Adapting As a Writer–Part 3–Fin

Come see the finale of my WIP saga!

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Last we spoke, I shared how the WIP I was writing was becoming an ever-evolving beast but I was getting it done, little by little. I’d gone from an outline, to pansting, to writing out of order, to piecing scenes into the book like a quilt. to minimal word goals of 1,000 words a day during the week.

When I wrote that last blog post I was at 90k words on the WIP. For the last couple of years that would have meant I was at a completed draft. I’d gotten very good at honing my craft so I could still set the scene but not be so flowery that I was pushing over the 100k mark. But not this beast. No, 90k and the end wasn’t quite in sight. But I was so happy to be writing and moving forward that I didn’t focus on that. I…

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Do You Re-Read Before Watching?

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The big deal in the book world (at the moment) is the Netfilx adaptation of Leigh Bardugo’s awesome series, Shadow and Bone.

I was lucky enough to discover this series early on and even got to meet Leigh at the Burbank Library just at the release of the second book in the series. And let me tell you, that author event was NOTHING compared to the release of the third book in the series when the events became actual spectacles like, at The Last Bookstore, where there were passed hors d’oeuvres by waiters dressed in Russian-inspired garb.

The library event was much more intimate, Leigh had more time to talk to those present and even do selfies with those of us brave enough to ask. Let me just say, as nice as Leigh seems online, she is better in person. She really is kind, approachable, and funny. If you get…

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Adapting as a Writer

Join me on the first Thursday of the month over at the Spellbound Scribes blog to see what I’m saying over there. But really, you should check out every Thursday over there because the other Scribes have some invaluable information too!

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When I first started writing books I never outlined. I tried to outline my first book and found that, once it was outlined, I couldn’t get into the rhythm of writing the actual narration of the story.

It was incredibly frustrating and I felt like I couldn’t write. My lifelong dream of being a writer, going to college to learn how to be a writer, all my lofty goals would never be achieved because I couldn’t understand how to write.

Then I read a blog post by an author I loved at the time, she was a very prolific writer so I figured she knew what she was doing, and she said she wasn’t an outliner. She explained that she was a “pantser,” or “pantster” if you prefer, which meant she had an idea for the book and then just wrote freely, or “by the seat of her pants.” As…

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It’s been too long.

Oof. Bit dusty around here, isn’t it? Been a while since I opened this door. The air is a little stale, but it looks like I still have a key to this place.

I’m sorry I’ve left you hanging. I updated my Patreon, Facebook, Insta, and the Spellbound Scribes‘, but something was bound to fall through the cracks, right?

I can’t get into what happened again. The thing about going through Something is, when it’s over, it takes so much time to update people. And every time you see someone else for the first time since The Thing, they want to know what happened, how’s it going, and all the concerned questions concerned people ask. But. You get tired to answering the questions and reliving The Thing and whatever pain or anxiety it brings with it. You get stuck in that cycle and I just want out.

Suffice it to say, I’m okay, my family is okay, and very importantly, my dogs are okay.

I’m going to make a concerted effort to post more. Yes. I know! I’ve said that in the past, but I mean it this time. I want to get back into the habits that I had when I was writing prolifically. Hopefully it will help me become prolific again. I miss writing and being excited about new words and a new book and plot twists. I’ve actually been writing again. I don’t know if this book is going anywhere but my hard drive, but even if it doesn’t, it’s helping me knock the rust off and getting me back in the habit of writing again so that should lead to more writing.

I’ve even gotten back into self-care. This past weekend I treated myself to some hand and feet masks and today I got my hair done for the first time in almost four months. It’s easy to brush these things off as frivolous and unimportant but we all deserve to feel good about ourselves and to take care of ourselves. That can mean different things to different people, but I love getting my hair done. I love taking care of it and putting time into it. Loving my hair lifts my spirits, so finally getting to see my hair magic stylist this week did wonders for me.

Now to do a little something for you. In the spirit of starting fresh, I’ve made the first book of two different series free for readers. The ebooks, that is. They are still both offered wide, so you can get your free copy wherever you like to read. Hopefully you haven’t tried either of these series yet and it gives you something new to read. One is under my name, the other is under my penname (that one is NC+17, fair warning).

Wytchcraft links: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iBooks | Smashwords

Hellfire links: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iBooks | Smashwords

The Struggle is Real. And That’s Okay.

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I intended to write this post yesterday so it would be up and in your mailboxes this morning, but like so much that has happened this year for me, life got in the way and now I’m writing it way later than I intenended.

I didn’t even know where to start with this post because I’ve been struggling so much with writing that I’m not sure if I’m the right person to be writing blog posts about writing. But I have a commitment to this blog so I am here.

All morning I’ve been trying to think of a subject that I haven’t already covered as I’ve tried to show you both my worry about writing and effort to stay positive about my slump. But the more I thought about it, the lower I felt. But that seems like a post on its own, right?

Hear me out.

I went…

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A New Project

If you follow me on Patreon, you know that I’ve gotten back into the habit of reading tarot. It’s a tradition of the women in my family that I let die for some years because of my own insecurities.

I always thought, to read tarot, you needed to be able to just look at the cards without any help or references and know exactly what they’re saying. Having dyslexia and dyscalculia means that asking me to memorize the meanings of a whole deck of cards is too much. It’s overwhelming and anxiety inducing. But that’s what I thought a good tarot reader did, so I obviously could never become a good tarot reader.

But I always wanted to be one. So last year I got my own deck and a new book and started doing some readings for myself. I decided, since I was doing it for myself, it didn’t matter if I needed to make notes and look up some references to understand the overall message or story the cards were telling me. I actually decided to do the same reading with two different decks just to check how I did the first time and the reading, amazingly, was the same.

I felt good about how I’d done. I liked the process I’d come up with for myself. So I thought, maybe I could read for others. I practiced more until I got the feel for my new deck and got my process down, then I offered a new reward on my Patreon tiers. Anyone pledging $15 or more got a monthly reading.

Now, after over a year, I feel really good about my tarot abilities. The process of interpreting the cards, reading the story they’re telling, has become more natural for me.

And then today, when I drew my weekly card for my Patrons, I drew a very particular card:

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I’d been thinking about extending my tarot reading online, but had been hesitant to do so. Then this card turned up. The Ace of Wands is all about taking a chance on the new project, path, or class you’ve been thinking about. It doesn’t promise anything will work out, but it does say that you should try. So I’m gonna try.

If you’d like a tarot card reading, I’m offering offering online (through email) tarot card readings. There will be two types of readings:

  1. A One Card Draw for $5. This type of reading is good for some direction or inspiration for simple issues or day-to-day life. I offer this type of reading to all my patrons as a guide for the week ahead–you could use it for that too!
  2. A Spread for $20–general or focused on a question/issue (if you sign up as a Patron at the $15 level you’ll get a monthly reading, the discount is because you’d be a re-occurring client/patron). Depending on your question, it may be a simple three card spread, or it may be something more complicated, but I promise, it’ll be the same amount of effort no matter what.

I accept Venmo (preferred), PayPal (least preferred), and bank-to-bank supported by Zelle (preferred). If there is interest in me getting Kofi, I will look into it.

Venmo: https://venmo.com/Shauna-Granger

Paypal: paypal.me/thegrangers

Bank-to-bank supported by Zelle: shaunagranger82@gmail.com

Patreon: patron.com/shaunagranger

So, hit me up! You can email me at shaunagranger82@gmail.com with your requests and questions. Let’s see what the Fates have in store for you!

Not an April Fool’s: Discount for Critiques/Beta Reads

If you follow me on the Twitters then you know my poor puppy, Brody, has not had a good couple of months.

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At the beginning of February he had a gland infection that was pretty bad, but thankfully with antibiotics, cleared up quickly.

Shortly thereafter, literally 48 hours, he scratched his eye. Something, like a mote of dust, got in his eye, made him sneeze and we watched him, as if in slow motion, reach up with his paw to scratch his face. We stopped him, but that one swipe was all it took. When we woke up in the morning he wouldn’t–or couldn’t–open his left eye.

Our vet office is great and got in him that morning. Yes, he’d scratched his cornea. So they did all the things they do and gave me some antibiotic drops to keep it from getting infected. Sadly, every single time I put a drop in his eye, you’d think I’d re-injured it. He’d be doing okay, his eye open and personality good, then it was time for drops and bam, eye closed and laying on his bed for hours. When it was finally doing better, it would be time for the drops again and the cycle started anew. The doc agreed that was weird and gave me some new drops made from his own blood cells.

Same damn thing. He’d seem fine, then time for drops, pain.

So we tried a healing gel with hylauranic adic.

SAME DAMN THING.

So I trusted my gut after 3 weeks of this nonsense and quite a bit of money, and on that Monday I said, “No more drops. Only the pain meds.” He had an appointment that Thursday. So three days with no drops. And the change was amazing. His eye looked better every day, almost perfect when I took him back. And the doc admitted he was finally healing, it was in fact 80% healed then.

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But we were out of pain meds so I asked for more to get us through that last 20% but the doc didn’t want him on them long term so she said no. I was uncomfortable with that.

And, lo and behold, the healing slowed dramatically. So a different doc at the office agreed to another week of meds, but said if it didn’t heal, I’d have to take him to an ophthalmologist to have an grid keratotomy done. And, if like me, you have no idea what that is, it’s where they take this teeny tiny drill with a diamond head and scratch a hashtag-like mark over the injury and this will cause the white blood cells to attack and make it heal. Supposedly.

Saturday was the pup’s 11th birthday. And I looked at him and saw that his eye looked damn near perfect. So much so that I tempted the Fates and said so out loud.

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And then last night, around dinner time, I looked at him and saw that his third eyelid was up and he was trying to keep the eye closed.

Reader, my heart sank.

This morning, it looked just as bad. So I’ve obviously called the Ophthalmologist. But they can’t see him until Thursday and the consultation alone is going to be $163.

And last week a large part of our car’s engine failed and it’s going into the shop tomorrow. So, as you can imagine, things are very tight right now. And that’s where you come in, maybe.

To help offset these unexpected costs I am offering a 10% discount on all my manuscript critique services and professional beta reading services. All you have to do to get the discount is email me (shaunagranger82@gmail.com) with the information of your project and mention Brody’s name or this blog post by the end of April. That’s it! Check out the info here.

And, if you want to snag this deal but don’t have an MS ready yet, you can still get the deal by reserving your future spot and paying a 10% deposit. If you’re ready now, I do have a couple of openings this month!

Now, if you’d like to help out but don’t have a book to be critiqued or beta’d, you can become a Patreon, so you’ll still get some benefit from your monies. Or, if you’re just some eccentric person who likes to send money to people, I am also on Venmo and Paypal and my bank is with Zelle!

Venmo: https://venmo.com/Shauna-Granger

Paypal: paypal.me/thegrangers

Bank-to-bank supported by Zelle: shaunagranger82@gmail.com

Look at this face! How can you resist helping this face! And, if you’re a fan of my Ash & Ruin Series, you know Brody was the inspiration for Blue!

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The Difficulties of Prolific Writing

Been awhile since I posted here, but I have a long post over on The Spellbound Scribes’ blog so you can see why I haven’t been very talkative lately.

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I wasn’t really sure where to start with this post. I knew I wanted to talk about the struggle of writing prolifically and living up to reader expectations and how unreasonable this has gotten. But I wanted to be careful not to sound angry or ungrateful. I figured the first thing I should do is figure out how many words I’ve written since I started writing seriously.

And that’s what sort of stopped me for a second. Once I got the numbers it kind of… killed something inside of me. Because it’s a lot. Especially when I tell you the time frame in which I wrote these words.

If you’ve been following along, a couple of us have mentioned the plagiarism scandal that plagued the Romance community this past month. An “author” claimed to have used a ghost writer to help her churn out books at the expected rate her…

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Amber & Dusk First Line + Giveaway

I had to share this on my blog as well. I was very lucky to beta this book and if you haven’t pre-ordered your copy yet, you should. But here’s your chance to win a signed hardback and some swag! Get to clicking!

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I can hardly believe it, but we’re only one month out from the release of my debut novel, Amber & Dusk! I’m so incredibly thrilled to be sharing this book with the world and I can’t wait for you all to read it.

(If you’re only here for the giveaway, scroll down to the bottom of the page. I promise I won’t be too mad.)

I’ve talked a lot about my publishing journey both here at Spellbound Scribes and elsewhere. I’ve talked a little about the inspiration for writing Amber & Dusk, and likely will write up a nice long post about all the research and media that inspired the book next month. But today, I want to talk about that one magical sentence on the first page of the first chapter. You got it–The First Line!

I think first lines are magical. I have a running list on my…

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Family Myths and Facts–The Value of Research

If you’re not following my sister blog, Spellbound Scribes, I didn’t want you to miss this post.

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When I was growing up and I’d ask my mom where we were from, what were we, she’d always answer, “We’re Heinz 57; a little bit of everything.” I love my mom and I know she was trying to be funny, but I always hated that answer. All I took away from it was that our history was lost and we didn’t know where we were from. Mostly, she assumed, we were some combo of Great Britain and Western European. So, you know, very specific and unique.

But she did know two ingredients for sure. She knew my birth father was Irish, and thought he was probably wholly Irish, so that would make me half, and she knew she had a Cherokee grandmother or possibly great grandmother.

Here’s the thing about Cherokee grandmothers: everyone in the South has one. That’s not something I knew growing up but it is a…

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