What’s Up Wednesday: Finally Healed & A New Set Of Wheels

Hey guys. I know I’ve promised this before, but I think I’m actually back this time. You see, something amazing has happened this week. I’ve experienced the first couple of pain-free days I’ve had in months. Sure, the back will twinge a little if I move wrong or try to pick up something I shouldn’t, but over all, I’m feeling pretty much back to normal.

As usual, the South Dakota Festival Of Books was a blast. First of all, I think Deadwood is one of the prettiest towns in the Black Hills. Not to mention the fact that it’s always fun to get together with fellow book lovers and authors. Not only did I get to see friends like Sandra Brannan, Anne Charles and Adrian Ludens, I got to meet many more new friends and some potential connections for book cover artists. We added a few volumes to our autographed copies shelf. Hopefully I’ll have a book to sell myself the next time it comes around.

I’ve been submitting more short stories for publication, but no bites so far. To be fair, I’m doing things a little backward and starting at the top of the list and working my way down. No sense selling a story for peanuts when one of the big names might want to actually pay for it. Besides, I’m getting a little old for that starting at the bottom stuff. I’m looking forward to the day I can report my first sale to you. I’m confident my writing is up to par, it’s just that competition is so fierce for even the non-paying markets.

I do have to confess that work on the novels isn’t going as smoothly as I had hoped it would. I would give excuses as to why, but they all come down to the same evil word that has plagued artists from the dawn of time. PROCRASTINATION. I can’t help but look at the amount of work involved in even finishing a first draft and think, “I just don’t have it in me tonight/today. I’ll do it tomorrow.” Then I sit around and binge Netflix.

The good news is, I’m almost caught up on Supernatural. Of course, the new season starts this month.

The bad news is July and Thrillerfest/Pitchfest will be here before I know it. I don’t want to go empty handed again.

In personal news, I finally got myself a new bike and it’s a monster straight from the gates of hell. Of course I mean that in the best possible way.

I went from this rather anemic ’83 vt500.

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To this beastly ’02 VTX 1800.

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It’s hard to tell from a picture, but this thing is a beast. If you don’t believe me, there are plenty of videos on YouTube of them eating Harleys alive. I actually have to be careful about how hard I twist the throttle, because the torque makes me feel like I’m going to slide off the back. I love it. It’s also much more comfortable than my little 500. My legs are out in front of me instead of tucked under like they are on the 500.

That’s not to say I’m not going to still ride the 500. The 1800 obviously doesn’t get nearly the gas mileage the 500 does, so I’m probably going to use the 500 for running around town and to work and back during the summer. Except for during Sturgis. I can’t wait to show this monster off to all the Harley guys.

Unfortunately, last night was the first freeze, so riding season is just about over. Still, I wouldn’t have gotten such a great deal otherwise.

That’s about it for this week. I’ll hopefully be back next week with another update. I’m also working on something spooky to post for a FFF sometime in the month of October, so keep an eye out for that.

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What’s Up… Thursday?: A Day Late And A Dollar Short

What’s up guys? How has your week been? Mine has been absolutely insane.

Last Friday was my mom’s birthday. I won’t tell you which one, because I’d prefer to make it to my next one. On her birthday, we took her out to a nice dinner and gave her our gifts. I got her an action camera like the one I’ve used to record a couple of videos on my YouTube channel. Shannon got her a ticket to go see Home Free this October. If you don’t know, they’re a great country acapella group. I don’t even like much country, but these guys are awesome.

On Saturday, Shannon, my Mom, and I  took a ride on the 1880 Train from Hill City, SD to Keystone, SD and back. It was a lot of fun and something Shannon and I have been wanting to do for years, but never found the time. It was great being to be able to step back in time as we entered vintage rail cars being pulled by an actual steam engine. I took a video and posted it on my YouTube channel here. Warning, it’s close to a two hour video, but I think it’s a reasonably soothing watch. You wouldn’t think riding in a convertible and then a train would wear you out so much, but we were both beat by the time we got home.

Of course, Sunday was back to the grind. What I wasn’t prepared for was the hotel being nearly or completely sold out every night. Some nights, even when we’re sold out, I still have most of the night to myself. Not so this week. It seemed like every five minutes or so, somebody needed something. I was hoping to get some writing done, but to tell the truth, this blog post is all the writing at work I’ve been able to do all week. I would try to get something on the page, but it always seemed that as soon as I would start to type, either the phone would ring, or someone would magically appear at my desk. Finally I gave up and cued up the next episode of Black Sails and dreamed of running away and turning pirate myself.

Of course, one full night was devoted to editing the aforementioned two hour YouTube video. I’m getting better with my editing skills. I’m even considering getting a green screen so I can replace the ugly background when I shoot vlogs at work. Now I just need to work on my on-screen presence.

The good news is that during my time at home I’ve been fairly productive. The bad news is, what I’ve been productive at is procrastination. Yes, my office is spotless so that when I do finally sit down to write, I shouldn’t have any distractions, but I’ve yet to test this theory by actually sitting down to write. Oh well, this weekend is supposed to be ridiculously hot and Shannon has a lot of homework to do for her masters in English, so I plan on giving her space and working on my own homework. I’m hoping to even get some serious reading time in over the weekend as we hide from Mister Heat Miser.

I guess that’s about it. It may not sound like much to some of you who actually work for a living, but it’s really frustrating to not be able to get work done when you actually want to.

I do have a good idea for this week’s Flash Fiction Friday, but I’m a little afraid it’ll end up turning into a full-fledged short story that I’ll want to try to submit somewhere, in which case, I won’t be posting it here. Keep your fingers crossed that it doesn’t turn out as good as I think it might. 😀

Anyway, I guess that’s about this week. I will post something tomorrow, I promise.

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The Importance Of Getting Started

What’s up guys?

Today, I thought I would talk a little about the importance of getting started.

But first, a little about what’s been going on with me.

As you may know if you watched my last apology video, I had a minor wound on my right leg that became infected. I didn’t think much of it and made a doctor’s appointment. By the morning of my appointment, I was feeling dizzy. When I got up on the exam table, I started seeing bright flashes. Long story short, the infection had gotten into my blood and I was nearly septic. Luckily, we managed to control the infection with antibiotics or I would have been hospitalized.

Needless to say, I haven’t gotten much writing done in the last couple of weeks, which is really starting to worry me. At the beginning of July, I’m going to New York for Thrillerfest and Pitchfest. Pitchfest is the main reason I’m going. Sandra Brannan, author of the Liv Bergen Mystery Series and the director of Pitchfest, described it to me as “speed dating with agents”. You get a few minutes to pitch your book, the agent lets you know if he’s interested, then you move on to the next one. I was really excited about going. I still am actually. But I’m also scared. I only have about two full months left and I don’t even have a completed first draft. If I have any hope of having something presentable by July, I’ve really got to start busting my ass.

And that leads me to today’s main topic. Getting started. See what I did there?

So anyway. Getting started. Now I’m not going to tell you how to get started. It’s something I haven’t even begun to master yet. I just know that getting started is the important thing.

Hopefully, since you’re watching this video, you’ve already started your path to becoming a writer. If not, DO IT! Even though I still have a huge problem with procrastination, I know that getting started is the hardest part. I will sit, staring at a page for hours, thinking of all the things I wold rather be doing. Which is funny, because writing really is my favorite thing in the world. Once I’ve finished for the day, especially if the writing was good, there’s no greater high. Sure, I’m usually exhausted and feel like I’ve just run a marathon with my brain, but the high of having created is better than any drug.

So then why, when I sit down to write, does it seem like everything in the world is more important? I have no idea. Suddenly I have a need to watch every episode of every show on Netflix. Or to clean my perpetually messy house.

The best I can come up with is that one, writing is exhausting. I never sleep better than after a long night of putting words on the page. Most people can relate to not wanting to go to the gym, even though most of us feel much better once our workout is done. Not wanting to write, no matter the benefits of having written, is exactly like not wanting to go to the gym.

Secondly, writing is daunting. It’s completely possible, and let’s face it, probable that after all the work you put in to writing a novel, nobody will want to read it. Imagine being a pregnant woman, only you’re pregnant for over a year or more. Also imagine that instead of your body doing the work fairly automatically, you have to create that baby cell by cell with your own hands. Then imagine finally giving birth to that baby, only to be told your baby is ugly. Don’t get me wrong, I believe that if an author has put his heart and soul into a manuscript and has done his absolute best to make sure it’s the best it can possibly be, it will find its market. That being said, it’s the fear that I’m wrong that paralyzes me and makes me feel like my time would be better spent binge watching something. At least then, I could maybe make some friends by talking about the things everyone else is talking about.

But something magical happens once you force yourself to get started. All those fears, all those doubts, all those worries about whether it’s any good fly right out the window and you lose yourself in the story. Even if you never show another soul what you’ve written, you’ve created something out of thin air. You’ve made magic.

Now then, I know you’re all waiting with bated breath for my advice on how to get started. I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you. The only advice I can give is to quote the immortal words of Shia LaBeouf.

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“JUST DO IT!!!!”

Seriously, that’s the best I can do. Force yourself to type that first paragraph, that first sentence, that first word. Hell, that first letter if that’s what it takes. Even if it truly is garbage. Even if you know what you’re writing is never going to make it past the first round of edits, write it. Get your fingers moving and before you know it, you’ll be making that magic only you can make.

Currently Reading

Right now I’m reading a few things. My current bathroom book is “Shada” It was originally a lost episode of Doctor Who written by Douglas Adams for my favorite of the old doctors, Tom Baker, and adapted into a novel by Gareth Roberts.

On my Kindle I’m reading “Kidnapped” by Robert Louis Stevenson.

And on my tablet I’m reading “Cycle Of The Werewolf” by Stephen King and “The Ask & The Answer” by Patrick Ness.

I don’t currently have a book on my phone, but that will probably change soon.

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What Is Wrong With Me?

I just don’t understand it.

I love writing. Feeling the words flow out of me to create a story that didn’t exist before is the closest thing I’ve ever experienced to true magic.

So why then do I go to such extremes to keep myself from writing? Just now, I wrote a paragraph before getting distracted by the fact that I needed to add an appointment to my calendar. When I finished with that, did I go back to writing? Of course I didn’t. I logged on to Facebook. Then I realized I hadn’t updated my blog in a while so here I am. It wasn’t until I was here, trying to think of a topic, that I even realized what i was doing.

So I ask again, is there something fundamentally wrong in my brain? Am I afraid of the magic? Am I afraid of succeeding? If there is something wrong with me, it much be a common ailment among writers because I see many of my writer friends doing the exact same thing.

Leave a message if you have any thoughts. Also, I’m going to try using twitter more often so follow me at justinmkelly1.

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