About my week…
So, as the title suggests, this week has been busy! I believe by now you all have a pretty good understanding of what I’m dealing with on a weekly basis (work, family, etc.), but I’ve had increasing overtime come up at work, I got rid of volleyball, but I still have husband’s softball to spend energy on, or more specifically a 55 pound pit bull/boxer mix to hold back. She slowly gets better each week, but a two year old puppy is still a two year old puppy. The real problem is that she’s mouthy, which is a boxer trait, and it wouldn’t be a huge deal except that her puppy play bites have pit bull jaw muscles behind them, which makes a play bite seem not so playful to the receiver, or their parents. She doesn’t understand that what she considers play can hurt people, and that’s been our real difficulty. Can I get an “amen”?
I also had a job interview this week that, in my opinion, went incredibly well, so I am really hoping to get a call this week. Fast food is not meant to be a life long job, but with everyone wanting job experience, but not wanting to let someone earn some, or they want a degree that I don’t have because it’s still in process, there aren’t many other choices out there.
About my writing…
So, at this point I am five thousand words behind. I knew I was going to end up behind, but I hate that it’s gotten this bad. Some scenes have been more difficult than planned, but they’re scenes that shouldn’t be hard, because they’re not emotional, or painful, but then again they are delicate. It’s something I’m discovering about writing, that even easy scenes are not always easy.
I have also been planning on how to handle the actual publishing itself. Not the way I’m publishing-it will still be independently through Create Space and Ebook, but I keep hearing about covers and formatting, things some people are convinced will or will not sell. I keep thinking maybe I should spend that $300 I don’t have, but then I read books by authors who don’t use special formatting, and I don’t even notice. Now, covers I get, and while making my own covers started as an attempt to save $100 dollars, I have found I really kind of enjoy it. I love that I can create something like that and I get to keep my rights to it as well. And while my early covers are not the best, I am excited about continuing to learn and grow and get better.
What about you? Do you notice the difference better professional formatting and normal? Did you even know there was a difference? Do you think that it affects your reading experience?
As everyone filed in, filled their plates, and sat down, I noticed that Rose took one of the seats furthest from me. I guess she was still bitter. Erent, of course, took the seat right next to me. I tried to excuse his clinginess as him trying to be a gentleman. I mean, he was the one who had been sent to talk to me, and had failed at convincing me to stay home. Maybe he was just making sure I was comfortable, if only to schmooze me into selling them the house. He was definitely easy on the eyes, and under different circumstances I would be happy to flirt a little, but not was not the time or the place, not when there were to many secrets still left to discover.
We ate in silence until Erent broke it. “So, Riley, what did you think of everything?”
“Well, I was impressed by all of it,” I praised, and I was being honest. All I could do was a little fancy knife and stake work; these guys used real weapons, real moves that weren’t used in a self-defense class or learned off of YouTube. “It makes me want to know where I can sign up for classes.”
Erent chuckled while Carl groaned and said, “This was what I was worried about!”
“Well, that would be difficult anyway, because most of this wasn’t learned in a class room,” Erent explained. “Katherine spent a couple hundred years traveling the world and learned most of these moves along the way. Carl taught us a few, along with taking shooting lessons, and your mom and dad helped. Victor taught me how to use the axe himself.”
“Carl’s family has been dealing with the paranormal for generations,” Katherine continued. “He and Victor went to school together, and in high school, when Carl was starting to learn the “family trade”, your dad couldn’t be kept away.”
“We joined after he and Esther met in college and they had made their way back here,” Rose piped in. “She and Katherine were my inspiration.”
It was so weird to hear this secret history of my parents. To remember my sweet, soft-spoken mom, and the relaxed, affectionate jester my dad had been before she had died, and to realize they had been talented killers.
“Oh my gosh, do you remember when we had followed those weres to that playground?” Rose asked.
“Yes! It was a few months after they had found out they were having you, Riley, and Victor made this comment right before we went in…”
“’Oh great, now I’ll have to worry about bullies and beasts when I take my daughter to the park!’” Katherine giggled.
Suddenly everyone was sharing their favorite memories of my parents, and I kept quiet, trying to let them have their moment. But slowly the conversation became more and more about Dad, and the bitterness I had been trying to hold back kept getting stronger and stronger.