Other than that, I’m moving The Courier to a Blogger blog.  Was hoping to have the move done over the weekend, but yard work and laziness got in the way.  Two main reasons for moving:  1) I’ve hated all the templates I’ve used for The Courier on WordPress, and 2) I’m too cheap to pay the annual cost to change the CSS.  Already pay for my personal website, and considering I’m a starving writer, I really don’t want to add to the cost.  Look for the switch over sometime later this week.

Oh, and I’m in synopsis hell this week.  I want to bring my synopsis to critique group this week.  I need eight pages for the contest.  I’m really looking forward to reading it, but I’m not looking forward to revising what I already have.  Will let you know how it goes next week.

First of all, I think this behavior is something we women do really well, especially when we have small children. Second, we get so good at it, to the point it becomes a habit. But in my case, mixing it with the anemia is a recipe for too many crash and burns. I ain’t doing it anymore.

A couple weeks ago I whined about needing more exercise and a better diet. I’m extending that plan to meditation. About four years ago I meditated, a lot. It’s what helped me realize how out of whack my physical body had gotten, and sent me on the path to finding out I have Celiac’s Disease. At that time I slowed, then stopped mediating to concentrate 100% on my physical health and here I am today.

I’d also like to whine about today being March 1st already, and I’m still screwing around with the first book of The Courier. It’s like someone just slapped me across the face with a cactus. ARGH!!

Side note. I’m loving picking the pictures of whinny kids and baby’s every week. There’s certainly plenty of ‘em, and today’s little guy is especially adorable.

This morning I tweeted, “Is it really the 20th of January already?” That’s nearly 2/3 of the first month of the new year and I’ve accomplished next to nothing after the holidays…ARGH!!

Okay, maybe it’s not that bad. I have rewritten the ending of The Courier, and I started writing weekly in the Wicked Writer’s Blog. Still, I can’t get organized to start the year no matter how hard I try…DOUBLE ARGH!!

I had planned on returning to blogging regularly, but that didn’t happen. Also planned to structure my online networking time so I have more time to write short stories and finish The Courier, but that has yet to happen too. Setting priorities and following through are supposed to be a big New Year’s resolution for me, but I already feel like giving up…TRIPLE ARGH!!

I think part of my problem is I can’t seem to picture, in my head, what I’d like to accomplish this year. Gosh, I haven’t written it down until now either, not that it’s actually helping me organize.

Notice the picture of the girl playing the violin above. My dad used to play air violin every time my sister whined or cried, so that’s why I added it to this post. I can here him in my head, “STOP WHINING! GET IT DONE!” It should be that easy, shouldn’t it??

Yesterday I started to wonder if I was trying to impose too much structure on myself. Maybe an unorganized mind and plan is a productive one? Okay, maybe not.

Anyways, I typically begin each new year with a list of things I’d like to accomplish. Last year’s goals were completing the first draft of Purloin and writing another novel in a month (No not NaNoWriMo). I accomplished both. Add another novel, The Courier, nearly completed last year and it co-won a writing contest. Pretty damn good year I’d say.

So what’s next? Hell if I know, but this actually might be a good topic for a weekly blog post…whining on Monday seems suitable. Stay tuned and find out if my head is still spinning next Monday. For now, it’s nearly 4:00 P.M. and screw the 5 o’clock rule. I’m ready for wine with my whine.

Where did I hear this? A friend told me about Writing Excuses, an audio blog awhile ago. Brandon Sanderson, Fantasy Novelist; Howard Taylor, Cartoonist; and Dan Wells, Horror Novelist are the hosts. I listened to episode three today, Killing Your Darlings.

“How do you make your novel better? Sometimes you have to cut out the part you like best. Don’t believe me? Before I posted this I had attached an image of a chimp wearing a tux.”

In general, I can’t say that I disagreed with the boys. But I can’t handle the idea that when I finally finish Purloin it will be crap. Hell, I love the idea behind the story, and if another author wrote it, I’d read it.