Sunday, December 30, 2012

And on we go...

So this is about it for 2012. As always, the year flew by. 2012 certainly wasn't my most productive year writing-wise. In fact, it falls pretty durn low on that list, but I did have a few writing highlights.

  • Daeva - The year started off right when, in January, I found a wonderful publishing home for Daeva, a novel that I've worked on very hard for a very long time. Aqueous Books will publish it in June 2014. Yes, still a year and a half away, but I'm so thrilled to be part of Aqueous's line up, I don't even mind the wait. 
  • Dark Knowledge - This novel was already released as an ebook. As of October 2012, it's available in paperback too. Now I have something new to drag around to book signings and events. (DK's Amazon page)
  • "Final Vision" - I was honored when Janet K. Brennan asked me to be the guest author for her upcoming collection of short stories (background here), and I'm very pleased with the story I wrote for the occasion. Now Tango Sunday is scheduled to be released mid-January 2013. Yay!

The writing lowlight for 2012 is my lack of new material written (other than "Final Vision" and a Halloween short story, "The Pumpkin Lady," I wrote for a Keepers of the Crypt event). I have a great WIP (that's writer shorthand for "work in progress" for you non-writers out there) about 1/3 written, but it's stalled because I'm not keeping my butt in the writing chair. I'd like to blame 2012--not that it's been a bad year. It hasn't. But it has been a busy year, with some nice non-writing highlights.

  • Early in the year, way back in February, we stumbled onto the perfect house in the perfect neighborhood. We weren't planning to relocate, but we couldn't resist. We moved. That meant fixing up a house to sell, all the many efforts of buying and selling, moving and furnishing, then fixing up the house we bought to be the way we want it. Whew, still working at it.
  • We also traveled, having decided we were at that age and stage when we could and should travel more. 

Is trying to blame all of 2012's non-writing activities a poor excuse for all my non-writing months? Definitely. But there you go. I won't use the same lame excuse for 2013. I'm ending this year by ramping up to pick up where I left off on my neglected WIP, and I have some ideas to whip up more WIPs for 2013. No excuses.

I enjoyed 2012 very much, and I feel fortunate to have had such a great year, despite the lack of writing motivation. I'm thankful for my partner, our good health, our dogs and home, those we've loved for years, new friends made this year... I'm taking loads of positive energy into 2013. I'm also bringing itchy fingertips into the new year, and I'm hoping that signals the return of my urge to spend hours tapping away at my keyboard to create new characters and new worlds and not the onset of some weird nerve disorder. I'll keep you posted.

Happy New Year, Everybody. 

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

High altitude dog dreams

I've mentioned dreams several times in this blog, because...well, because I dream a lot. Always have. And for the past 8 or 9 months, I've been dreaming even more than usual. Vividly.

I've mentioned that my dreams, for the most part, have become positive. I'm usually in control and respected by others verses recurring dreams I had for decades where I'd get lost or feel ignored or insignificant. Dogs have always found their way into my dreams, but lately, they're almost a constant. I'm a major dog lover, so I guess that's not a big surprise. Lately, I've been helping dogs, sometimes saving them. My rare bad dreams sometimes involve having one of our dogs injured. If a dog isn't featured in a dream, one will usually at least still make an appearance in one before the night is over.

An odd aside to all my dog dreaming is that one of our dogs, Tasia, is having her own dreams lately. Almost nightly, she dream-barks, and I have to wake her by saying her name or the barking goes on and on...

But that's enough about my dog's dreams. Back to my dog-dreams. My latest was last night. I was flying around, and--

I guess I should also explain that I've also begun having recurring dreams where I fly. It's an odd sensation. First of all, I always wonder if I'll be able to do it because there's nothing I actually do to initiate flight, but then I start running and I lift off. My ascents are very gradual, and sometimes I worry I won't clear the upcoming fence or trees, but I always do. I tend to over-compensate for the slow ascent and end up soaring higher than I want to be, but I make it back down okay. So despite my trend of being in control in my dreams, I never feel fully in control when I fly, even though I always end up going where I intended to go without crashing or bad consequences.

But last night I was diverted from my a dog. I didn't know the dog. It was a mid-size mix, chocolate brown, smooth hair, and lanky. I was in Amarillo, Texas (hometown and home until I was 31), and I was flying very close to the ground because I'd just gone too high and overcompensated (yet again). I knew I needed to gain altitude, but this brown dog jumped up, gently grabbed my ankle in his mouth, and pulled me to the ground uninjured. I took off again, but my slow ascent let him grab me again. And again. Finally, I made it into the air, but when I looked down, he was running along the ground to keep up with me. Dangerously busy streets were dead ahead, and I was afraid he'd run into traffic and be killed, so I returned to the ground yet again. He was at my side in an instant. I figured I made the right decision and woke.

So I guess I saved another dream-dog last night, my specialty these days, along with flying. A few more of these dreams, and I'm going to come up with a dog-saving superhero name for my dream self. Feel free to suggest something, maybe a costume too. No tights, please.