Author To-Do List

Writing isn’t just about words.

I saw a meme the other day that said something like “Being an adult is telling yourself ‘But after this week, things will slow down a bit’ until you die.”

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It was the perfect moment for a laugh/cry reaction. Because it’s so true. Today, I was sitting down with my wife to work out our schedules for the rest of the month. THE MONTH. When did I become this person who writes out a monthly schedule? I used to not know what I was doing in five minutes. I was the queen of spontaneity.

Now I have even the act of doing the dishes and taking the dog for a walk written into my half hour increments for the NEXT MONTH.

 

I put the blame partially on being a writer and partially on not knowing WTF I’m doing some of the time.

I’m a college instructor, so of course grading and lessons plans take some of my time. I’m a grad student, so homework gets a little time. I run an online writing academy, so that gets some of my time. I’m married with a house and a cat and a geriatric dog who gets shots twice a day for diabetes. So there’s that.
cropped-beth-cover-photo.pngBut it’s the writing that really eats my time. Not the ACTUAL words, mind you. The stuff that goes around the writing. And I’ve been failing miserably at it.

A month in the life of an author might consist of:

Put some words on a work in progress.

Follow #writingcommunity and other hashtags on Twitter to connect with other writers

Post things to author Facebook page

Create graphics on Canva or whatever to post on the page

Research which/if any ads work to promote one’s work.

Put out frantic calls for beta readers on social media.

Find beta readers.

Complete revisions on the finished work based on first beta reader feedback.

Send work to second beta reader.

Send out query letters on the completed work.

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Wait interminably for response.

Keep track of short story submissions.

Write short stories for submissions.

Send out a newsletter. (I haven’t done this in months)

Try to up the newsletter subscriptions in the hope that I actually put out a regular newsletter one day.

Write a blog on a regular basis.

Fail miserably at writing a blog on a regular basis.

Brainstorm ideas for the next story.

Decide which of three works in progress has the best chance of getting finished in the next year and work on that one.

Change mind the next day and work on different novel.

Learn how to embed gifs in my blog posts.

Set up promotions/sales on already published works in hopes of generating some sales.

Keep writing/posting interesting and compelling pieces of work to Patreon to keep your few Patrons amused, entertained, and happy.

Post snippets of Patreon posts to social media in hopes of garnering more patrons.

Read books to stimulate author brain.

Have extreme happiness about that one big award.

Have period of extreme self-doubt that it will be the only one for life.

Research writing contests and try to determine which ones are legit.

Go through backlog of unpublished work to see if any is salvageable.

Try to learn how to play “Love Me Do” on the harmonica.


 

That’s it. That’s August in a nutshell. And September. And October. And…

In keeping with my monthly planner, I sat down to write a blog today about writing and instead it came out as all the things I do instead of writing.

I think there would be a market for a person who knows how to do all of these things, who will do them all, and who will take their pay in a percentage of the increase in royalties after the marketing. Some magical fairy godmother of writers who waves a magic wand and makes all the businessy stuff go away.

 

In the meantime, hey, I wrote a blog this month! Stay tuned until December when I bust out my next monthly blog. cropped-beth-patreon-flier.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2019 – The Year of Beth

I quit smoking ten years ago this month. It was, at that time, the biggest and hardest thing I had ever done. I went cold turkey and I spent the first three months feeling as if I was going to die and the next three months wanting a cigarette every single day. After a year, it was over. And ever since I made that change, I have started every new year with this statement. “This is the year of Beth.”

brutie and gordoSome amazing things have happened since the first “year of Beth.” I’ve written eight novels and published six of them. I’ve had stories in several anthologies. I went back to school and proceeded to get my BA in English, then an MA in Creative Writing, and (almost) an MA in Communications, Marketing, and Digital Media. I adopted Gordo the Magnificent. I bought a home. I went to my first Golden Crown Literary Society conference, then got elected to the board, then moved into the Director of Education position where I took over running the writing academy and have continued to help it evolve into the incredible program it is today. I become an adjunct instructor teaching core English at a community college and literature for an MFA program. I left a long-term toxic relationship and, after several years and several near-misses, met and married the love of my life.

It has been a pretty incredible ten years. 

It wasn’t all rosy. There were tears and heartache and moments of not being able to pay the bills. I remember a winter sitting in my living room wrapped in multiple sweaters, and blankets, shivering because I knew if I turned the heat any higher, I wouldn’t be able to pay the gas bill.  There have been depressive episodes so bad I couldn’t leave the house. There was a bout with the flu that almost killed me. There was a relationship that ended so badly, my ex took to social media to tell lies about me to our (former) mutual friends, many of whom ditched me based on her say-so. There was the time when Brutus was diagnosed with diabetes and refused to eat so I could give him his shots and he got thinner and thinner until I was sure he was going to die. (Note: He is a chunky-monkey now and doing just fine for a thirteen-year-old dog.) Continue reading “2019 – The Year of Beth”

Ten Things About Me

  1. I just released my sixth book, Coming Around Again, through Sapphire Books Publishing.
  2. I have an old man dog named Brutus. He has diabetes and I give him a shot twice a day to keep him healthy and happy. brutie and gordo
  3. Gordo is the cat. He rules the house. In the mornings, he reminds me to open the blinds by yanking the slats apart with his paw. I have broken blinds, but I don’t sit in darkness all day.
  4. I have depression. Sometimes, it doesn’t seem to affect my life at all. Sometimes, it means I spend the whole day on the verge of tears, trying not to cry, even though there is nothing sad happening at that moment. Sometimes it means my chest hurts and I have anxiety that seems to fill my entire body and I can’t get rid of it no matter what I do.
  5. I married my soulmate. It’s the kind of relationship we’ve both always dreamed of but didn’t think it was possible to have. She never thought she was worth it and I didn’t think it existed. She is and it does.
  6. I’m naturally lazy and completely unmotivated. I am also a grad student getting my second Master’s, an adjunct instructor with three classes, an online instructor of craft of writing for a non-profit writing academy, the Director of Education for Golden Crown Literary Society, an author, and one of three admins of a 15,000 member women’s networking group in Lansing, MI. I could happily sit on my ass all day and do nothing. Instead, I make detailed to-do lists in half-hour blocks and weekly and monthly to-do lists with deadlines, assignments, student grading blocks, answering emails, etc. I even schedule time to clean the kitchen and make meals. I think I’m happier when I’m doing things. (FYI – my lists are ambitious and I rarely finish all of them.)
  7. I have a Patreon page. So far, I have 14 patrons. Some are fans of my work – others are just fans of me. It isn’t a charity thing, though. It’s exchange for exchange. Some of my supporters pay a mere 2 dollars a month and get access to short stories no one else will see, sneak previews of works in progress, rejected book cover ideas, videos of readings, and general writing process stuff. You can look at it here. 
  8. I don’t know how or when, but I really want to get my PhD.
  9. I just started doing P90X3, the workout program and my butt hurts right now.
  10. I believe in community and connection and I think we thrive when we have it. I value the groups to which I belong, especially the Golden Crown Literary Society for helping me to foster those relationships.

Happy Love Day

Today is the 12th anniversary of the day I got my beloved dog, Brutal Brutus the Destroyer, aka Brutie, from the St. Croix Animal Shelter. Brutie old man

 

He was the world’s most adorable puppy, but he is an even handsomer old man. Happy love day, Brutie. I hope we have twelve more. ❤Brutie as a baby

 

Thank you for reading! In honor of Brutie’s love day, one random commenter on today’s blog will receive a free paper copy of my fourth novel, Eating Life.