Rhymes With Smash!

The musings of Megan Paasch, and other stuff.

I’ve Moved!

Howdy! I’m just dropping in to let you all know that I’ve transferred over to Wix.com, and have purchased my own domain name and everything! I would love it if you followed me over at http://meganpaasch.com. My first blog post is up over there as well. Please go check it out! Click around! Have fun!

(I’ll be gradually reposting some of my more popular posts from here over to there, but this site will stay up for a while.)

 

Temporary Shutdown

I have a birthday coming up, and this year I’m giving myself the gift of unplugging. Unplugging from social media, that is. That’s a gift? Yes, sometimes, it is. I have several reasons for wanting to do this. The main one, of course, is productivity. I’m easily distracted, especially when I get stuck for words, and social media is one of the main ways I distract myself.

Another reason is that I’m getting Twitter rage fatigue. If you’re on Twitter in any capacity, you might have noticed that every week or so, everyone is up in arms about something—sometimes it’s pretty legit, sometimes it’s . . . questionable. And either way, it’s getting to me. REALLY getting to me. I’ve unfollowed some people. I’ve muted others. But it still creeps into my timeline, and I just need to get away from it for a while for my own peace of mind.

And I also just want to see if I can do it. I’ve gone on hiatuses before where I just try not to log in for a certain number of days, but I always end up lurking, scrolling through my feed, careful not to click on anything so I don’t let anyone know I’m there when I’m not supposed to be. What can I say? I like you guys! Eventually I just can’t help it and I’ll tweet something and break my hiatus earlier than I said I would. Yup. That’s me. So I’m trying something different this time. Starting sometime tomorrow, I’ll be temporarily deactivating both my Twitter and Facebook accounts. JUST FOR THE MONTH OF SEPTEMBER I SWEAR, PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME OKAY?

Ahem. Um. Anyway. . . .

If I’m understanding the Twitter FAQ correctly, I can reactivate my account with all of my followers and tweets intact as long as I do it within thirty days. After thirty days, it will be permanently deleted. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure I reactivate before then. (Oh man, I really hope this works). As for Facebook, I don’t think there’s a set amount of time after which I can’t reactivate, but again, it’s only for this month, so I’m not concerned.

As for whether I will continue to blog every Monday this month, well . . . I haven’t decided that. Let’s just say I will try to. Otherwise, I’ll see you in October! Have a great 3.5 weeks!

TTOF Monday: When Reading & Writing Don’t Mix

Every third Monday of each month, I’ll be directing you to my post over at Thinking Through Our Fingers, a group blog which I’m thrilled to be a part of, where we discuss our writing lives, and share tips and tricks that we’ve learned along the way. My post today is on how I sometimes have trouble writing while reading certain books, and why that might be. You can read it right here. Please go check it out, and while you’re there, I urge you to explore the rest of the site as well. There’s tons of great stuff. My fellow TTOF-ers are a clever bunch!

Writing With Discipline: Forming New Habits

I was supposed to write this blog post last night. I was supposed to have it all set up and scheduled to post first thing this morning. That’s what I’d intended when I’d planned to blog every Monday. But then Sunday was long and busy, and I was tired, and my brain wouldn’t cooperate with me, and I couldn’t think of a single thing to blog about.

“I’ll do it in the morning,” I finally told myself, right around 11:30pm. “It doesn’t have to be up first thing, as long as it’s up sometime on Monday.” But I’d rather not make a habit of that.

That’s the point of this after all: forming a habit. Having some discipline. A routine. Getting myself to write something, anything, even if I don’t feel like it. That’s how writers become authors–through hard work even when they aren’t in the mood. Through persistence. That’s what I’m trying to teach myself.

My first book took six or so years of trial and error to write. I started it, then set it aside, then brought it back out and started it over, then set it aside, and so on until one day I told myself if I kept putting my draft away, then starting it over again, it would be decades before I ever finished it. So I buckled down and wrote and wrote, and revised and revised, and edited and edited, until finally I finished. That process, from the moment I buckled down until I was ready to query, still took about two years.

My second book, which I started during NaNoWriMo one year while my first book was “resting” between drafting and revising, also took about two years, and that was just the draft. Two years for a very rough draft. Part of that was because I hadn’t made it a priority. My first book came first–it was my baby. My second book was for fun. And that’s okay. However, when I started querying my first book, I took a look back at that second one and decided there was something there worth pursuing more seriously. So I started it over. Aaaaand then I got stuck. Aaaaand then a plot bunny bounced across the street in front of my car one day as I was driving to the store and I knew I had to pursue it.

That second book’s rewrite wasn’t gelling, and I wasn’t enjoying it anymore. As I said, that one had originally been written for fun. When it was no longer fun, I dropped it for something I felt more passionate about. That second book was my rebound book. Not to say I won’t ever revisit it. But when I do, it will be on different terms. It will be with the understanding that if I’m to pick it up again, I must have the tools and discipline in place to be able to see it through to the end.

And that’s what I’m working on right now with my third book–that plot bunny that bounced across the road. I went into this one with the clear intention that I will finish it, and I will do so in a timely manner. That’s not to say that I will rush it to the point where I end up with something that is such a mess, fixing it will be too daunting, and dropping it like I did with my second will be too tempting. Nope. I wanted to rush in and start writing, but I made myself take the time to plan and plot and outline first–those are the tools I’m talking about. If I know where I’m headed, if I know what events must take place, and in what order, and in what way, I’ll be able to write the draft quickly because I’ll know where I’m going. I won’t write myself into a corner, or veer down the wrong path and have to double back. And if I understand my characters before I start to write, I’ll have an easier time making their dialogue, their actions, and their reactions authentic.

So that’s done, and now that I know what to write, the next step is to make myself sit down everyday and write it. No more wasting time because I’m “not in the mood,” or “I’m not sure how to write this part perfectly, so I won’t get started writing it at all.” Those are habits that I’ve formed over time and I need to push them aside with new habits.

One of those habits is keeping up this blog. “But Megan, that’s not working on your third book. That’s another distraction.” Nope, no it’s not. Because consistent blogging forces me to find something to write about every week even when I’m not feeling inspired, and that habit, that kind of discipline, will carry over into all of my writing projects, third book included. That’s my hope anyway.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d better be off. I have a novel to write.

Waking Up

This post is kind of personal. I’m not sure why I feel so nervous writing it, but I do. But I also feel like I should. So here we go.

I want to talk about why this blog has been a dead zone for the last seven months. Until recently, I thought it was just because I couldn’t think of anything to say. But that’s not really it. I have lots of things to say. It’s why I write novels. It’s why I take part on social media. It’s why I talk to myself when I think no one’s listening . . . I mean, that’s totally normal right? Yeah, totally normal.

But lately, it feels like I’ve been in a fog. Like I have things to say, but I can’t articulate them. A brain fog. And I’ve been tired. Super, ridiculously tired. Tired to the point where I got concerned and thought for several months about maybe going to the doctor, and then finally actually went, and spilled my guts out about everything I was worried could be wrong with me. This is not something that I do. And it was especially hard, because it was a brand new doctor. My old one, who I was sort of used to (if you can say that going to see someone once in a blue moon when I felt like I might have a sinus infection is enough to get used to someone) moved away a few years ago, and yeah . . . I hadn’t found a replacement since. I don’t like to go to the doctor unless I’m dying. Not the best philosophy, I know, but I’m working on being better about that.

So anyway, I went to the doctor. I said I thought maybe it was my thyroid. Or I thought maybe it was Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Or I thought maybe I was just depressed. Or maybe all of the above. I did not tell her that I thought maybe it was cancer, but of course I thought maybe it was cancer. Everybody always thinks maybe it’s cancer. Even WebMD always thinks maybe it’s cancer. (Spoiler: it’s not cancer.)

I’m not a hypochondriac, but it really was getting ridiculous how tired I was. It was interfering with daily life. I couldn’t keep up with the house, I couldn’t keep up with the kids, I certainly couldn’t exercise. And I couldn’t write. Not very much anyway. I could write more than I could do the other things, because I could do that while sprawled on the couch. But with the physical fatigue came mental fatigue, and so any writing time that I had, I used for working on the bigger “more important” stuff: the novels and my monthly blog post for Thinking Through Our Fingers. Short stories, flash fiction, and personal blogs fell to the wayside.

I know there are some of you who know me outside the realm of the internet who might read this and be surprised. If we’ve hung out, I’ve probably seemed fine. And I mean, I do have good days too. Some days I’ll wake up and have tons of energy, and I’ll feel awesome, and so I’ll want to take advantage of that and spend time with friends and/or get a bunch of stuff done while I can. And I usually overdo it because I know that for the next day or two or three, I’ll be wiped no matter what. Happens every time. And sometimes I just force myself to get out despite how tired I am, because hello, I want to hang out with you. But not here. Over at your house please, or somewhere in the middle, because I’m too exhausted to tidy everything up. And though each and every one of you has told me it’s okay and it’s probably not that bad, I’m embarrassed. Because I’m a perfectionist too. Exhaustion and perfectionism do not make good bedfellows.

So anyway, it turns out my thyroid is awesome (yay!) but my iron and vitamin D levels are super duper low. In other words, I should have 1) been taking my Flintstones everyday like a good little girl, and 2) gone to the doctor a hell of a lot earlier. Now I’m on some mega-dose vitamins and after a month or so of taking them, I’m just now–like, within the last week–starting to wake up.

I feel like I’ve been sleepwalking for the last year or so. And as I’ve been getting some energy back, I’ve been remembering things that I used to do, that I’d stopped doing, that I want to do again. I’ve been remembering what I was like before I got so tired. I didn’t remember any of that while I was tired. I was just tired. I just didn’t want to do anything. I was depressed, but I didn’t know if I was depressed because I was tired, or if I was tired because I was depressed.

Seems like maybe I was depressed because I was tired, because I’m feeling a lot better now.

So what is the point of this post? I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to explain where old me has been the last year or so. Probably longer than that. It’s been slowly building for quite a while, and I think maybe it’s been more obvious to other people that I’m not like I used to be than it has to me. And I guess the other point of this post is to say that I’m trying. I’m working on it, and things are getting better. I’ve been exercising every day. I’ve been getting out more, communicating more, being more…present? I guess? I’ve felt more present anyway. I’ve been in a better mood. And I feel like my brain is starting to work again–I’m feeling creative again, I’m feeling smart, and I’m feeling much more focused. It’s amazing what the lack of one little mineral and one little vitamin can do to you.

The old me isn’t back yet. But she is on her way. And she’s looking forward to whipping life back into shape.

See you next Monday.

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes!

Forgive me reader, for I have slacked. It has been seven months since my last confess–er, blog post. And this post doesn’t really count, because its only purpose is to tell you that changes are coming to this blog.

That’s right. Changes.

For one, I’ve decided on a schedule. A weekly schedule even. Imagine that. Every Monday, in fact. (Yes, I realize today isn’t a Monday, but as I said, this post doesn’t count.) That means that two days from now, when you wake up in the morning, I will have a blog post waiting just for you. Whether you want one or not. You’re welcome!

For two, (because I started a pattern when I said “for one,” so I suppose that means there needs to be a “for two,”) I’m considering upgrading my WordPress account so that “WordPress” no longer appears in the URL. That’s right, things are getting serious up in here. I’m going to have my own domain name, yo. Maybe. Probably. I haven’t actually looked at what that entails yet so I might change my mind. But there’s a chance that you’ll need to adjust your bookmarks, if you actually have me bookmarked, I mean, I flatter myself to think so, and you probably don’t really, and that’s okay, because why would you, but if you do, thank you, and anyway I’ll just shut up about that now.

For three . . . well I don’t really have a third thing. I’ve pretty much said everything I need to say.

So that’s it! I’ll see you here bright and early Monday morning! TTFN! Toodle-oo! Au revoir! Laters!

Everybody Get Down in the TARDISSSSSSSSS!

It’s been a rough week, getting back into a routine after having been on break for two weeks. But I survived!

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And that only means one thing. . . .

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DOCTOR WHO DANCE PARTAYYYYYYY

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So start the music. . . .

And. . . .

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Getting a little tired now. . . .

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Just gotta make it . . . to the end of . . . the song. . . .

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Okay I’m done.

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2014 in Review and Goals for the New Year

Last night as I was trying to fall asleep, I reflected on my attitude this year. Stress, anxiety, and general grumpiness has been my prevailing mood for some reason, and I’m really not sure why. Because as I look back over everything that’s happened this year—everything I’ve done—it’s been pretty amazing. Maybe that’s why. So many new, exciting things packed into 365 days can be overwhelming. I’m certainly a different person than I was in 2013 because of them. It’s been a year of transition, I think, and my brain is just now starting to catch up and realize it. So as a reminder and a gift to myself, I’m going to list all the great things that happened this year.

For me, 2014 was a year of friendship, overwhelming support, adventure, and accomplishment. I wish I could go into details but that would make this post ridiculously long, so I’ll list:

Writing:

I finished CHARLOTTE ELEMENTAL. I started it two? three? years ago, and this year, I FINISHED it. Revisions and edits and all.

I entered CHARLOTTE ELEMENTAL in Pitch Wars on a whim, never thinking in a million years it would get picked. It did, and for the next two months, I worked with my amazing mentor, Julie Sondra Decker, to polish it up even more and now I love it. I love it so much. I thought I loved it before, but that was puppy love. Now I LOVE love it. Thank you, Julie.

I started querying for the first time. Scary stuff, that. But I’m doing it.

I wrote a new short story that surprised me.

I became a regular contributor to a fantastic writing blog called Thinking Through Our Fingers, which you should really go check out.

I started work on an ambitious fiction blog project called One Hundred Forty Characters which will launch early-mid January. I’ll have a blog post up with more details sometime next week, so keep an eye out for that.

People:

I met several Twitter peeps in person this year and had a great time hanging out with each one. You are all such smart, fun people, and I’m so glad I got to meet you.

I took part in GISHWHES, like Pitch Wars, on a whim, and out of that discovered an amazing tight-knit, supportive group of friends. GISHWHES took place all the way back in August, and we still log into our Facebook group nearly every day just to say “hi,” and share our good news and bad, commiserate, offer hugs, and cheer each other up when things are rough. I love my team.

The 2014 Pitch Wars mentees and alternates have also formed a pretty close-knit group and we’re all still actively in contact, offering up support and commiseration with the querying process, new writing projects, and just general life stuff. Basically, I’ve met a lot of fantastic people this year, online and off.

I went to my first con ever, VanCon (a con for the TV show Supernatural) with Carey Torgesen. She shared a hotel room with me for three days and still likes me, so that’s pretty freaking awesome. We had so much fun at the con and walking around Vancouver, I can’t even begin to go over it all. Oh, and this happened:

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And this:

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And we also ate dinner one table away from Mark Pellegrino, which was actually a pretty bizarre coincidence because, though he played Lucifer on Supernatural, he didn’t actually take part in the con this year.

Then in September, Carey and I took another quick road trip down to Portland for Heidi Schulz’s HOOK’S REVENGE launch party which was amazing.

All in all, looking back, I’ve met some great people this year, grown closer to others, and accomplished a lot as a writer. It’s been a great year!

In 2015, I want to expand on those accomplishments, and also work on some more personal things that I’ve let slide. So here are a few of my goals for the coming year:

Goals for 2015:

Count your blessings

Remember to say “no”

Remember to say “yes”

Take risks

Go on adventures

Find the good, the funny, or the entertaining in every situation

Go for walks

Write another book. Or two.

Read more

Drink more water

De-clutter both house and head

Diet and exercise for health, not for size

And remember—life is what you make it. Stay positive.

Christmas Lights

Tonight the boys were great at dinner, trying new foods enthusiastically without complaining, staying in their seats, remembering their table manners. This was a shining moment in a week of epically bad behavior, so as a reward, we did something spontaneous. We stuck them in their pajamas, put coats and shoes on them, and piled into the car to go tour the neighborhoods of our town looking for neat Christmas light displays.

We don’t have a lot of Christmas traditions. Generally, we try to keep things relaxed and low key. We of course put up a tree. We usually bake some cookies at some point. We read “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” on Christmas Eve. But I think my favorite tradition is driving the kids around to see the lights.

There’s this one neighborhood—we call it the McMansion neighborhood—that REALLY gets into it. I almost wonder if it’s mandated by their HOA or something, because nearly every house is practically Griswoldian. I’d have pictures for you, but my phone camera’s focusing mechanism couldn’t keep up with the glorious brightness.

And it is, indeed, glorious. We snaked through the cul-de-sacs to the accompaniment of “oohs” and “ahs” coming from the back seat. The 4yo actually stayed awake the entire time, so you know he had to be excited. And the 7yo, who was grumpy when we started out because he thought we were going to a pajama party or something, not just driving around looking at stupid lights, quickly surpassed the rest of us with his enthusiasm.

“Aren’t you glad we did this now?” I asked him.

“Yes! These lights! They’re making me so…so SPECTACUMALARLY JOYFUL!” 

And that? Hearing that right there? That made up for the entire rest of the week.

Stuff and Things

Hey! Well look at you! *squints through the screen* It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

My blog posts have been kind of sparse as of late, but there’s a reason for that. You see, I spent the bulk of the summer working on revisions (more revisions, always revisions, constant revisions, argh) for my contemporary fantasy, “Charlotte Elemental,” so that I could enter it in Brenda Drake’s Pitch Wars. If you don’t know what that is, you can read all about it here.

And I did it! I finished! And you know what else? Julie Sondra Decker chose me to be her mentee! And all the !!!!!!

No really. This was my tweet when I saw my name on the list:

(Umm…”Slaash” was my Halloween Twitter handle. Don’t judge.) And everything after that was just one exciting blur. Within a few days though, I calmed down, and together, Julie and I got to work. For the last two months I’ve been going through more revisions. And more revisions. And polishing up my pitch. And my query. And, and, and soon–as in, a week soon–my pitch and excerpt will go up on Brenda’s blog for all the participating agents to take a look at and decide whether they’d like to request more material.

No, I’m not nervous or anything. Why would I be nervous? *twitch* Nope, perfect picture of tranquility here. Heh. Eheh. Eheheh. ANYWAY, carrying on. . . .

I may be less busy soon, or even if I’m not, I want to be sure to set aside more time to blog. I want to make blogging a regular habit. It may be once a week or once a month–we’ll have to see what ends up working. But I definitely don’t want to let another three months go by with nothing here for you to read. No, don’t tell me it’s ok. You want to read my things. Yes you do.

That’s right. You’re welcome.

Oh hey, and before you go, take a look at the bar at the top of this blog. See how there are new page linky thingies up there? “Shorts” sends you to a list of (surprise!) my short stories and flash fiction, and “Interviews” sends you to . . . okay, you get it. I also updated my bio. But you don’t need to look at that. (You should go look at that too. I mean, if you want to.)

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