The Irks of Being a Writer

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I’ve been editing a SciFi novel and plotting in an urban fantasy world all day. I’ll be sending the SciFi off to my editor on Monday. I’ll start writing the urban fantasy on Nov 1, 2015, as a part of this year’s NaNoWriMo. (If you’re participating, I’m “bokerah.” I need some buddies.) And then, there’s a SciFi short that’s due to betas by the end of October. And first round of #PitchSlam in a few days.

I am stuck in the middle of the very real world of being a writer. I’m pedaling like mad, writing as much as I can so I can work my way out of the “sucky zone.”

I’m pretty sure my SciFi is stuck in crap-mode, and I just can’t tell. It’s pretty much like being nose-deep in the tree trunk of a tree that must be pruned in some places and grafted in others. And you’re starving. And there’s a fire coming. Zombies also.

It looks like this…

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I may have dissolved in the insane quicksand of second guessing myself into the oblivion of inaction. I am now certain that everyone is just not telling me how bad I stink at storytelling.

Someone, anyone! Tell me what I’m doing wrong!  *Whimpers* Why won’t anyone tell me?

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Today, I don’t know anything.

But I read this. I cried. It might be hormones, but I think it was Janet.

(I love you, Janet Reid! Just think of me as the weird fan in the balcony seat that takes everything two steps too awkward.)

So… maybe…

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So because I’m crazy like this…

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Here’s a sneak peek of my NaMoWriMo Cover (for release in Spring of 2016):

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Thanks to Lori at Contagious Covers. I think I also love you. Don’t tell Janet.

I might be a little…


Happy Wednesday from the deep dark cave of perpetual optimism wrapped in a self-doubt straight jacket. Maybe the next one will make me feel like a real author. ❤

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P.S. Keep Writing. It’s the only thing that keeps us writers marginally sane.

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Come in for some coffee and homemade plum jelly. My husband, Farmer Bill, made it. It’s the best in our part of Texas. I promise, between incubating peafowl eggs and bottle-feeding farm babies, I’m currently stuck in elsewhere worlds out the wahzoo. So, if you stick around a little while, you’ll get to join me on some of my adventures… plus chickens. Official Bio: Bokerah Brumley lives on ten permaculture acres, complete with sheep, goats, peacocks, turkeys, geese, guineas, ducks, chickens, five home-educated children, and one husband. For more information and a complete list of published works, please visit:

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