I hope you are finding a way to share your special light with the world, today and every day.
I saw this idea going around the innerwebz and liked it: Choose an inspirational word for your year.
Not that I think one word means everything (if it did I’d get my word counts for the day done much faster!) or that one word should lock you in. But as a means of focus, I think it could be useful. Here’s mine, chosen in these closing minutes of the first day of the new year:
I confess, I sing along SUPER LOUD when the Katy Perry Olympics theme song comes on. And I do not have the voice for it. You have been warned. But I love the sentiment. So it’ll be my word for as long as it lasts.
What’s your power word for starting the year?
(Crosspost from See Jane Publish.)
My long holiday weekend got a little bit longer thanks to a lovely White Just-Missed-Christmas topped with an icing of, uh, ice. But since I was stuck at my computer, I figured there was no excuse not to sketch out my plans for the new year.
At first I wasn’t too excited about it…
Goal-setting is a little intimidating. I have to think ahead for a whole year?! It’s hard to see that far ahead, sometimes, and the path is slippery.
But ’tis the season for new year’s resolutions…
I know my big plans can only be achieved through drip-by-drip word counts and daily goals…
And so I start planning. At first it seems like a wild tangle, my brain is just a chaos of ideas and wishes and wannabes. These are my synapses on goal-setting:
But then the pieces start to come together and smooth out. Everything starts to move in the same direction. I can see a way forward through the wilderness of A. what I want to accomplish and B. what is possible. (Since I don’t have a stop-time machine.)
Eventually, my twelve-month to-do list starts to look — dare I say — rather impressive and stately…
I actually feel even inspired! I see potential brilliance hidden inside these small beginnings!
It’s early days, I know — very early days! — but I see the shape of what is to come.
With attention to my deadlines, I’ll be mowing down my goals!
If you have suggestions for launching with enthusiasm into the new year, please share in comments. And Happy New Year!
For Christmas from my loving family, I got a Banned Book mug! The mug makes everything taste better, tinged with the tangy-sweet tears of angry, small-minded people who try to ban books only to be mocked by mugs. Monster Girl down in the corner would like a sip.
(The bottom of the mug reads “For best results, use other end.” Heh.)
I hope everyone had a lovely Friday, a Merry Christmas, a delightful full moon, and generally Happy Holidays according to your inclinations.
It rains a lot here in the Pacific Northwest where I live, and we have lots of jokes about various things “sprouting like mushrooms”, and apparently one of those things is pen names.
This year, I launched a new “me” for reasons. The primary reason being that it amused me, which as far as reasons go, seems as good as any. (If you are an aspiring writer, please do not follow that reasoning.)
So now that Elsa Jade has a few words behind her name, I thought it was time to share her with you. And she already has an exciting new project…
Six authors writing three novellas each about six different werewolf packs in one shared world. Super cool, right? My first contribution to the the world of the Mating Season is the purple manly fellow in the third slot. I’ll have two more coming in short order. I’m really excited about writing alongside these authors, some of whom you probably already know and some who are as shiny and new as Elsa Jade. I hope you’ll like Elsa and her friends and this new world as much as I do!
The mating moon is rising…
A wandering werewolf returns to town during the mating season to become pack leader and reunites for one last fling with the high school crush he left behind, unaware of how short their time together might be…
Maddie Joplin left the high desert town of Angels Rest with the searing memory of her one night in the arms of the local golden boy nipping at her heels. Now, years later, she’s back, haunted by a need she couldn’t outrun and determined to finally set herself free from wishes that can never come true.
In the army, Kane Villalobos traveled the world, seeking other shapeshifters who’d learned to live in harmony with human, only to find secrecy and death. He’s destined to become alpha of the Mesa Diablo pack, but he can’t forget the lush curves and quick mouth of the girl he had to leave behind. Seeing her again arouses his wolf in dangerous ways, and keeping her safe—from himself and the perils of the werewolf world—might mean letting her go forever.