My Surface Pro 2

Recently my desktop crashed--be it an update that did it, or it was just the PCs time. So I had to pick up a new one. And my wife wanted one, as well.
For the holidays one year, I had got her a Surface Pro 2. She never really liked the size. So on another occasion I bought her the desktop dock. It turned it into a desktop well enough, but she never really liked it.
So when I gave her the full PC, she said I could have the Surface.
I quickly redid Windows to factory and began the fun journey every geek loves, adding all my apps and documents to a new device. This task was unbelievably easy due to the cloud.
I've using the Surface Pro 2 and it's wonderful. I still love my Lenovo Yoga 2 (which is sitting on my night table, probably jealous) but this device--as I'm sure is the case with the newer Surface devices--is so choice.
It's a tablet when you pull off the keyboard, which sticks to it by magnets. The charger is also magnetic, which is something I prefer, in case someon…

That Thing

That thing. 

It's not defined. You can't put a name to it. But you know when you have it. 

You can loose it, but it can come right back. 

Is it like a muse? 

Sort of. 

A little. 

But what is it? 

Well, we're all trying to find out. 

I suppose you can build it up. Reading and writing on a regular basis can feed it. But I'm finding it's not necessarily something that can be seen, or measured. 

It's inside you and it consists of a lot of things. 

Sometimes it can make you feel wonderful, like you can conquer the world. And sometimes make you feel like the world is caving in on you. 

It can make you want to pick up the pen and paper, or typewriter/laptop and get right back at it, or it could kick you in the pants and make you say uncle. 

Whatever it is, it's there. To harness it is the goal. And that time will come, with practice and persistence. 

Until then, enjoy the mystery of it. 


Complacency and Rejection

In comparison to big names like Stephen King and Dean Koontz, who say they received many rejections before they were accepted, I found a strange thing. 

The authors who are coming up, sending out to "Indie" publishers, are getting accepted fairly quick. Some are harder to get into, but for the most part, if you're persistent you can have stories placed without piling up rejections. 
And that's good. 
It's a confidence booster. It helps those publications build their roster of authors and magazines, and is a great building block to hone your craft (as is said everywhere in literary mags." 

Also, as those magazines grow, and the authors grow, they can say, "I started with so and so way back when." 
But what about those big time authors who said it took them long, many rejections, cork boards plastered with rejection slips galore? 
Well, they were submitting to different places. Harder places to get into. 
I was thinking about this and realized that they wer…

The Brightest Flame

The brightest flame burns quickest. Or like Lao Tzu said originally "he flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long." 

Sounds about right. You push too hard and you burn out. There you go. Burn. Candles. 

Get it? 

Well, it's true. Pushing yourself to achieve a goal is a good thing, but to over exert one's self is not. 

It's not only disaster that can take place, but total burn out--and then it's just not as fun. 

A little extra work never killed anyone, until you take it too far, you neglect your family, life. 

Yes, you're doing more, but now your spouse despises you. Your kids don't know you, and you may be getting sick. 

Now it's too late. You've gone and pushed yourself to the limits. And in the interim you've neglected a lot of things. Probably even your health. 

Now you're sick, about to cash in your ticket. And you look around. What did it get you? 

Your kids are grown a bit, maybe spouse left you. You never got to enjoy any of it…

Earnest, More than Just Hemingway

I just read a post by a buddy of mine who runs Deadlights magazine. He posted about an online program that takes all the editing features out of writing. So you can't go back and edit. 

Everything that comes out has to stay out. 

Then it got me thinking. There are points to this that would actually work. 

I imagined myself just typing out the story, not looking back to fix things, but maybe to remember something. But continuing to move on. 

Some things don't work, but I can't delete. 

I can't EDIT! 

Then I thought about how much we delete out of our stories. How any scenes that could have worked--that could have propelled the story to the inevitable ending--I may have deleted. 

I also realized that if you keep typing, just keep going, don't look back, eventually an ending will come. 

Now when you go back you can edit, but you'll see exactly where you want to go. 

I think this can really help a lot of people. It's one thing to say you won't edit, or delete words,…

Random Weekend Thoughts 7/13/2018

The changes I had wrote about before are already starting to take place. I feel it inside. 

It has been a long time coming, and I knew that they had to happen. 

Of course, nothing stays exactly the same forever. 

Changes happen. 

Sometimes even big changes, or total makeovers. 

There is nothing wrong with that. I just see that the format and other methods can be tweaked, or I'm not comfortable any longer with the way I'm doing things. 

I always wanted the blog to feel natural, like I was typing down the thoughts as they came from my head. 

I struggled with posting updates on Twitter,  because really, who am I? 

Granted, there are those on YouTube and blogs who ask the same question after their channels, or blogs, blow up with many fans and such. 

But still. 

If those people are asking this question, imagine someone who doesn't have all those followers? 

And the Mon, Tue, Friday format can be a bit nuts, too. 

For one, feeling like I have to keep up with that schedule. 

Sometimes these …

The Drawing Board

This post is about restarting back on the goal. 
My goal. 

Your goal. 

I basically want to restart what I'm here to do. 


It's easy to become bogged down with gunk and grime, like an engine that needs a good cleaning. 
I have a few projects that need to get done, and every time I sit down to get to it, time is eaten away by distractions. 

I enjoy the YouTube show, and this blog, and have gotten better at producing them, but I have to buckle down and focus on the writing. 

Social media takes up a lot of time and energy. And while it's a necessary evil, it's also one that can really become an energy consumer. 

Checking notifications and retweeting until the cows come home. 

This year--in terms of submissions and acceptances--has been extremely slow. I'm working on a couple things, but not as much as I wish I was doing. 

I also want to get one of my novels finished before the winter, so I can start looking for an agent. 

On top of the day job, these things can become near …