It’s Almost Go Time!!

NaNoWriMo is almost upon us. There’s still almost half a month, but at the rate time has been cruising by, it will be November tomorrow.

Here is my project. I actually have an outline for it. Well, sort of. I took a workshop from Suzanne Johnson (and I have to say it was so incredible. If I run across more workshops from her, I will definitely post about them because I learned so freaky-deaky much) on plotting. I have been filling in my outline in Scrivener and it’s more of an outline than I have ever done in my whole life. I’ve always been a fan of winging things (if you couldn’t tell, heh) and going on adventures and making discoveries. It’s the same way for writing. I was such a terrible student!

Anyway. I’m trying to finish one manuscript and I’m trying to finish my outline and I’m trying to work through revision after revision for the stack of manuscripts in my hard drive. I like having this kind of work to do. I like having something else to think about while I do my housework. I like autumn and being cozy with a laptop and some whisky and an open field for my brain to romp and play in.

But I’m over my jet lag… mostly. I know what day it is and I’ve stopped waking up feeling like I’m still on an airplane with weird movement artifacts. I’m not quite over the conference, that many people and the go go go and my terrible eating and not being quite hydrated and blah blah blah. My manicure was shredded in a fit of jet lag exhaustion and I’m in jeans, a tank top and a western wear shirt (have I mentioned my deep and abiding love of Wrangler shirts? Oh god how I love them despite my very urban upbringing and distinct lack of interaction with animals and pick up trucks and country music).

But the whisper of “write. hey. go write something” has started again and I wouldn’t be able to stop listening if I tried. Here we are. It’s going to be a fun couple of months🙂 Now if the whisper of, “hey. go publish something” would just start, I’d be all set.

A Kick of Inspiration Right to the Pants

I’m at my local chapter of the RWA’s conference. I’m laying in bed, skipping the afterparty because I’m still jet lagged and my brain is so goddamn full from all the wonderfulness.

Sometimes I need to hear the stats on success in publishing. That it is a war of attrition. The 9/10 people want to write a book but only one out of those nine will do it. I mean, it’s going to be a grind. You will hit discoverability (sometimes, maybe, hopefully) between ten and twenty titles. After releasing LuLo, and knowing all the blood, sweat and tears that went into that thing, sometimes I don’t know if it’s worth it. Then again, I’ve been taking workshops and I’ve been learning ways to make things, if not at easier, at least faster. And I think the quality of the books I’m writing is higher. Not judging by this blog post of course😉

Anyway. It’s hard to keep going. It’s hard to keep fighting. It’s good to get these little reminders. It’s good to be with other writers and people who have similar struggles and to hear their successes as well.

The first presentation is at 8:50 tomorrow. My poor frazzled brain is all, “You were on a different continent a couple days ago. WTF are you doing?! Calm your freaky ass down!” I guess it’s time to sleep. In this big hotel bed without anyone making noise or asking to go pee in the middle of the night or hungry preschoolers or snoring husbands.🙂

Now if they could just tell me how to get excited about editing…

I’m Home!

And totally jet lagged. I fell asleep at eight and woke up at ten and now I’m AWAKE (it’s just past one now).

But, I didn’t take my laptop with me, so I’ve been checking all my stuff that I couldn’t check on the iPad. Thought I might as well say hello here too!

Some quick thoughts:
* Japan is rad
* The vending machines in Japan are rad
* International travel with an almost-4-year-old is fun and scary at the same time
* Jet-lag is pretty crap
* Taco rice was an enormous let down
* Calpis soda and Bikkle are amazing tasty drinks. I hope to find some here local.
* Once my jet-lag gets better, the first thing I want to do is write
* The pendulum swing between toddlers kicking/shaking/smacking each other and death by hugging is amazingly short
* If you fall asleep listening to Hamilton on the airplane, without a doubt, you will wake up just in time to hear him dying and then you’ll be sad and confused and jet-lagged and you won’t be able to fall sleep again
* Home is pretty goddamn fantastic 💗💗

Time for some towel chucking

Well, I’ve finally accepted I’m not going to write 60k words this month. Which is way sucky because that means my word goal for October is going to be nearly 71k.

We fly out Thursday morning. That’s ohmygodohmygodohmygod less than 36 hours. I signed up for a plotting workshop. And a writing contest. You guys wanna read a hella depressing story? Here you go. And then that moment where you look at what you entered into a contest and go, “Wow, that’s really quite rubbish.” Anyway. Impostor Syndrome? Or just cold stark reality going, WTF YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD ENOUGH TO ENTER INTO A CONTEST?!

14322538_10100591737979431_1513431989361099003_nMy friend told me I had to let one thing slide. Well, I’m letting my word goal slide. I printed out my Defiant Canary manuscript. Of all my mss, I think Defiant Canary is going to be the easiest to edit and revise and get out there. Maybe that’s me just being lazy. But, maybe it’s just the nudge I need to get things rolling again. If I can get another book out and under my belt, then all the rest of the things that need finishing (I hear you manuscript pile! stfu!) can get finished too. Here’s the first chapter to The Defiant Canary. It’s… a weird story. I definitely write for myself. It’s paranormal romance with a touch of Lovecraft horror. Anyway. It’s rad and fun and sexy and has some fun characters doing some rad stuff.😀

So, I have a little dose of failure-itis, not going to hit my goal, but… I still have October and I have November. And I have a rad book lined up for NaNoWriMo this year. I hit 85k last NaNoWriMo and I should be able to do that again.

Oh, one last discovery. I don’t value revision as highly as I value writing. A piece of me is delving into invisible work territory. Just like women’s work is undervalued because it’s invisible, maybe revision does the same? I have a blog post banging around about invisible work in my head that has been meaning to come out and I just haven’t done it yet. Anyway. I need a way to quantify my revision work. Or at least to see that it’s making a difference. Or… something.

This is probably my last post from US shores. And I’m not sure how much I’ll be posting from Okinawa. I’ll definitely be on Insta, so follow along there for sure.

And, I’ll be looking for test readers for the Defiant Canary when I get home in October. So, if you’re interested in that, email me at tremblingtrimble at gmail . com with BETA in the subject line and how you’d like your version, either pdf or for Kindle.

All my bags are packed, it’s early morn

I hate to wake you up… but I need a ride to the airport.

My best friend is having her baby in Okinawa. I’m packing up my Entropy Machine to fly across the ocean and take care of her and her family.

Of course, since I’m an idiot, I’ve also signed up for a plotting workshop and a flash fiction contest. I’m also going to be working through two manuscripts on the plane. I don’t sleep  well on planes and I don’t know if my vigilance could be low enough for me to sleep with my kid on a plane, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

no, not Loki. Low-key

It’ll be fun to see Japan through my kid’s eyes. She’ll be four next month, so she’s going to be old enough to remember this through that weird early childhood lens. I hope she has a rad time. I’m pretty low-key when it comes to adventure. I’ll deal with whatever comes. Hungry? Cold? No toothbrush for a week? Forget to pack a bra? Whatevs. It’s an adventure and it’ll make a rad memory. But my kid? Goddamn, I’d about die if my kid was cold and hungry.

Anyway. I’m busting my ass getting ready, churning through words trying to get everything ready to blow this taco stand. Make sure to follow along on Instagram. I’ll be posting there pretty regularly (depending on my wifi, of course. Like hell I have int’l data roaming adventures 😂)



Sometimes I think the Dunning-Kruger effect and Impostor Syndrome are two sides of the same spectrum.

I’ve been reading lots of romance stuff all over the place and sometimes I’m certain my writing is better than what I just read. Like, significantly better. But the truth is,  I just don’t know any better.

Then, sometimes I’m certain I’m the crappiest writer that ever picked up a quill, or a pen, or picked at a keyboard and I can’t even call myself a writer. It’s all so goddamn fake I can’t even stand it.

If I could just find my Golden Mean between the two. Or if you prefer Buddhist philosophy, the Middle Way. (Have I mentioned I have a philosophy degree? It pops up in the most absurd places sometimes in my daily life. I can’t recommend a philosophy degree enough. Interesting and fun to play with.)


Heh, or maybe me thinking that the Dunning-Kruger Effect is at play is Impostor Syndrome making me doubt myself. That I do know what good writing is and I can write well and it’s only my self-doubt making me question it?

In any case, it’s a fun sandbox to play in. And hopefully, I’ll find my Golden Mean sometime soon.


I feel like listening to the Hamilton soundtrack (again. some more) but I’m scared I’ll get burned out on it.

I guess this means time for writing because I can’t listen to it and write. Hello, Kiri Te Kanawa! I think this is my favorite Figaro on youtube. And my favorite writing music. Well, for this project at least😀

What’s your favorite writing music? Put your favorite youtube video in the comments!

Because when's the last time you trembled from delight?