NANO, Sci-Fi's and Editing by Bonnie Le Hamilton

 I have been working on my sci-fi like I said I would, just less than I had hoped. I did get to the point where I was ready to bridge the new scenes with the old stuff, whereupon I realized I didn’t “show” the correct stuff in some of the new scenes, and I even once showed them doing something that came later in the old stuff!

So now I have to do some major rewriting of a portion of the new scenes. Thankfully not all of them. But the most annoying part of all this is I didn’t show my hero’s emotions correctly in the new scenes. How could I have forgotten what was going on in the part of the story I did keep?

Then there is the issue that my office has been closed for the last two days. So today is my first day back at work this week. I’m having some financial issues, and yet another check is going to be short. I can barely make ends meet if I don’t miss any work.

On the bright side, I did go through my sci-fi manuscript, and I have removed the portion that is actually the second book of the series to a separate file. That does need some changes made, but I’ll work on it later. Right now, I want to finish book one!

And I am so close. I swear I am.

Once I fix the errors I made in the new scenes, it will mostly minor changes and simple editing. And believe me, major changes take way longer than minor changes and simple fixes. The major stuff is always a problem.

The worst part is I always seem to get to a point in the day when no words continue to come. It’s like my brain shuts down after a certain number of pages of writing. I’m lucky if I can manage ten pages a day, it's usually only five, which isn’t a thing to be happening right before NANO starts.

You see, to keep up with NANO I will have to write between six and seven pages a day. Shutting down around five pages isn’t going to cut it.

It sometimes amazes me that I manage to finish NANO most years. And it is even more amazing that in 2017 I managed to write over 90K words in November. That is the year I started this sci-fi.

Yeah, we’re talking over 90,000 words in just one month. Which is on par with the time I wrote an over 130K rough draft in just six weeks. (If you are curious, that one was my story everyone couldn’t decide if was a paranormal romance, or sci-fi, and it turns out it's speculative fiction, who knew?)

In other words, I write more and faster when I am not writing romance! I thought I was a romance writer. Go figure.

I swear, most of what I write is romance. Promise.

Just ask Konnie, she’ll tell you.

But I must say I am having fun with this sci-fi, and it isn’t like I have never liked sci-fi. I’m a Star Trek fan from way back.

Actually, that is something Konnie and I have in common – Star Trek.

She even used names associated with Star Trek in her opus sci-fi. And I mean a ton of names from the Star Trek universe, both character names and actor names. She’s even got Roddenberry in there, both Gene and Majel! She actually did a great job.

She’s got a Takai and a Sulu in there and every time I read at least Takai’s lines I hear George Takai saying the line in my head! I do not have any problems with most of the others. There is that issue with her character Crosby where I always envision Tasha Yar, but generally, I just have fun seeing all those familiar names on the page.

I haven’t done the same, but Konnie’s sci-fi is set way far in Earth’s future whereas mine is set in an alien universe, so there is a big difference there.

There is one major change I’ve made to my sci-fi this last month or so and that is moving the first scene with my hero to before the first scene with my heroine. This seems kind of strange because this whole story started from a writing prompt competition, I entered ages ago. Everybody loved the first few lines I wrote from the prompt in the heroine’s POV.

The problem was that the stuff I later wrote in the hero’s POV happened well before the first scene in the heroine’s POV, so I had to make the change. Linear wise it makes more sense, so it needed done.

Anyway, happy writing everyone!

Of Computers and Other Issues by Konnie Enos

 

Well, this is fun. Not.

My computer died.

I suppose it could be worse. I’ve been using OneDrive exclusively for over a year now and have all my files saved there. Meaning I didn’t lose anything. I’ve also been using my tablet for most things so I can get on all my social media and check all my email accounts. It’s the important things that I still need my computer for that’s at issue.

Last I checked it had about 30 minutes of power left and no way to recharge. So, I’m left with trying to figure out what I’m going to do now for a computer. My first option was my tablet.

First, I checked Word. I could open new, blank documents and probably type on them, but I was unable to control the font and type size. Not that the program didn’t have that capability but because my tablet is old and doesn’t function as well as it should.

Second, see if I can work with our blogging program which wasn’t on the tablet. It turns out, I could get it. I even managed to open it and find what to click to create a new blog. Then I found out that I could not control the font or type on it. (I can from the computer.)

Though my other issue was getting the document I typed in Word into that program. I usually just copy paste. Yeah, copy/paste is not working on my tablet.

Oh joy, fun, fun.

Then Royce had to remind me that the software I use to track our finances is on my computer.

Fun. Now I had to see if I had yet another password to ensure I could access my information from a new computer. Do you want to know how well that worked?

I have a password to access it, but it’s little use to me if I don’t have the program on a different computer. So far, my efforts to find the solution only take me to pages that require me to sign up for the program. I don’t want to sign up again. I just paid my yearly fees. So now, I also have no means to even access my records. I suppose I could try to contact someone, but for the time being, I’m completely without my financial records because, I absolutely need the program to access the information.

So more fun. Oh Joy.

Thankfully, based on the information I do have, my information is saved, I just don’t have all of it.

And then there is this issue of Grammarly. I have it on my computer. It’s not on this one. This means I don’t have my most trusted source to make sure all my words are spelled correctly, and the sentence structure is sound. I mean, I do okay on my own, but the extra help is nice.

After all this effort to find temporary solutions, there is the issue of a more permanent solution to my computer dying. Clearly, I’ll need a new computer, because using this one cannot be permanent. For one thing, there are already three other people using it. This works for the three of them because none of them spend a good share of their day on a computer. Their smartphones and/or tablets work for what they need.

I have spent most, if not all my day on my computer. I do have a tablet, but as noted, it does not do everything I need a computer for. I also cannot share my computer. If for no other reason than doing finances can take most of the day and when the muse strikes, having to relinquish my computer to another user who needs it would mean losing my thread and my muse.

With all the issues it has been giving me over this last year, maybe getting a new one would be a better option. Unfortunately, I can’t afford even a new cord.

Royce also says a newer tablet (mine’s old and slow) might be able to run Word better. If nothing else, it should respond easier than what my tablet is doing right now. Though I’d still have to solve the financial program issue. I may have to resort to going back to my longhand records, which currently aren’t as up to date as they should be, though they aren’t off by much. Meaning I could take the time to manually update them.

Sigh.

There is also the issue with our car. It’s is still in the shop with no clear idea when we’ll get it back. It has all the parts it needs; however, they have been unable to reprogram needed parts to function in our car. So, another computer issue.

More heavy sighs.

Smile. Make the day a brighter day.

Of Manners and Karens by Bonnie Le Hamilton

As you probably know by now, I sometimes listen to podcasts about what the internet is calling Karens/Chads. And well, there are a couple of things I don’t understand.

First off; how come all these fools can’t tell the difference between a fellow shopper and a store employee?

Think about it. How dense do you have to be not to recognize that the man wearing the blue vest with military patches and medals all over and not one shred of the store’s logo? And how blind do you have to be not to recognize a man in full military camouflage complete with name and rank clearly showing, that he is not the hired help out collecting carts?

I really don’t get that.

On my most recent trip to Wally World (as my husband always called it), at one point as I was moving up an aisle, I saw a fellow customer putting something back on the shelf. Now I knew she was a fellow customer because she had a shopping basket on her arm and wasn’t wearing that distinctive blue with yellow logo vest. Dead giveaway.

But to listen to these “I don’t work here, lady,” stories, the fact that she put something back on the shelf makes her an employee! How? In what world does putting something back you decided you didn’t want make you an employee?

And my second question is what makes these people think store employees are there to be at their beck and call? What makes them believe such human beings are nothing more than peons they can push around all they want?

Had one of these dilutional persons seen the lady I saw put that item back, she would have, upon reaching her and seeing she was standing in front of the item they were looking, demand she hand it over and possibly even insist the lady accompany them on the rest of their shopping. Such a person would even go so far as to yell at her that she needed to do her job!

Newsflash, not even the actual store employees are there to do your every bidding. These people were hired to stock shelves, clean floors, straighten up, or maybe even gather orders, but they are not there to bow to your every demand.

By the way, the lady I saw putting something back, was standing next to what I needed when I reached her. Something that is on a high shelf, and I always have trouble getting it down.

I asked her politely if she would mind handing me one of those product.

She got it down and kindly put it in my basket and asked me if I needed anything else. I told her no then thanked her for her help and said I hoped she had a nice day.

Plain and simple, I was polite.

I was equally polite a few aisles later when I found a store employee with a ladder and quite a few boxes, stocking shelves, right in front of something else I was there to get. I said, “Excuse me, I hate to bother you while you’re working, but could you hand me,” and told him the exact item I needed.

He put said item in my basket and asked me if there was anything else I needed. I again expressed my gratitude for the help and went on with my shopping while he returned to do his assigned job.

But well, that isn’t the only time I’ve been considerate of the folks hard at work in a store.

I can’t tell you how many times I move out of the way of a store employee pulling or pushing some large cart or dolly, so they can get past. I once stopped in a main aisle so an employee pushing a big cart could get across said aisle. Not that my stopping helped much, every other shopper around me kept going, as if they couldn’t see that poor woman trying to get across there.

What happened to manners? What is wrong with being compassionate? Especially to the poor folks working such hard forty-hour-a-week jobs?

I read one story where this poor fellow did work at the store, but he was in there on his day off to do his own shopping! That didn’t deter this lady; she knew he worked there, and for some strange reason felt he still had to serve her very whim even though he wasn't working at that time!

Excuse me? They are not there to serve your every whim in the first place, they certainly don’t have to put up with that when they are off the clock!

So, I really don’t get these so-called Karens/Chads. Do they really believe store or restaurant employees are, well, either their personal slaves or maybe not human, do you think?

Anyway, happy writing everyone.

Of Distractions and Quiet Muses by Konnie Enos

 Despite multiple notes that I had a blog post to write yesterday, I did not get it done.

What did I do yesterday?

After spending more time than I should not doing anything productive because I didn’t want to tackle paying our bills, I finally opened everything I needed to get that chore done. Which took considerably longer than it should have in light of how much I actually got done.

My first obstacle was Jerry and the mild argument we had about how much money he’d already spent and from the account I’d told him not to touch because I needed all that money for the bills. It took nearly two hours to figure out, and re-figure out, what I had to juggle around to make sure everything was covered.

Next, I had to tackle making sure my Quicken records were balanced with the bank records. Then I had to make sure all our bills were paid. Normally this would have taken about half an hour but I kept getting interrupted.

After we discussed his spending, he found multiple reasons to interrupt what I was doing. One would think since he was in the same room with me and saw all the material I use to track our finances scattered around me, that he would understand I was busy, but apparently not.  He even handed his phone to me, not once, but three times to deal with one issue we had, and the last one required me to stop what I was doing to deal with some emails and other paperwork.

Then there is Royce, also here in the house and he takes great delight in telling me about the stories he is reading and what happened this time in the newest chapters. He came in at least once. Thankfully somewhere between everything strewn around and the fact I wasn’t looking up from my screen clued him in on the fact I was indeed too busy to have a conversation with him.

Now Melinda did come into my bedroom once but she didn’t even say a word to me. Of course, I was in the bathroom as she entered but she was smart enough to understand why I had everything strewn over my bed and just dropped the mail and left. I probably wouldn’t have even known she’d been the one to get the mail if I hadn’t seen her leaving my room.

Considering that’s all who was in the house at the time, you would have thought the interruptions would end there. You’d be wrong because I have other family members. I heard from all my children and Bonnie yesterday.

First was Clarissa, though she didn’t interrupt my efforts to do our finances. She’d called before I got breakfast. So not an interruption. It was fun talking to her and my youngest grandbaby while my son-in-law took the older one to school.

Then two people managed to both call and text me yesterday. Tony texted me while I was paying bills which required me to stop what I was doing to respond to him. He then called me later in the evening, after I’d finished paying all the bills. Then Bonnie called me while I was busy, though it was a short conversation. This she followed up with a text conversation later in the evening about a Facebook post our brother had made, which she’d clearly misread. I’d already seen it since I was on Facebook unwinding at that hour.

Finally, Tina. Though she didn’t interrupt me. Jerry did. He insisted I contact her right away. So I had to stop again and text another child to ask her one question.

When all was said and done, I ignored all reminders and indications I needed to write this post and instead decided to unwind on Facebook. I justified this by the fact I had no ideas to write about anyway.

I finally decided I needed to either stay up half the night trying to write while fighting sleep or get some sleep and get up early to get this written. Getting sleep won.

None of this gave me any ideas but when my alarm went off this morning I dutifully opened my laptop and a blank Word document and just started typing about why I didn’t get this done yesterday.

The long answer is this post trying to blame everything on the interruptions I had yesterday. The short answer is far closer to the truth. I went down the rabbit hole that is Facebook for several hours instead.

I tend to opt for distraction hoping my muse will strike me. However, I usually have no idea until I start writing. My muse prefers action before inspiration, most of the time.

Smile. Make the day a brighter day.