New Places and Spaces

After many years of moving around and roommates filtering in and out of our house, the husband and I have finally moved to a decent sized one bedroom apartment by ourselves. This is very exciting because we now have ownership of the entire space and we live alone. Oh, glorious solitude.

We aren’t decorators or anything fancy, but we are both writers and in turn, we both love to read. So I thought I would just throw up some pictures of our writing space and our bookshelves.

writing areaThis is our writing area. If Mike and I ever wanted to write at the same time, there is a desk in our bedroom but it’s not as organized or apt for writing but it can be done. This desk is by a window (a must for me, at our old place I wrote at the kitchen table because of its proximity to a window) and has no clutter or anything to busy or distracting. There’s our ‘stereo’ for music and some keepsakes and photographs on the wall. Our boards for planning are there, too. My second book is planned on the whiteboard even though I think I’m actually going to give it a full overhaul. Outlining, ugh.

ImageOur bookshelves! This is very exciting. We obviously, as you can see, kept a lot of our textbooks. Mike is a screenwriter so he has a lot of his film textbooks and I have some education and writing ones, too. We also have inherited a lot of books from my grandparents over the years and that painting was done by my talented mother-in-law.

Our bookshelves are a bit overflowing so I put all of my YA books on the top.

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There’s no real order to this except that I am keeping series together if applicable. The far left stack is my to read pile. It has grown since I took this picture.

There you have it! The writing space has already proven to be wonderful while I’m editing and hopefully it will continue to be an inspiring place. And hopefully the bookshelves will stay happily overflowing but wont burst any time soon.

Where do you keep your books once your shelves are full? Let me know!

My Love Letter to Leslie Knope

I love Leslie Knope.

I could sing her praises from the rooftops, the mountain tops, across desert lands, or on top of a slide in a local park. I love her, plain as day, simple as rice. She is an inspiration, a beam of sunshine that radiates from my television screen and fills my life with more hope than any Obama campaign could. But most of all, Leslie Knope is important.Read More »

Giving Ownership and Thanks

My manuscript is in the hands of about ten people. That may be a lot, I don’t actually have an educated guess of how many people an author should give their manuscript for opinions or edits, but whatever, I have a lot of people I trust and value for their talent and couldn’t narrow it down. 

These wonderful, beautiful people are taking time out of their lives to read something very unpolished and potentially not to their liking just because they support and love me. It is an amazing feeling.

More than that, another crazy thing has started happening.Read More »

You Can’t Please Everyone

I strive to create a good story, to make characters that everyone will love but also stay true to who I created. I want to build a world so great that no one says it “lacked world building” and I want characters to fall in love naturally and quickly but no one remembers to say “so much wuv” and “quick love strikes again”. I want to write what I love but not hear “this is just generic YA again”. 

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What My True Love Gave to Me [Valentine’s Day Edition]

Friday was Valentine’s Day, and I admit that I was not very on top of it this year.

I feel like this year has just begun but it is already going too fast. I dropped the ball on Galentine’s Day and then really dropped the ball again the next day on Valentine’s Day. Oops.

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However, I went to Green Apple Books right after work and picked up some books for my husband. I got him some books there for Christmas and since then have fell in love with the place. I don’t live in the city, which is good because I think I would spend all my paychecks there. For Christmas, I found books for him in the huge staff picks selection and went straight there for some books for Valentine’s Day. As usual, they did not disappoint.

My husband, Mike, has found a reformed love for all things nature thanks to his promise to himself to get out more and the legendary documentary film maker, Ken Burns. He wants to go to all the National Parks some day and I am more than happy to follow him there. As a writer himself, I found In the Sierra: Mountain Writings by Kenneth Rexroth. I’m sure Mike will be inspired to do his own poetry and prose for the parks he embarks upon. Along with that, I got him Suicide by Edouard Levé because Mike loves French literature and this book not only sounded heartbreaking and interesting, Levé took his own life a month after submitting the manuscript which adds even more intrigue.

But the book giving didn’t end there. Mike’s gifts to me were a few chocolate covered strawberries and An Abundance of Katherines by John Green because I am slowly making my way through all of Green’s work. The day after Valentine’s Day we went to Berkeley’s Books Inc. to browse and I finally found a copy of Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi so I asked Mike if he would buy it for me. Valentine’s gift bonus! I have heard nothing but great things about this series that recently came to an end and I hear it is very steamy and as I write my own young adult novel, I try to find great YA romances who turn the heat up so I can see just how far I can go! I’m very excited for both of these books.

Recent gift givings between us have turned exclusively to books and I love it. He knows me better than anyone else and knows exactly what I will like. He knows what books I’m on the look out for and what authors intrigue me and he knows how to read the back of a book and see if I will like it. I think that… well, I just think it’s really neat.

Spark || Soundtrack for Mike

[A ‘Spark’ is anything I write here that is just a small bit of prose, maybe just a thought, maybe longer than a single thought, that needs a space and this blog needs some reading material]

They said, life has a soundtrack. ‘They’ are probably manic pixie dream girls from YA novels or crippling indie movies that cling to their wanted genre but come off flat. But they said it, they said life has this soundtrack. I didn’t believe them until I found the song, the one song that plays on infinite repeat when we’re together. So I guess the girl in big glasses with a short haircut and a Keruoac novel under her arm made a believer in me.