Efforts = Results

Last Friday Colene had a video on her blog showcasing people performing amazing feats. They defied gravity, reason, and sometimes common sense.

After showing the video to my teenage son, he proceeded to youtube and introduced me to a feature called “Fail Complication”. These are montages of people failing to defy gravity, reason, and common sense. They were brutal.

It’s easy to forget about all the crashes people have when they are attempting to do a flip over a car, or jump a ravaine on a bike. All we see is the stunt performed to perfection on a video, not the broken limbs or concussions that came before they could do a flip on a wall then land on a moving skateboard.

Often we look at other writers (or maybe it’s just me) and marvel at how many followers they have. How many comments they get. How many books they’ve written. We grow a little green with envy when a writer announces they have an agent or a book deal. But we don’t know what that writer did to achieve those things.

Someone who has a lot of followers and gets lots of comments probably spends a lot of time blogging. The person who has written numerous books probably spends a lot of time writing. The person who got an agent and a book deal probably spends countless hours writing their queries, perfecting their writing, and revising their book.

We cannot compare our results with others, because we cannot compare our efforts. We can only compare our efforts with our results.

And the harder we try the better our results.

How to focus

On Friday I talked about sacrificing something in order to get some writing done. I've thought about it and actually while emailing a response to Carolyn V's comment, I came up with a solution to my problem.

I've decided that I am not a multi-tasker, so I need try to stay focused in what I'm doing. When I'm with my kids, cleaning the house, at work, etc, I'll try not to think about writing. When I'm writing, I'll try not to think about all the things I need to be doing.

Pretty simplistic, but we'll see how it works.

Last week's goals: Don't eat peanut butter on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Write draft of chapter 9 and send the three queries I didn't send last week.
Result: I wrote two pages of chapter 9 and didn't send any queries (because I'm trying to decide on something - more later). As for the peanut butter. I did pretty good. Nothing on Monday and Wednesday and I didn't eat any on Thursday, but I Friday while making a peanut butter sandwich for my daughter I licked the knife. Ugh, so I'll count Thursday.
This week: Try to stay focused. Finish drafting chapter 9 and wear tight jeans on Tuesday and Thursday - just to see if it will help to eat less.

What are your goals this week and are you a multi-tasker or do you like to try and focus on one thing at a time.

What would you sacrifice?

Lately I've been trying to do it all and failing miserably, especially on the writing front. So I've decided that some sacrifices must be made.

The question is what am I willing to sacrifice.

Is it sleep?

Is it going to my kids games?

Is it a clean house?

Is it soccer?

Is it Glee, Raising Hope, and Big Bang Theory?

Theses are questions I'm going to try to think about this weekend.

What kinds of things do you need to give up in order to be able to write more?

A special Tuesday post

Okay not really that special, but my memory is so bad lately that I thought if I didn't do this post it might slip through the cracks.

Last week Carol Riggs gave me an award.

She is a great new blogging friend, who does fantastic critiques - very detailed.

Part of the award is to list six new things about myself, which I thought would be good since I've had a few new followers.

So here it goes:

1. I live in Canada, but have never used the word eh at the end of a sentence unless I was mocking people who think all Canadians say that.

2. When I get embarrssed for characters on TV, I have to turn the station.

3. I play soccer, but I didn't start until I was 30, which gives me hope for this whole writing thing.

4. Once in a while at a basketball game, I can turn into "one of those parents".

5. I love peanut butter and jam on toast. I love it a little too much, hence the goal for this week (see below post)

6. My biggest fear in life is drowning - water just scares the bejebbers out of me.

I pass this on to three of fellow bloggers.

Lindsay Currie - who has an awesome name for her blog - you have to go look to find out what it is.
Angela Felsted - who writes poetry and showcases other poets.
Katie Ganshert - who just announced her book deal yesterday, which is so exciting - go congratulate her.

Seriously people - seriously

I would just like to start this post by saying I don't watch Jersey Shore, but even though I don't watch it, I know who Snooki is. Well this week as I was surfing through the Entertainment Weekly website, I came across this story.

Basically, Snooki wrote a book and it is now number 24 on the NY Times bestsellers list. Now I know I shouldn't judge and I haven't read the book, but really. . . I mean really.

Anyway, I guess there is some hope to gain from this. Like the article said: Congratulations, Shnookums: You’re a true inspiration to writers everywhere, because if you can publish a successful book, anyone can.

Hopefully we all don't have to go on a reality show to do it. On the other hand, maybe we should create our own writer reality series.

I heard someone suggest once that you could put five writers on a bus and have them drive around the country together on a book tour, wait that would mean we need a published book. Any other ideas?

On a different note:

Last week's goals: Finish chapter 8 and write chapter 9 and send four queries.
Result: I finished chapter 8, started chapter 9, sent one query.
This week: Don't eat peanut butter on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Write draft of chapter 9 and send the three queries I didn't send last week.

Hey there, how you doing?

So last week my goal was to drink more water, which I did.

My other goal was to finish chapter 8 and research more agents. I failed miserably at this. So this week I'm taking a break to see if I can get some stuff done and try to get more motivated.

Goal this week: Finish chapter 8, write chapter 9 and send 4 queries.

How are you doing? Any goals for this week?

Have a good week and talk to you all next Monday.

Now that's what I call a simile - or a metaphor!!!

My sister in law sent these to me earlier this week and I just had to share. I thought maybe some of you could use them in novels.

Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual similes and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country.

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one ofthose boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E.Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

There's more, but I'll save those until next Friday.

Alright I had to put one more in:

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph

Have a good weekend.