Life keeps on, keeping on

It’s been two really weird weeks since school got out. Funny how I thought I’d have more time. More…I dunno, everything. I’m having issues doing my monthly column over at savvy, probably because I haven’t found my voice yet. Some people lean toward that whole article thing, and I’ve always been a blogger, rambling here and there like I have all the time in the world to get where I want to go.

I did block out my video. I’m not sure whether to go for the whole “literary” thing and film in front of my bookcase or use my desk. They’re not as clean as I thought. For some reason video seems to pick up all the little bits of dust and it sure made the paper in my wall file look like it’d been there forever—which it has. Once I figure out how to get the camera up high enough, I should be good to go.

Sharon, kind person that she is, has signed me up for five deconstruction seminars. I really wanted to do Taken—that Liam Nesson film, because it’s one hell of an intense thriller. And Kenyon’s Dance with the Devil. One of my favorite books. It’s got everything and the kitchen sink—a prologue, epilogue, huge numbers of flashbacks, dream sequences, multiple povs, tie-ins. All kinds of stuff.

Should be fun. I’ve never done a deconstruction before, but I can see how it all ties together. Multiple areas of craft, using one particular example to show why it works and how to use it. Savvy is doing freebies during the conference so people can check them out and I’d link to it, but I don’t think it’s live yet. Even though I’m going to Nationals, I figure—there’s wifi in the room, I’m going to lurk-thru and see how other people handle deconstruction, because I’m all about learning.

I also have plans for another “page”, mostly because I’m thrilled blogger added the pages feature, but kind of because I find things that “could” be workshops, but would end up being awkward. I’m really not known as an erotica writer, and saying I have this workshop on writing emotionally driven short erotica would make people stare. So—instead of adding it, I’m going to stick it on an interactive page, and people who want can come and talk about it, and I’ll talk about it and maybe it’ll work out, and maybe it won’t. But it’ll be free and hopefully useful.

Life has come back at me, and I’m in this odd limbo—not trying too hard to get a job since Nationals are coming up and very few people are going to hire me and let me go on vacation a couple weeks later. I really want to go. I’m not sure if I can afford another year. It’s definitely not cheap. Maybe the GSRWA conference next year. I've always been a fan of the Diva dinner.