Writer Blogs & Professionalism

I’ve been doing a lot of surfing lately. Surfing blogs, that is. Writer’s blogs. They are as varied as the people writing them, and some of them quite entertaining and delightful. Even the color and theme choices show the authors personality and that’s a good thing. Because after all, one of the reasons for a writer’s blog is to allow prospective readers to get a feel for the person behind the writing.

But shouldn’t a blog also reflect the writer’s professionalism? Just as a book signing or speaker appearance is a public forum, so are blogs – and they reflect on the writer. Anyone, even a young, computer savvy child could read a blog.

Some author’s blogs contain long rants full of explicit sex terms and cuss words, and sometimes even vicious name calling. IMO, those personal rants are better left to the locked diary or journal you keep beside the bed. I recommend blowing off the head full of steam there, and then write your more professional and well thought out argument/statement on your Blog. Or at least open another blog under an alias and spew there, where your identity remains anonymous.

Let’s suppose you’re really ticked about a subject and you dash off a rant about the subject of love scenes, complete with expletives and explicit sexual terms, click to publish, and breathe a sigh of relief. That felt GREAT! Wonderful, in fact. But what if your mother or child read it – now are you as confident you want it on the web? You say, yes, they know I’m just blowing off steam. Okay, I’ll buy that. After all, your family knows you best. But what if it’s a prospective buyer, come to your site for the first time? Is that the first impression you want to give? What about an editor, just checking out the various methods you’ve listed for promotions. Or maybe an agent Googled you, looking for more information as to whether you’re the type of person they’d want to represent. What kind of impression do you think they’re forming of you? I don’t know about most people, but I’d be cringing.

I write romance, and I’m working toward becoming a stronger writer, regardless of what genre I write in. I won’t say that you’ll never see the occasional mild cuss word in my blog, because writing can be an extremely frustrating profession at times. But I’ll try to find a more expressive way to show you how I feel about a subject.

This is my personal opinion, and you may not agree. That’s okay. Variety is the spice of life. Blog until your heart is content in whatever manner you choose. Just remember, you never know who might be reading, and first impressions are next to impossible to dispel.

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Blog time, unwanted fodder

Geez has it been 3 days already since I last blogged? My how time gets away from you. I’ve been fighting with a nasty headache. Guess it’s a migraine, seeing as it lasted three days, was gone for a day and is creeping back again. I just want a pain-free head to think and write with. Is that too much to ask? Seems like on everyone’s blog I look at, they’re talking about being sick. The world is sick, nay, the universe!

It’s winter and its weird temperature fluctuations that’re the culprits. Why can’t we have milder temperatures, like in Hawaii. Now that I could live with. Sure, it rained torrents in the winter in Hawaii, but the temps rarely dipped below mid 60’s. Okay, enough wishing and nattering about things I cannot change.

I have more fodder for the research mill. Monday night, DH was gone on a biz trip, and I set the alarm and went to bed, oh, around 3:30 a.m. (yes, I’m a night owl). At 5:30 the burgler alarm sounds it’s shrill cry, making me mucho grateful I was shut up and locked inside my bedroom with the phone, a panic panel, and the dog. I coded in the numbers to silence the irritating shriek, and stood, heart pounding, waiting, straining to hear anything that might suggest an intruder. Phone rings – it’s the alarm company –

Code 1 burglar alarm has sounded. Am I all right?

Yes, but I have no idea WHY the alarm is going off.

Should they call the police? Or would I like to check the house?

Oh, um, yeah actually. I’ll love to step foot outside my bedroom and brave whatever creep might be waiting to rape, maim, kill, or just relieve me of all my personal belongings of any worth. No problem, or rather NO!

But, I do – I freakin’ do!!!!!

Why on earth, I haven’t a clue, but just like the TSTL heroines in those scary movies that I never watch because I can’t see paying to have the bejesus scared out of me, I unlock my bedroom door, proceed out into the dark depths of my home, and check each and every room, closet, peer under beds, and just about expire on the spot every time I have to open another door.

Geez Louise, I never realized how many places there are for a person to squeeze into or things to hide behind in this house. You have to understand. We have 3 floors and probably 20 rooms plus closets and suddenly creepy shower curtains.

It took me awhile to make my way down to the basement. Even finished out, it’s still scary. And then I discover – the walkout basement door is unlocked! Oh God, that’s it. I’ve been walking around inside a death trap. I’m toast!

The basement has the creepiest rooms, between the utility/storage room and the uber-dark home theatre. Now, THAT one was a treat. Even with the lights on full, it’s dim in there. And every moment, I’m still clutching that phone like a lifetime, the alarm guy’s soothing voice telling me he’s staying with me, I don’t have to do this. If at any time I feel uncomfortable, he’ll simply press the button and the police will come. I’m thinking – yeah, and find my dead body. Either there’s a burglar here to cause me bodily harm, or my heart is going to leap right out of my chest. Either way, I’m still toast and they’ll never make it in time.

But, no evil crazy lurked behind any of the doors I opened. No one grabbed me, or beat me over the head. None of the wild scenarios that ran though my head actually happened, but I have great fodder for the next suspenseful moment that crops up in a WIP. I still have no clue why the burglar alarm went off. Maybe someone tried the front door and tripped it. Maybe it was the wind. Who knows.

They say write what you know. We all say TSTL heroines act in a way that no real person would. But this real person did exactly what she knew she shouldn’t – and at risk of great peril – all because the waiting and not knowing would have been worse than confronting the possibilities on her own.

I learned something about myself on Monday night. I’m a little braver than I thought I’d be in such a situation. Still, I’m thinking, a little can of pepper spray in the old nightstand might not be a bad idea.

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Unexpected Inspiration

Out of the blue, I received an invitation to a wedding. My brothers wedding.

I’m a romance writer. See where I’m going? It wasn’t an ordinary, run-of-the-mill invitation and the wedding will be just as different which I thought was rather cool.

Anyway, the uniqueness of it all set the gray matter to churning and an idea formed for a new book. Not the whole plot, but a decent idea to work off of. I could see a whole series forming… but wait! I have a book already plotted. Well, mostly plotted. KITA is almost ready for me to begin writing. So I jot down the jist of my idea and send to the idea bin in my computer along with all the myriad of other ideas that may or may not develop into an actual novel or short story one day.

You’re dying to know what the idea is, aren’t you? Well, sorry, I’m not telling. Too much talk about ideas and story lines, and actual verbatim manuscripts being stolen. What? You haven’t heard? Well, where have you been? ::snicker:: Nah, it was just something I read on Larissa’s Blog . But it’s scary, y’all.

I sweat too hard over these books to have someone else write about the same exact plot line. Especially if that someone writes faster than me. No thanks. I’ll keep my little nugget to myself and maybe someday I’ll develop it into a full novel. Who knows? Might be THE ONE. The breakout novel. The one that brings The Call!

Ever notice that writers usually refer to that first call from an editor who wants to buy your book as ‘The Call’ – with caps? There’s a reverence there. An awe-inspiring, heart-pounding, lump in your throat kind of euphoric terror in those two words. No way I’m risking it being taken away from me, for as much as I’d love your comments as to the sheer genius of my idea (Who’s laughing? Stop that this instant! Is that you Linda? I can hear you, ya know.)

She knows what I’m talking about. Linda has a partial sitting on an important editors desk and it’s driving her crazy.

Gotta run. There’s writing to do.

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