Adrenaline

Adrenaline -[uh-dren-ul-in] A highly intoxicating substance released in the body when one is doing something totally bad-ass.

• Also known as the rush you get when you're writing that scene where your MC is about to kiss the Hero and you get all tingly just thinking about it.

• Also known as the feeling you get on that last quarter stretch of the mile you're running.

• Also known as the substance that keeps your body functioning when you are insanely over extended but still seem to get it all done.

• Also known as the wooziness you get after sending off a shit ton of query emails, then just to make things more stressful, you send off one more.

I have been running on pure Adrenaline lately. Today I'm pretty sure I hit an adrenaline malfunction. It was like all the adrenaline disappeared and my mind just came to a stop, but my actions didn't.

So what was I running on?

Fumes....

Yet I still managed to get 2 Hours of a project done AND 4 hours of Editing. I'm just oozing out the heavy fumes yo!

Ever been here? Did the ice cream and chocolate chips work as well on you as they did on me?

Reminding myself that I AM awesomesauce!

So consensus is regular postings. SOOOO I've decided for now I'm going to give you a little bit of both. I will write regularly on Tuesdays and throw in random posts whenever the spirit moves me. (Cuz my life is not complete if it is not random yo!)

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So I'm having a day. You know one of those days where you just aren't feeling the confidence a risin'? One of those days where you just want to piss and moan about how not awesomesauce you are, but at the same time you want to keep your mouth shut because you don't want to be a Negative Nancy...I mean seriously...no one likes being called a Nancy!

Ever have one of those days?

That's me today. Totally lost in my own world of pity. And that is SO NOT COOL!

So I am forcing myself out of the dark place and back into my happy place. I've turned my facebook onto the English/Pirate mode. It's a start.

UPDATE*** English/Pirate was TOTALLY worth it when this showed up on my wall...

"Robert be plunderin' Bible Training Institute Graduation fer wenches and booty."

I'm also considering a super long shower or bath to calm my nerves. And if it ever stops raining (ggggrrrrrrr) I intend to take a nice run. (I Heart Running!)

I refuse to complain.

I refuse to not feel confident.

I refuse to think I can't do this whole writing thing. Cuz I know I totally can.

I think I need to go cue some music. Any recommendations?

What do you do to remind yourself you are big fat bowls of awesomesauce?

Writing and Reading Blog Posts

Both VERY different animals...

Reading blog posts is like diving into a pile of tiny sweet little kittens. (Meow!) You get to pick an choose which fluffy fur ball you're going to cuddle up to and spend your time with. There is no pressure to do this. I mean nobody is ever going to force a kitten onto you and say, "Cuddle with this fluffpod or else!!!" Sure people appreciate when you read their posts and comment. I know I appreciate when people read and comment on mine.

(Seriously my blog is a super cute little kitten yo! And just look how fluffy and soft it is!!! Now comment or else!)

But the best part about reading blog posts is that it is all about YOU, the reader. YOU choose what YOU read and what YOU don't. YOU get to decide if YOU like the kitten ... I mean post. YOU get to be the one who laughs and cries and feels educated afterward.

Whether YOU are reading a blog that inspires YOU or one that just makes YOU burst into laughter...it's all about YOU!

But writing blog posts ... although sometimes it can be all Rainbows-and-Ponies-like ... for most of us it tends to be like walking into a pit of angry, hungry elephants. (Possibly puppy sized elephants though...) You walk into the pit of pissed off puppy sized elephants and and they're all like, "Yo, give us some peanuts! And not those crappy little nuts you find in a jar, we want the kind that come in bucket dog!" (Yes elephants TOTALLY talk like Randy Jackson! Even the tiny ones...)

So you scrounge around in your head for a big fat bucket of peanuts.

*rattles brains until peanuts shoot out our ears*

BUT THEN...

All you come up with is this...
How the heck are you going to feed a herd of starving miniature elephants with that!?!? I mean sure, they've got the shells and the definitely didn't come out of a jar, but that's barely going to feed one elephant.

And you know what I tend to do after this?

I smack those little peanuts back into my brain and refuse to write. After all, I don't want to disappoint my puppy sized elephants.

But is that the right thing to do? Well considering I've started missing all my followers and my fun puppy sized comments, I'm gonna say no.

The blogosphere is kinda a brutal place sometimes. But what we need to keep in mind is that it's gotta be as much about you as it is about your readers. It can't be a one sided relationship. I mean no one likes a one sided relationship. (Ok well the guy on the end that is receiving all the relationship benefits usually does, but it never does work out!)

So maybe you have epic things to say on a regular basis like the Amazing Elana ... or maybe you just have a funny story to tell like Karen (Ok seriously...this post is actually epic to me....it's a must read for all writers! It may be one of the shortest posts ever, but truly one of the best!). Either way, someone is going to want to read it. But you'll never know unless you break out those peanuts.

Sure, they might not feed ALL the elephants. But they might feed one, and that should be enough.

What do you think? Does it bother you when people ( *cough* like me *cough* ) post sporadically and without purpose? Or are you just happy when you see a post from them pop up in your feed?

Do you prefer just to dive into a pile of fuzzy kittens or are you all about feeding the elephants?

So I Got Kinda Old This Past Weekend...

BUT not as old as I'm going to be in in 362 days!!! That's right. In less than a year I hit the Dirty Thirty! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

And it's all good. I mean 29 isn't too bad. It's kinda like 19, just 10 years older, 10 lbs heavier and 3 kids more. It's all good.

But I'm not really that irritated about getting old. I mean ... I still look 15, so it's all good. Right?

How do you guys feel about aging? Did 20, 40 or 50 scare you or excite you?

Poppins hides in the corner wearing the Cone of Shame!

So I get this is the email I get from my son's resource teacher...

FYI your son and I are having a discussion about beer kegs this morning… he can’t believe I’ve never heard of them

Um yeah....the kid has never seen a beer keg!!!

I can only imagine what this woman thinks of my parenting skills at this moment and time.

So I email her back telling her how embarrassed I am (and asking her, "Um seriously, you don't know what a keg is....)

So she laughs at me and says yeah...

He said you know one of those big things that holds beer and you push a little tap thingy and the good beer comes out my dad gets them at the ghetto meijers

And sadly...I am so guilty of teaching him the words, "Ghetto Meijers". But I'm not sure how he knows what GOOD beer is. (Memo to me....tell son there is no such thing as good beer!)

So um, who's sending me the Mother of the Year award? I'll email you my address!

One of my Favorite Scenes

I'm editing ... again ... and I decided I wanted to share one of my favorite scenes. It's a pretty quick scene, but I still love it.

So I hope you enjoy!

“See now,” Harris began. “Had you left this guy behind, I might have let you hang out with me, but as it turns out I don’t hang out with jerks.”

“Kind of difficult considering you are one,” Jeremy argued.

Alexis yelled. “Will you both just shut up?”

Harris bowed. “Anything for you Alexis.”

“Oh cut the crap,” Alexis said back.

“Fine, then tell me what you want.”

“I just wanted to talk,” Alexis lied.

“Oh yeah?” He laughed. “And did you know I recently invented a way to freeze over hell?”

“Really,” Alexis played along. “I’ve always thought just a few ice cubes would do the trick, but I suppose they’d melt too fast. So where are you going?”

“To the park to frolic in the wild flowers,” he answered. “Would you like to join me?”

“I would, but I’m allergic to pollen.”

“Well I guess this ends our little talk then doesn’t it?” Harris smiled.