smitten with his suave nature. Scooter who?