I inherited The Writer’s Chatroom. When Audrey was at the end of her rope with work, family with health issues and life in general she mentioned closing the Chatroom Site.
Of course, as a true addict to the regular chats, my hand shot up, like Horshack on Welcome Back, Kotter.
I’ll Do It, I’ll Do It
During the past, several weeks I built a new site and moved some information from the original site over. I added a variety of bells and whistles.
Two things came together on Thursday evening leading to the destruction of more than a month of work. I could not build a Forum. The Forum I was building had changed twice and both applications were owning my pale white butt. Then I began to worry about all the people coming into the site and randomly registering and gaining privileges to make changes to my site. I am very security conscious and this wasn’t sitting well with me.
I opened an offsite forum for people to use to solve my issues with registered users and potential site wide hacks. After doing this I went to the user restriction area and made a change. During this change, I broke the site.
I tried to fix it for many hours of mind sweating drama. What began as a 500 Error became a 404 Error on all pages. I couldn’t even look at them. Only the main page showed and I couldn’t post or make changes. I couldn’t add pages. I couldn’t do anything. Of course, by now it was TOO LATE to backup and start over with what caused the demise.
In the meantime, I had assigned the Forum work to one of our Moderators. CB and her committee got the forum up and running while I spent Friday and Saturday rebuilding the website from memory.
Today, I am tending things I let slip away.
I need to write another article for the Cleveland Chronicles. I need to get back to the novel I set on the back burner, again. I need to chill.
Thank you CB and company for the great work you have done on the Forum. I never could have regained my sanity without you.
As you go about your day, don’t touch anything sharp!
“I’m here, take a break, give me something to do.”
The Chatroom has been around for twenty years and Audrey has kept it going for twelve of those years. Audrey has been there for me as I learn the ropes. She is still a chatroom moderator.
While working on the new site for hours at a time, Cleveland would come up behind me and give my left arm a little nudge, as if to say, “I’m here, take a break and give me something to do.” Without his input I would have stayed at the keyboard until I became a solid ball of stress.
Cleveland and I are working on a command called ‘shirt.’ It involves opening a drawer, getting a shirt, closing the drawer and bringing the shirt to me. I’m sure he did this countless times in advanced training but my house is different, distractions are different and the drawers I am using are completely different
Cleveland is an enthusiastic learner. Early on he brought me the entire caddy of drawers. Now, he has most of it down but still occasionally brings the actual drawer to me. The drawers are plastic storage type drawers and the caddy is on wheels. .
Castor and Leda who is now Jimmy
One of the tortoises still chases him around the room. We make it difficult by playing fetch. Castor cannot keep up so he gets exercise. These sessions don’t go on for long. I switch out Castor for Leda who is now Jimmy because she mysteriously turned into a male. Jimmy does not seem at all interested in Cleveland.
I’m going to go ahead and post this installment of Cleveland Chronicles and I will make an effort to not let so much time pass between posts.
During the week I tweet, share or post various writerly news that comes into my email, a book I am reading or through social media in general. This week I thought I’d collect my weekly highlights and share them in a single place. Welcome to my Writerly Round-Up.
Mary Carroll Moore is a A former nationally syndicated columnist for the Los Angeles Times, Mary’s essays, short stories, articles, and poetry have appeared in literary journals, magazines, and newspapers around the U.S. and have won awards with the McKnight Awards for Creative Prose, Glimmer Train Press, the Loft Mentor Series, and other writing competitions.
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Owner, CEO, and Editor-in-Chief of Taliesin Publishing, Georgia has been a leader in the eBook industry for nine years, guiding and encouraging up and coming romance writers.
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We’re so much more than a mere chatroom. We’re a vibrant group of writers whose work spans all genres, who join together to encourage one another and to share important information regarding the profession of writing.
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This Week our Writerly Wednesday Guest is J. Q. Rose. Those of us who hang out at the Writer’s Chatroom know her by heart.
The Writer’s Chatroom is open for Topic Chats each Wednesday from 8PM EDT to 10PM EDT and on Sundays we have a Guest from 7PM EDT till 9PM EDT. Okay, I’ve gotten the shameless plug for the chatroom out there, let’s give J Q a big round of applause.
Hey Sally, thanks so much for hosting me today. Looking forward to a lot of fun on your blog.
I’m pleased to have you here and I wonder why we haven’t done this before.
1.What is your favorite marketing task that has resulted in a sale?
Two years ago when my first mystery Sunshine Boulevard was released, I handed out postcards, but instead of selling the e-book, I had to explain what an e-book was! Now with my latest release, Coda to Murder, I hand out cards and people grab them and put them inside their Kindle, Nook, iPad folders so they can order it!! Okay, I honestly don’t know how many sales result in this, but I have a feeling I have had several sales with this very personal contact with readers.
2.What do you like about your publisher or why did you decide to Self Publish?
I love the gang at MuseItUp Publishing—the authors, the staff, the cover artists. There is a lot of camaraderie and we support each other. The authors loop is always buzzing with info on writing and publishing and even techie questions/answers for new writers putting up a blog!! Lea Schizas, the publisher, keeps her promises. If she says the book will be out at a certain time, it is!
3.What do you have under your bed?
Yeww, Sally, I would do anything for you, but I’m sorry I am not going to look under my bed for anybody!!
Okay, then, you are leaving this open to our imaginations. I think there is an old dog biscuit and is that a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs?
4.Are you a plotter or a pantser when you are writing?
I scratch out a bit of an outline before I begin and use it as a map (or GPS nowadays) to get through the writing of the book. But as in all journeys, I sometimes take a detour and add or back up details. So the outline is flowing and changing everyday, but basically I stay on track to get the story written down from beginning to end. Then I return to add the points of interest along the way.
5.Do you write in a bubble or do you prefer critique groups, writing buddies or other companionship during the process?
I could never write in a bubble. I belong to a fantastic crit group, the Koffee Kuppe Writers, and a writers’ group at our local library. If anyone is looking for a writers group, check your library first.
6.When do ideas come to you and how do you capture them?
Most ideas are hatched while taking walks or taking showers. I also solve writing problems when I have written myself into a corner when I walk around my neighborhood.
7.What is your favorite word processing program and what other tools do you use, pen, notebooks, white board, index cards, finger on fogged bathroom mirrors? I use MS Word 2003. I know it’s old and I do have 2010 on another laptop, but I just don’t want to take time to learn it. I can whip out a story (or an interview) on 2003 so easily. It’s all about time management, and I don’t want to waste the time when I’m on deadline frogging around with some stupid error I made on an unfamiliar program. (Now did I bamboozle you enough with that and convince you I am not lazy?? Huh, didn’t think so.)
BIO- After writing feature articles in magazines, newspapers, and online magazines for over fifteen years, J.Q. Rose entered the world of fiction writing with her first published novella, Sunshine Boulevard, released by MuseItUp Publishing in 2011. Her latest mystery, Coda to Murder, was released in February. Blogging, photography, Pegs and Jokers board games, and travel are the things that keep her out of trouble. Spending winters in Florida with her husband allows Janet the opportunity to enjoy the life of a snowbird. Summer finds her camping and hunting toads, frogs, and salamanders with her four grandsons and granddaughter.
“The detective practically accused me of killing William, right there, right in the park.” Sitting on the screened-in porch at the rear of the parsonage, Christine expected Lacey to be as angry as she was at such a ridiculous idea.
Instead, her friend held her slice of pizza midway from the greasy box to her mouth long enough to ask, “Hey, you didn’t tell me you were at the park with Stephens this afternoon. How’d that happen?”
“What? You’re more interested in why I was at the park instead of being accused of murdering William? Come on, Lacey.” Planting her feet firmly on the cement floor, she stopped the gentle rocking of the glider. “Don’t you get it? I could be tossed in jail for something I didn’t do.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re innocent. You know it, and so does everyone else.” Lacey popped the last morsel of pepperoni in her mouth. “Anyway, tell me how you met Cole Stephens at the park. He is super cute.” Her friend licked the pizza grease from her fingers and then grabbed the thin paper napkin to complete the grease removal from her lips.
“Excuse me, Lacey. Some people in this town are spreading rumors that I did kill William. I wouldn’t be surprised if it weren’t some of my own parishioners involved in spreading them. There were several folks who weren’t too happy to have a young woman for their pastor.”
“You don’t think they would spread malicious lies to get you out of here, do you?”
“I would hope not.” Christine sat back on the glider and sipped her light beer. She was too upset to eat the pizza Lacey had brought over.
“I guess we could always do our own investigation, eh?” She threw it out there to get a reaction from her friend.
“Sure, Sherlock.” Lacey laughed. “We could go to William’s house to see if someone left a note telling us who killed him.”
Christine sat bolt upright. “You’re right! We could run out there and investigate.”
“I’m sure the police have already done that. There’s nothing left to check out.” Lacey piled the paper napkins next to the half empty pizza box on the patio table.
They sat in silence for a few minutes allowing the peaceful twilight to restore tranquility. Christine couldn’t let go of the idea of checking out William’s home. After all, William had shown her where the key was if she needed to get into his house in case of an emergency. I think trying to find William’s killer could qualify as an emergency.
We all start out with good intentions, well, mostly. It depends upon who does the judging. But in the end, it is up to you.
I ran across an a blog post a few weeks back about starting that novel project. With three weeks gone by I wonder if I am the only writer out there who hasn’t worked on some aspect of writing on a daily basis.
Does writing every day define a writer? I hope not. Do roofers roof everyday? Do artists mix paints and hit the canvas every day? Is it okay to hobby at writing? I’ll bet ‘Becca’s Bunnies’ that it is okay not to write every day.
Now, having forgiven the roofers and the still life painters, I still thought the topic was a good one to take on for the first hour of chat on Wednesday evening.
I am sure the eight points can be applied to almost every type of pattern or goal we are trying to set for ourselves. So, go read the article. Then come to chat.
I am encouraging published writers to come in and share what parts of the article work for you and what parts you would describe as ‘hog wash.’
Those of us who simply don’t write every day are welcome to share the reasons a daily writing goal is not the way it works for you.
I imagine some of our most accomplished and multi-published authors do not make it to the keyboard day to day.
Ignore all of the things I’ve brought up about roofing and painting, this is an article that addresses what to do BEFORE you start that novel. I think together, we can add to the list. I see they left out the snack supply, music or white noise and a nice clean white-board with a fresh dry-erase pen.
Drop by The Writer’s Chatroom on Wednesday, 19 January at 8PM Eastern Time, 6PM Mountain and sit a spell, take those shoes off and as always, don’t touch anything sharp.
Audrey Shaffer at The Writer’s Chatroom says we should all set goals for not just 2011 but all the way to 2016. I don’t know about goals but I do have some accomplishments in mind. One is to keep better track of things I do and things that need done. Are daily goals a good first step? Sure.
This year was a good one. We all seem to be fairly healthy, Sarah spent some time in the hospital with kidney stones, but she came through it okay.
The IAADP accepted and published an article early in the year, a sort of glimpse of things to come. In late March I took a position as a Moderator for The Writer’s Chatroom. In April I got a job as a Marketing Manager and PR person for Damnation Books and Eternal Press. In June a novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo in 2007 was accepted and If I Should Die was published in November.
I am not sure I can surpass the accomplishments I experienced in 2010. I do want to revise Milk Carton People at least one more time and begin submitting it to publishers. I also have a work in progress that I’d like to finish. Other than that, how can I beat 2010?
I am wishing everyone of you a great new year and I am ending this with a warning, Don’t Touch Anything Sharp!
Recently, I have made changes to my website and through misunderstandings between me, the code and tech people, I have seriously wounded my site.
Great news, I am now very intimately familiar with something called a “404 Error.” I also know the feeling of being FORBIDDEN. Sigh. I have learned another, what not to do in my directory index files.
These experiences have left me wondering if I am too attached to the internet. Just a few hours of local broadband or router failure is enough to send me right into withdrawal. I get out my Smartphone and start emailing people who probably would have never missed my web absence. I am forgetting the feel of paperback books in hand. I cannot imagine a Sunday evening without dropping by the Writer’s Chatroom.
Yes, I’ve got it bad. It would be a nightmare if Dr. Phil sent a crew out to unplug me. Oh, the horror. I read Stephen King’s short about an experimental application on Kindle and still am not spooked enough to put the electronics aside.
I have memory chips from the hearts of the last two desktop computers that failed of heat and old age issues. I have a fax/scanner/copier/printer with a cheap HP printer on top of it. I have dead cell phones, several dinosaur monitors and numerous plugs that belong to something long retired, but saved, just in case.
I don’t want to leave you with the idea that I cannot function without a cell phone while I am driving or that I am constantly checking my email. I toss my cell into the back seat with Havan when I am driving. I turn the computer to hibernate in the evening and always leave chat in favor of a rerun of Criminal Minds. We won’t go into television addiction.
Anyway, my website is back online and all is right with the world.