I feel like an old person today.
Yesterday I got up at nine o' clock to sign my new lease and start moving my crap into my new apartment. I'm in tech for the rest of the two weeks left on my old lease, so the good bulk of things had to move yesterday. As in, had to.
I slipped on ice and ripped the crap out of my upper thigh muscle. But I had to keep going.
Then I got an allergic reaction when I touched the base for the bed. It was metal. I have a stupid condition that makes me break out in hives whenever I touch metal. It makes life interesting. And makes my skin feel like I want to rip it off.
Then I slipped on the stairs. Then my dad (who was helping me) started yelling. Then we realized we still had nine more trips to make.
But we had to keep going.
And today when I went into work, I had to keep walking. I had to keep using those sore muscles.
And now I sit in my semi-empty, box-riddled apartment, trying to muster the energy to write.
I know I should. I made it through the move. I've thought about the book enough. Alex yells at me nearly every fifteen minutes from cyberspace. And yet it is 9:47 at night, and I've been procrastinating since I arrived home at 6:30.
I share this story with you, because as you may have figured, I'm pushing myself to write this blog. It's not my book, but it's something. It's a little time out of my day that I sit down and type type type, even if it isn't good. Ray Bradbury taught me that, although I never met him. Find a word, then decide what word goes with that word, and then go for it.
Granted, not every one of those words that cross your mind will be brilliant, but you must write.
As I told someone today, "If you put it off until tomorrow, it'll never get done."
Sometimes there isn't a tomorrow. Sometimes you just have a stack of heavy boxes and a fucked up leg, and you have to keep going.
So you've come across my lovely new blog. This ain't my first rodeo. I was a blogger for three years before starting to head out on my own. Some of those blog posts I'll re-paste here so I can share them with you, and others will be new.
But I thought for us to get to know each other, I should let you know what's up with me and what's up with this blog. You know, so we all can be friends and not feel weird about taking advice from a complete stranger.
Who the hell are you?
Well. I'm a writer. I've been writing for a pretty long time, although my pen name is new and shiny. I don't know what the protocol is for using a pen name, seeing as it's my first time out with a pen name.
Why are you using a pen name? That seems dumb.
Well, there are lots of reasons why people use pen names. My own personal reason is that I wanted to have a disconnect between my actual personal life and the even more personal life of writing. Ain't nothin' wrong with that. I mean, and then there's the whole ordeal with the mafia and things, but really, who wants to get into that?
What do you write?
I've written a lot of steampunk science fiction in the past couple of years. I also have some plays and short stories. Right now, I'm currently querying a YA Steampunk Trilogy, because who isn't? Also, if you really wanna get old school, check out my old fanfiction, Forever Alive. Just for giggles.
How can I trust you?
Well, you really can't trust anyone. Why are you so stuck on this idea of me being a murderer?
Fine. What is this blog going to be about?
This blog is going to be about me, of course, because who doesn't have a blog about themselves? I know a kid down the street who blogs about her Girl Scout cookie sales. But I'm hoping to do a little more with this blog, like actually give you advice based on what I've come up against in my own writing and what I've seen during my years as an editor.
You're an editor?
I worked at a publishing company for three years as a publisher's assistant and editor of YA, Science Fiction, and Fantasy. I still freelance.
Will you read my work?
Yes! I will! But unfortunately I charge now, because that's how it goes. Check out my Editing page for more information on that.
Who do you like to read?
I'm a big fan of Ray Bradbury. And then I could list off a lot of really important, awesome to-do's, but I also really love everyone over at Cracked.com and Allie Brosh.
What is your deepest, darkest secret?
Oh, come on now, random questioner. What is your issue? We just met.
Where can I read some of your work?
For updates on publication and appearances, check out my Recent News page. As of me writing this blog, I was published in Eclectica Magazine with the story, "Falling."
What do you like to write about?
I like to write about weird people who are doing important things. I know that's broad, but I think it really encompasses the oeuvre of my anthology that doesn't exist. Honestly, right now I'm writing about two kids on an airship that are in love but have to save the world. And I'm also writing a book about the fallout of the United States no longer existing, and how a group of ragamuffins are trying to fix that.
What's your favorite color?
Weird question. But blurple. Or known to others as "indigo." That's right, that reject color of the rainbow you always forget existed!
Now that we've reacquainted ourselves ...
No more questions about the mafia, Questioner!
What is this?
Dawson is a writer. This is her blog. In it, you shall read about reading. And writing. And cheeseburgers. Sometimes there are tangents. Huzzah.