Update and a shout-out for friends.

Hey everyone! I’m a bit quiet at the moment, mainly because wrangling the monster that is my social networking process into some semblance of order is taking A LOT of time.

So. What am I doing, you might ask?

Right now, I’m busy with sorting out my Twitter. The one most of you follow (@MishaMFB). To say the least, I have been awfully silent on there lately for one simple reason.

Ahem.

Buy my book.

Buy my book. 
Buy my book. 
BUY MY BOOK! 
BUY MY BOOK!   
BUY MY BOOOOOOOOOOOOKK!!!!!1!!!!!
Oh and while you’re at it, click this link please.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for promotion. 
I’m just not all for promotion when it’s spamming my Twitter feed so much that all the promotion take all of the “social” out of social networking. 
SO. 
If you have a twitter profile that you’ve automated. If you have a twitter profile where you’re mainly posting links… 
Know that I love you to bits, but I don’t love your twitter profile, so I’m just going to stop following it. 
Because honestly, all the clamoring for attention and links instead of real interaction is driving me nuts. So much so that until now, I’ve actively been avoiding my twitter. And worse still, I only posted links there myself because I didn’t want to trawl through my feed looking for people to talk to. 
But no more. I’m trying to become the solution for myself by clearing out my feed.
It’s taking long, though. I followed almost 3000 tweeps in my time on twitter and now I have to manually go through all of them to see who’s only posting promos. 
So that’s where I was (and where I will probably be over the next couple of weeks.) 
And then. 
I’m moving again. 

Yes, I know. Again. But the house I’m moving to will be super awesome and actually big enough for all of us. I can’t wait. 
But it does mean that I have limited time in which to get everything done, and since my twitter feed sort out is part of a larger reorientation of my social networking time, I have to get that done first. 
Which means that I’ll only really get around to full-steam blogging in July. The obvious exception being my bloghop post on Friday. 
If you missed my whole post on what’s making me reorganize, you can find it here
I’ve entered the Wattys

Continuing my hunt for exposure, I’ve entered both The Heir’s Choice and Endless into The Wattys, which is Wattpad’s way of awarding good writing posted on the site. If a book wins, they put a bit more extra marketing effort into it, which is exactly the sort of thing I want at the moment. So if you’re on Wattpad and you’ve been waiting for an excuse to read my books, please do check them out here
Before I go, I just want to give a shout-out to some awesome blogging friends of mine…

“There was a time when a girl’s wedding day was the happiest day of her life.”

In Falside, girls are a rare commodity; protected, controlled, and tracked by the administration. They spend their days idly waiting to be married off to the highest bidder.

When the marriage announcements include Tale’s lover, Freda, the women will do anything to stop the match from happening.

Their relationship is forbidden, and as members of the resistance, they’re already risking everything.

But as their attempts to stop the wedding fail, both women have to decide what they’re willing to sacrifice for love.

BIO

Angeline Trevena is a British dystopian horror author. She was born and bred in a rural corner of Devon, but now lives among the breweries and canals of central England.

In 2003 she graduated from Edge Hill University, Lancashire, with a BA Hons degree in Drama and Writing. During this time she decided that her future lay in writing words rather than performing them.

Some years ago Angeline worked at an antique auction house and religiously checked every wardrobe that came in to see if Narnia was in the back of it. She’s still not given up looking for it.

Purchase from Amazon (merchant sites will be updated on the author’s site)

Maysa Mazari is alarmed by her mother’s talk about arranged marriage. As a hijab-wearing Pakistani-American, she wants to find love on her own. Her judgmental Muslim clique has protected her from racist taunts, although the leader is turning on her as Maysa strays from the group because of her attraction to Haydee.

Haydee Gomez is a former gang member and juvenile detention student. Now living with a clean-cut aunt, she wants to turn her life around, even though one person will never let her forget her roots—Rafe, her abusive pimp. Haydee attempts to pull away from a life of prostitution when she develops feelings for Maysa, although Rafe isn’t willing to give her up too easily.

Finding themselves in danger from Maysa’s friends and Haydee’s pimp, it’s apparent their love disturbs everyone around them as they fight to stay together.

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That’s it from me. How are you doing? 
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If there’s no new post by Monday, my house probably burned down.

It’s funny how lately, my insecurities have nothing to do with writing. Well, actually, it sort of makes sense. I’ve been pulling 18 hour days for three days out of four until Thursday. Went to sleep at 9, imagining the bliss of being able to write, or read or SOMETHING NOT RELATED TO SHOES starting at 5 a.m.

Boy. Did I get my wish.

At 3 a.m. this morning, we got a phone call that there’s a wildfire coming down the mountain, straight at us because of the wind direction. Which means that I’m going to pull a 20 hour day or worse, waiting to hear if we have to evacuate.

To put that in perspective, it’s 4 p.m. and I’ve been awake for thirteen hours.

Right now, I’m sitting in my room, wondering if I’ll still have any of the things in it by tomorrow morning.

That sorta puts things in perspective for you. Right now, the biggest material things of personal value to me is my laptop and my MANY notebooks containing first drafts to all of my stories. However given that space is limited, I know I’ll be leaving the laptop behind if the evacuation order comes. Luckily for me, the whole computer is backed up because I’m sort of obsessive about it.

No. First things first, I’m loading up the pets. Then my notebooks, cellphone, tablet, medication and our family’s important documents. And that’s it.

No clothes. None of the various arty things I’ve created. None of the antiques passed down to us through about 10 generations. None of the many things that sit next to me right now. The signs of my life. The projects I’m still to get to. My VAST collection of oil paints. My and my mother’s HUGE collection of books (over 20 thousand of them reside in our attic). My swords. My perfume collection.

Nothing.

I’m not going to lie. Right now, it feels like I’m sitting at the edge of an abyss. Where the hand pushing me in might bypass us and I’ll breathe a sigh of relief. At which point I’ll probably laugh at all the melodrama in this post.

Or, the fire will keep coming.

So yeah. Please pray that it doesn’t. And if I’m not back by Monday to let you know I’m fine, keep praying, because that means my laptop and internet connection burned down along with the house.

But you know what? It’s worth it. We know that we might have to sacrifice the house in order to save our lives, as well as the lives of others. Because the one thing I keep remembering is this:

Yes, there are memories connected to the things I might lose, but it’s nothing compared to losing the people I share those memories with. And while eyeing the abyss is terrifying, it’s still better than thinking that one of my loved-ones was lost protecting mere things.

I’d rather have the people and animals I loved, than this house, or anything in it.

But the point is that if the fire does reach us, our lives will be changed forever. And that terrifies me. But even as I write that, I realize that the threat alone has changed my life already.

For the better.

Before I post this: I might be insanely busy, so to keep track of what’s happening, please follow me on twitter (@MishaMFB), google plus (Misha Gericke) or Facebook (Misha Gericke).  Or else, if you’re REALLY worried, mail me at mishagericke(AT)gmail(DOT)com. I’ll do my best to keep everyone updated via social media. 

Rewriting

Hi all!

Firstly, a big welcome and thank you to all of the new faces that have joined up recently. I hope that you enjoy it here.

Just want to remind you all to contact me for a GPF slot. And remember, you need to please be a follower before you can post. I need one more blogger for the third week of February. If you are interested , please contact me at mishagericke@gmail.com (mishagericke(AT)gmail(dot)com).

Thanks to everyone who have shown interest so far. This is going to be awesome.

Then, I have finally joined twitter. So if you want to see my convoluted ramblings, go follow me @MishaMFB. I will follow you in return.

Finally, I am sorry for my absence yesterday, my Internet went fuzzy because it was the end of the month.

Back to the blog.

When I opened this post, I realized to my horror that I have no idea about a topic.

Luckily, it didn’t take that long for me to realize that I have mentioned almost nothing about my progress.

So how am I doing?

Well…

My rewrite and first draft coincide only on the first chapter. The rest have been shifted, deleted and added to within an inch of their lives. In fact, I am finding very little of my original work that is falling into the pacing and structure as I envisaged it.

Good side to this is that I haven’t been this excited about the story in a long time. The cleaning up has done wonders for the book and the plot holes are slowly being filled or removed.

So far I am absolutely loving the rewriting experience, although it doesn’t really offer the same sort of exhilaration as creating something from scratch. Yes, things are substantially changed, but it still comes from a story already written. But it is especially gratifying to know that the story is getting better now.

I must say that there are some issues with the structure, but it has already been improved this time around. Hopefully I will sort out the rest when I start to edit.
Will I make my 30 April goal? At this rate, I’ll make it by the end of February. On the other hand, I’m not sure if I can maintain the rate at this time though, since we have guests again. Still, in exchange for seeing these wonderful three people, I am willing to finish a little later.

What about you? Any of you rewriting? How are things going for you? And for those who are editing, querying and creating?

Time

Hi all! I just want to remind those wanting to contribute to my blog to e-mail me at mishagericke@gmail.com (mishagericke(AT)gmail(DOT)com). So far the first two Fridays of February and the first Friday of March are booked. So I still need two people for February. That’s at least three weeks away, so book the date. You can send me the post later. 🙂

More information on our first blogger will be posted next week.

Then, I have to announce that I have finally gone and signed up for twitter. You can follow me @MishaMFB and I will automatically follow you too.

And finally, I would like to say welcome and thanks to everyone who joined up recently. I hope that you enjoy the blog.

Now, back to the post. It’s tiny today, for once. After all, it’s Saturday. A lot of people have been posting about time in some way, so I decided to put my two cents in. But, me being as strange as I am, this is what I came up with. 

Time…

That elusive thing that every writer craves and none seem to have.

Ever.

It’s strange really.

We try to put it into neat little compartments. Their time, my time, writing time…

We try to define ourselves by it. I write every day. I write weekends.
 
We pretend to suspend it for a little while. I’ll do this later.

But it always catches up with us. Oh no! My time has run out.

Mine always seems to race ahead of me, leaving me breathless by the end of it.

We sacrifice things we love, trying to buy more of it.

But somehow we still get cheated.

But the fact is that no matter what, time marches to it’s own drummer.

Sometimes it crawls and tortures.

Sometimes it slides by without us realizing it.

But it also does good things.

It changes us.

It teaches us.

It heals us.

What do you do for time? What does time do for you?