A Brand New Year – #ACFW #AmWriting #ASMSG

I hate and love New Year’s resolutions.

I hate them because I only seem to keep but a few. Maybe I set to many goals, but that brings me back around to why I love them. Because goals keep us moving forward, give us something to aim for.

I come across a lot of people in life that have no ambition, no desire to move beyond what is ordinary. I guess I’m a little different simply because if I was forced to live the same life day by day with no change I would go crazy with boredom. Call the white coats to come and take me away, staying idle to me is a mark of insanity.

But hey, that’s me. Staying idle is perfectly fine with some folks and I give it up to them. But I don’t tend to be satisfied with simplicity.

So here are my resolutions. I break them up into several different categories. Faith, Family, Writing, and of course the one we all seem to always have- Fitness…

FAITH:

Those who know me understand and respect the fact that my faith is an important part of my life. It’s such an important part that it naturally becomes a part of all aspects of my life. Therefore my goal this year is simple. My sister in law Jessica got me the NLT One Year Chronological Bible for Christmas; a really nice one. Leather bound and all. I have read the Bible through its entirety once in my life, and I hope to do so again this next year. In fact- I started on Dec 26th so I’m off to a head start already.

FAMILY:

I love my family. My wife Ashley is my best friend and the most caring and understanding person I have ever met. She has blessed me with an amazing son who I love and cherish. Our lives are very busy. At times work, church, and other things get in the way of us spending time together. So this year I plan to sit aside a night every week where the three of us can do something together. No iPhone or ipads, nothing but the three of us hanging out together. I’m also planning a monthly date night every month with my wife. I don’t want to miss the chance to be with them ever. We only have so little time to grow with one another. The impact I make today could be the most memorable one.

WRITING:

Now that the two most important aspects of my life are out of the way lots talk about writing. I have set goals for 2013 and my writing. I achieved three of the four I set out. (NaNoWriMo was a bust). This year I’m publishing four Novellas’ I wrote in 2013. The first to come in March, then May, July & then October. The titles are-

My Friend Louie

Vampire Mormon

The future Voices of Ellis Creek

Sixty

I also have a goal to finish my new project that I’m currently about half way done with.

FITNESS:

I’ve never been much of a fitness nut, but when you reach 36 you start seeing a small gut begin to appear. This past year I cut pop / soda out of my life for the most part. I use to be an extreme addict drinking up to five or six cans a day. Today I can last a day and week without having the craving return. My goal is to work out more. Last year I bought the DVD collection “Insanity” and completed the 60 day workout regiment 1 ½ times. I seriously thought I was going to die the first two weeks, but I did manage to make it through one entire cycle without ever quitting. And guess what? During those 60 days I never felt better. I was more awake, had more energy and my mind was clearer to write. In fact I did my best writing during the second month of the program. So I want to get back into that starting this week.

Well 2014 will be an exciting year for me. As I said four publications I’m releasing, getting in better shape, more time with my family and God. I hope that when December 31st comes back around I can look back at this post and say- I did it.  What about you?

Happy New Years, Happy Writing…

Five Reasons I love to Write #ACFW #AMWRITING #ASMSG

Why do you love to write…?

Someone once asked me that question… Now I need to be honest; it wasn’t a question I had ever considered before. Writing is simply something I have always done. Kind of like breathing, it’s just natural and automatic. But I think that’s a question every writer should ask themselves. Why do you love to write…? Why do you spend countless hours working on a scene that may never see the light of day or earn you a dime? What’s the reason for all your efforts? 

I have been telling stories since I was real young. I was a closet writer in high school, writing sci-fi short stories that were mostly set in the Star Wars universe. (Yeah- I was that cool) But I never showed them to anyone. Maybe it was a lack of confidence or the fact that I wasn’t very good in school and I was embarrassed by my poor grammar. Regardless, I have always loved telling stories.

You see, in high school I lived within the pages of stories. They weren’t words on a page to me, they were more than that. They were characters I loved.  They became close friends to me. You know? The ones you only know for a moment in life. You may never see them again, but the impact they leave is forever priceless.

I had desire to know who they were and what they were doing next. I wanted to know the conflicts that impacted their lives because I knew that it would impact mine as well. You see, to me there is nothing better (Outside of my times with God and Family of course) then cracking open a book, and getting lost. Because when you’re lost in the pages it feels safe, it feels right, and it feels free. So when I think about it I realize there are hundreds of reasons “Why I write.” But for the sake of time I picked only five.

I Love Stories:

As I said earlier, I love getting lost in the pages. I love seeing a world begin or end right in front of me. You see I have one goal when I write. I don’t want to write mere words on a page. I don’t want to pen a bunch of quotes that wow folks. The reason is simple. If people see the prose, then they see the words. Words distract, words show weakness, and words tell the story. My goal is pull the reader into a story where they see, feel, hear, taste, smell everything that is going on in story. I want them to ignore the words and never notice they are there. Because I believe, like me, others open a book to get lost in a story.

It’s a way to express my feelings and views:

Sometimes the only way we as writers can express our feelings is through what we type on the page. Within the lines we plant our pain, our love, our loss, and our thoughts. Some think that this is some lame attempt to manipulate a reader into agreeing with us. Some even accuse us of jumping on a soap box and preaching our worldview. Seriously, get over it. We write, we express, we move on.

I love getting lost in a world:

This goes along with number one in a sense, but it is much different. I remember the first time I ever read the Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings, visited Narnia or got lost and found in The Wheel of Time. Finding yourself lost in a world is one of the greatest gifts a writer can give a reader. Because for a fraction of time, you’ve left everything behind.

I love exploring the “what if…?”

Is there anything better than asking what if…? We’ve all done it. Heck, we do it in our lives. What if I had married this person? Or what if I had gone to school here? What if I hadn’t gotten fired or shot that guy…? Okay, maybe not that extensive but we’ve done it. It’s human nature. That’s one of the great things about writing, we get to take characters and ask those very questions.

I want to see people moved…   

I think one of the last reasons I enjoy writing is I get to see people moved. Think back to that book you’ve read recently, the one that touched you and made you want to turn back to the beginning and just start over. That’s what I want people to feel when I write. There are some books that just seem to have a special touch to them. No matter how many times you sweat over the pages they never seem to lose that magical touch. The words always feel as though they are fresh.

Now I could think of a thousand more reason why I enjoy writing, but in the end it all comes down to one thing. I simply love to tell stories.

I’m a NaNoWriMo failure

WOW!!! It has been a while since I have said anything. Not that I don’t have something of value to offer, it’s simply life has been busy. My son turned one, work picked up, and… Well let’s just the holidays are busy around here, but I’m back, with a new schedule and lots of things to discuss.

Before moving on let me just say this- I’m ready to admit it. After two years of trying, I have come to realize, that I am a NaNoWriMo failure. That’s right. For two years straight I have failed at writing 50,000 words in the month of November.

It’s not that I want to fail, it’s just something that seems to happen. Last year my excuse was: “I have a newborn with colic.” Most everyone seemed to accept that as golden. This year it was: “Man it’s tough to write with a toddler.” And it’s true, it is tough to write with a toddler. But those are just excuses. The truth is- I’m just not a NaNoWriMo writer. And you know what- That’s okay.

I have discovered that when it comes to writing there is no one way. You either find a way that works for you, or you don’t. Some succeed in one approach while others find a whole new direction. The point- Never give up, never look back, and do what is comfortable for you.

Every year I read blogs from folks that are discouraged by the fact that they can’t succeed at NaNoWriMo. For some reason (despite how much they plan in advance) they always managed to hit a brick wall. Well for two years straight I have not only hit that wall, but slammed right into it.

Now don’t get me wrong. I did manage to write twenty three out of the thrity days. And I did hit close to 17,000 words on my WIP. So it wasn’t all a waste. But I would rather focus on my way, vs the NaNoWriMo way. Why- Because it’s just not for me.

Now, moving on… I’m very excited about 2014. I have lots of short stories I worked on in 2013 that I feel are ready to go out. I haven’t sent them to beta readers yet and my wife hasn’t had a pass at them either, but they are there and finished. I think I’m looking at putting about four of them out. So hopefully I can get them all published by October sometime. Well that’s all I got- It’s freezing cold here in Edmond Oklahoma so if your in the same boat I in- Stay safe, stay wram…

J.J.

Summer Reading

Well summer has come and gone and fall has officially arrived. In Oklahoma the weather is cool and crisp and holding in the mid-eighties. My Yankees will more than likely miss the playoffs, my Sooners are off to a great start, my eleven month old son is in to everything, and congress is still fighting like a bunch of morons… Some things change and some stay the same.

I didn’t do a ton of writing this summer. I decided to let my tank re-fill and spent a lot of time catching up on some reading. It was a wise move on my part, because having a young son- Well the free time just wasn’t all that available. So I figured I would just take today’s post to share with everyone some books I read and enjoyed… Here they are in no particular order.

1.       Wool by Hugh Howey

2.      Heart Shaped Box by Joe Hill

3.      The Shining by Stephen King (A Reread)

4.      11/22/63 by Stephen King

5.      Iscariot by Tosca Lee

6.      Legion by Brandon Sanderson (A Novella)

7.      The Emperor’s Soul by Brandon Sanderson (A Novella)

8.     The Age of Miracles by Karen Thompson Walker

9.      Courted by a Cowboy by Lacy Williams (A Novella)

10.    NAS4A2 by Joe Hill

I have to say that 11/22/63 was probably my favorite on the list. Being a big Stephen King fan I must say that it is probably the best he has put out in years… Joe Hill’s Heart Shaped Box was probably the creepiest of the lot I read and would highly recommend anything by him…

This fall’s reading list is not quite as large partly because I plan on writing a lot this fall, but if anyone has any good options I’m open to them…

Living within the Pages -Neil Gaiman’s “The Ocean at the End of the Lane”

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A good book can have me hooked by page twenty, great ones get me on page one, but a brilliant book is one that makes me want to live within the pages. That’s all I can say about Neil Gaiman’s “The Ocean at the End of the Lane.”

I think in order for one to fully appreciate this book for all that it is worth, you must be a mature adult. One that is not ashamed or afraid to look back on his or her childhood and say “I miss some things.” I think that’s what made me enjoy this one in nearly one sitting. It brought back those thoughts of a time when life was once simple… It’s not a long book by any means, but not a short one as well… It’s just one of those stories where you turn the last page and realize – “I won’t find another one this good for sometime.”

Full of beauty, love, and indeed pure sadness. The story revolves around a middle-aged man, visiting his hometown for a funeral, recalling a time from when he is seven years old. The memories flood back as he sits reminiscing at the edge of a small pond on the farm of his childhood friend Lettie Hempstock. The memories begin innocent enough, of the man as a quiet boy who preferred to spend his time reading by himself, but turn much darker and sinister as the boy is introduced to death by an Opal Miner who is boarding with his family in Sussex England. This leads to the boy meeting Lettie Hemptsock, and learning that she is not simply a little girl growing up on a farm down the lane.

I highly recommend this little book. I only wish I could take the time to create a list of all the quotes that made me pause, back up, and re-read the line just to enjoy the beauty of a master story-teller. To sum it up you’ll find some of my favorites below…

“I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.”

“I lay on the bed and lost myself in stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.”

“I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger.”

“I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.”

“I liked myths.  They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories.  They were better than that.  They just were.”