Thursday, April 10, 2014

He Verbed It!

JT loves art. A lot. We brought home some paintings he did at school the other day and he was adamant about holding one of them in his hands on the ride home (as opposed to his blanket or a toy.) Reluctantly, we let him hold it, expecting it to be in tatters halfway through the ride. Nope, he held it in his hands the whole time and told us all about it. ("My painting. I paint red. I paint yellow. My painting.")

For his 2nd birthday, we got him an art easel. It's got a side to a paint on and a side with a chalkboard. JT has only used chalk once or twice before and was fascinated with the idea that he could make a mark and erase it. He also used his perfect two-year-old logic to put a word to this activity:

Using paint = painting Using the eraser = erasing Using chalk = "chalking"

Yup, he's happily scribbling all over the chalkboard with a mile-wide smile as he declares, "I chalking! I chalking!"

Daddy comes up to him and says, "Did you just verb the word chalk?"

JT grins and answers, "Yeah."

Daddy gives him a high five.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

2014: The Year of Send It, Forget It

I know I've been very much ignoring the blog lately, but I wanted to say this in a spot where I can't backpedal later on and pretend I didn't say it. (Only possibly claim I was in a state of exhaustion-induced insanity)

I've decided that my writing goal for 2014 is to make 365 (thoughtful!) submissions. Queries count. Short stories count. Contests count. Heck, I'm even going to say self-publishing a piece counts, if I choose to do that. (Not in my plans per se, but you never know.) Why? Because in 2013, I left so many good pieces of work sitting without a chance for a home because one or two people said no. I let a few people's lack of enthusiasm make me feel like the manuscripts I loved and the manuscripts a lot of trustworthy betas loved must be garbage. And I chanted to myself, "if you were just good enough, everyone you submitted to would've said yes." (Y'know, because apparently things like market saturation, similar submissions, a perceived niche audience, and just plain not good days to submit don't exist in my little world.)

I'm done with that attitude. Turns out that when you make stuff, not everyone wants to give you money for it. And that's okay. I wrote something. I think it's sellable. And I'm sending it out into the world based on that notion. If the world thinks so too, we'll have a happy chat. In the meantime, I'll be off writing more somethings. That's what I can control.

I'm already a real writer. And I'm gonna win. :)