Month: November 2013

On Being Left Behind (pangs of a childfree life)

I used to have an imaginary friend. I’d see her while riding in the back of my parent’s car. She rode a beautiful white horse that ran alongside my window, and no matter how far we drove, she was always there. I’d roll down the window to reach for her hand, or if we were on the freeway, I’d press my face up against the glass to be as close to her as possible. Sometimes, I’d pretend I was her. I’d cease to exist, and my body would flicker into dust in the wind. My friends are all growing up. They drive their own cars with their own children riding in the back seat. I look into their cars and see what my life might’ve been. Each car is a different story driving down a path I cannot follow. Other childfree women embrace their lives with flare, but I only feel broken. Seeing a destination I will never reach hurts me. “That pang is about feeling out of step with the stages of life more than of having …

November Update for Current WIP

Quick post before I head off to work. I’ve been furiously working on the last round of edits for my manuscript. November 11th marks the eighteenth month anniversary from when I first started writing it. The story has changed so much that the first draft is a completely different book. I hired a freelance (developmental) editor to start late November/early December. The few notes he’s sent me already tells me we’re going to get along. I’m excited to see what the NEXT draft will be like after he’s had a chance to pick things apart. I also keep hearing about this Save the Cat beat sheet thing screenwriters use to plot out their scripts. Hah! Wish I’d known about it eighteen months ago. Liz Writes Books created a nifty beat sheet spreadsheet for novels. Have you used it before? Did it help? I’m going to try using it to plan out my next manuscript, or maybe I’ll go back to see how my current one fits with all the different points on there. NaNoWriMo will have to …

Groupon Adventures: Acting Class (Part 3)

He’s a guy who’s worked as an engineer for most of his life. Next year, he’s quitting his job to become an actor. “I’ll give myself two years,” he says. “I’m going all out to pursue my dream. If I don’t make it by then, I’ll come back home.” No one knows he’s leaving. His coworkers think he’s moving. His family doesn’t approve, so he’s told them his work is transferring him to a new city. This guy has more heart than I’ll ever have.