Happy Sunday, Everybody!
Today, I have an exciting proposal to make that I hope sounds just as fun for you as it is for me. I’ve been wanting to try something different other than blogging for a while now, and I think I’ve decided on an idea. I absolutely love blogging and there’s no way I’ll be stopping anytime soon. But wouldn’t it be cool if I came to you on another awesome platform, too?
What is this awesome idea I have rattling around my mind? Well, I’ll tell you . . .
YouTube Videos, otherwise known as Vlogging.
And because you guys are the whole reason I’m doing this, the first video is basically a Q&A with me. You can ask me anything about the books or even what’s to come in the series/new ideas, my writing, me. ANYTHING. All you have to do is e-mail (firstname.lastname@example.org) your question, leave a comment on this post or ask me on twitter/facebook, and I’ll make sure to include it in the video.
I’m so excited about this new venture that I’m offering up a giveaway, too. Everyone that asks a question will have their name entered to win an eBook copy of Nature’s Destiny and Sapphire’s Divinity through Smashwords (you can choose which format you prefer then). Phew! I’ll announce the winner on the vlog.
The video will be posted in the next couple of weeks, so until then I hope you have a great week!
That’s all I could hear, all I cared about hearing anyway. It didn’t matter about the happy cries of children close by, or the engines of motorbikes roaring so crazily. What mattered was that it was peaceful amid chaos. It was a juxtaposition and an oxymoron of its own volition.
Seagulls squawked, swooning by and diving beak-first into cartons of chips held in the hands of onlookers. Their dinner strewn across the ground; a free for all.
Harmony, as nature continued its marvellous wonders. Water receded up and down the sand, leaving its beautiful rippling pattern in the gritty, yellow shore.
The waves curled in the surf, white outlining the enticing blue water as it trampled forward. Empty, save for the daring birds sweeping in.
Rocks, weathered by nature, created the most natural water fountain feature as the sea crashed high, splashing the surface beneath like droplets of rain.
The sky was crystal blue, clear of any clouds, and the horizon in the distance met the sea in a blurry haze. The sun, warm like Summer, beamed upon the beach, illuminating its heavenly presence.
Happiness; there was no denying a smile on a day like today. Happy weather, happy people, happy writing.
What more could you ask for?
I slammed my fists down on the bed and shoved the laptop aside. I’d had enough. One problem fixed, another showed up. I couldn’t win, and I had no idea what it was I was doing, or how to rectify a problem without causing another. Again.
I wasn’t a technology genius. I got by with the limited information I had, and that was usually enough.
Not today, not yesterday.
Yet, in my frustration at my laughable attempts at formatting, I couldn’t help but think of the many that had already gone through the same issues as me but had still managed to upload and convert a decent document.
What was wrong with me?
I researched, watched videos, read guides, and even that wasn’t enough. I still had issues.
I wasn’t the type to be beat, and often in my stubborn, control-freak ways I always came out on top. I always found a way, the whole ‘if you don’t succeed try again’ mantra would always play in my mind.
I always craved for knowledge, to be better at something new. I wished I understood the technical jargon, and the ninja skills required to handle a ‘simple’ ebook conversion.
My flicker of hope dwindled.
I was desperate.
What was I supposed to do now?
I’ve been staring at the template of this post for a good few hours, wondering whether or not I should write today, or wait until Wednesday.
I’m going to let you in on a secret; I’m terrible at keeping secrets! While I can’t stop myself from mentioning this, I can just about manage to keep some of the secret hidden.
Good grief, I feel like I’m writing in riddles. I hypothesise that as it’s Sunday evening, my brain clearly isn’t functioning at full speed. See what’s happened now? I’ve completely digressed from what was important.
*Drum roll please*
On Wednesday I will be posting (along with several awesome bloggers) the COVER REVEAL for Nature’s Destiny! Not only am I excited to share the beautiful cover, but I’ll be announcing the release date too!
While I endure sleepless nights from my excitement, I hope to fill you with intrigue and anticipation too. It’s a shared journey after all 😉
If you’re a blogger interested in being a part of the cover reveal too, send me an email at email@example.com
Anticipation built within the pit of my stomach, and the quick-step beat of my heart swallowed me whole. I wasn’t scared, I was excited. The happiness that enveloped me encouraged my positivity.
The week ahead held promise of productivity. The enticing prospect of writing continued as the sequel to Nature’s Destiny took form. The large whiteboard mounted on the wall was scribbled with ideas of the journey that I’d need to write. My characters demanded it.
I was a slave to my own desires, indulging in my imaginative mind to create a work of fiction. I enjoyed the late nights and extremely early mornings when my thoughts came into fruition.
I was forever squeezing drops into my zombiefied eyes to diminish the fatigue I was denying. I sought after caffeine as if the future of the world rested on my ability to write, and without which I couldn’t function.
I was going to bed knowing that the moment I woke up I’d be delving into my world again. As long as I had the time and ability to write, I wasn’t ever going to be unhappy.
Writing satisfied my thirst for knowledge. I couldn’t wait to learn more.
I scrolled through the music on my iPod, searching for the perfect song to match my mood. I selected the tune I knew would work best, and placed the buds into my ears.
Block chords on a piano began to play before the bass of the drum increased the tempo. A tap on the snare produced the rhythm, and a heart-pounding fill introduced the chorus.
The music streaming into my system spurred my imagination into creating scenes relative to my story line. The lyrics held meaning to my characters’ emotions and struggles. I drew on that energy, and visioned the life they were destined to live.
Music inspired my mind into creating something of value, and I realised my characters were more than a puppet in my novel. They were as real as I’d let them be, and their story was yelling at me via musical stylings.
Music influenced my writing, as it did my life. It was ingrained on my body as a reminder to create my own melody on the journey I took every day.
My personal composition became my motivation.
Nature’s Destiny theme song. Fire and Fury by Skillet. Enjoy and have a great week!
While I worked my way through the day I constantly checked my e-mails and waited on important information. I had documents that my life depended upon, and my self-confidence struggled to focus when I needed it to.
I continued to work on my rewrites, and each time my phone vibrated on the desk I jumped at the chance to check it. The e-mails were useless, a bunch of generic sales rubbish that I was bombarded with on a daily basis. It did nothing for my anxiety.
I was still waiting.
I’d reached another milestone Thursday evening; I’d completed my rewrites. Nature’s Destiny was another step closer to being published. Friday saw the beginning of the final edits, (juxtaposition anyone?) yet I still pontificated over that e-mail. No matter what I tried I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was it good enough? Or had I digressed and lost the plot completely?
There was only so much hostility my mind could take from itself before I gave up completely.
And then it arrived with a score of 96%.
My heart swelled with happiness, and the smile that occupied my face was non-negotiable. My final creative writing assignment had returned, and it wasn’t awful like I’d convinced myself. I’d done it!
Sadness came soon after as I realised I’d finished another chapter of my life. I pondered for a while until I thought of the many pathways I was about to embark upon. After all, what good was a novel with only one chapter?
My journey was far from over with creative writing, it had barely begun. As I waved goodbye to one opportunity, I welcomed the next with a brave smile and a shielded heart.
I wasn’t invincible, but I felt like a superhero in my own world.