Status Updates posted by KR LaLonde
I'm not entirely certain why I'm doing this, but I'm refreshing my blogsite (blog+website). I plan on remaking several of the covers I was using and plan to use again. I also want to start posting stories that I think accompany certain covers I've already made well. I actually used my own name as the byline (?) for several covers. I was truly planning to write them. Maybe I still do. We'll see.
The reason for the trilogy of novel/las I'm hoping to write - The Heartbroken Trilogy - is 3 failed "romantic flings". Writing is such a huge part of my life that when they happened I started writing about them. Mostly journalling, but also "novelling". That's how the trilogy came about, actually.
And while they're difficult to write, I think it's been mildly helpful. But I still think about the jerks involved. 1 of them actually came to see me when I was hospitalized (or bedridden at home). He's married now and I think he has at least one child. Not sure.
I don't mean to be using this account as a type of journal but I haven't written in an actual journal in a while (even though I have at least four I could use).
The Heartbroken Trilogy
Book 1- Blue Heart
Book 2- Through it all
Book 3- The Other Prince Charming
If you want to know more about the trilogy I'll hopefully be posting about it on my website soon. I'll give you the link if you like.
What do you think of this? It's my new about me page on my website. Do you think it will get people interested in exploring more?
I am also wondering if the envelope icon works?
The blast tore through building, shattering glass and throwing numerous loose items around. [PIeces of furniture] of all shapes and sizes were [thrown] around, causing more damage as they struck the inside walls and windows.
WHY IS SCRIVENER "BROKEN"?!
I'M GETTING A WARNING THAT THE AUTOMATIC REACTIVATION HAS FAILED*
Did I mention my mom was in a "minor" car accident Friday? She had minor - if you can call it minor - surgery on her foot today to try and repair at least some of the damage. She'll be stuck on the couch for several weeks, and I'll probably be at her "beck and call" most days.
I'll still do my best to write - and participate here - but I can't be sure of when she'll need me.
Other than that, I have a cold I'm trying to ignore so I can be there for Mom. Dad'll be working a bit but at least he works mostly at home.
This is a blog post I recently started (just today, actually).
I'm not sure if I'll keep the blog on Blogspot.com or use the one on Wix.com where my website actually "is".
Okay. I guess I should explain a little bit of why I don't read/comment or critique very much. It's mainly because others get there ahead of me and they say basically what I would. They actually tend to catch a lot more than I do.
Then there's my 'broken brain'. That's what I call it because it basically says it all. It might bring about questions from people to know more in depth what I mean, but that pretty much says it all.
Of course, my broken brain doesn't exactly help when it comes to writing. I actually seem to have more success (in my mind, at least) when it comes to making book covers. And the reason why is a novella in itself. I've been meaning to write that story, but it's a bit difficult.
As you may notice, I tend to write more in posts than I do in posted stories. Why is that? I've pretty much said it already: my broken brain. You might get tired of me using that as a reason for not writing, or reviewing, or critiquing. But it really is a major problem.
Writing about my TBI has been on my mind (what's left of it, anyway) for a lot of years. But what writing that story would require is what I think of as costly and extremely difficult. Not to mention I don't want to basically "force" my parents to relive some of those difficult times. I guess I could write a majority of it in the fictional sense, but then what?
😕 I might end up making book covers only and never write another word.
Well, I've made 3-4 book covers for an author friend on Facebook. She's reacted rather enthusiastically, in fact. She's actually asked me to remake the two I (not that I remember it) made for her before, plus a few more. So I've been pretty busy the last couple of days. I have a few more covers to go, but she doesn't appear to be in a hurry. *smile*
My creative juices are flowing.
GOODNIGHT & GOD BLESS!!
I started working on a cover for a new author friend. She's in a group I'm in on Facebook. I guess she's not online right now, since I haven't heard anything from her for a bit. I hope she likes what I did. And/or that there won't be many changes to make to the cover if she wants to use it.
Then again, I've considered "pawning her business off" to one of my cover artist friends. They're actually better than me.
So a few people have suggested that I write the ending first. The following ending would be for one of my main novellas. I admit, though, it’s not been that high on my list of writing projects lately.
Blue Heart (ending)
Renee stared off into the distance, trying her best to see the glimmering dot of brightness in the obscurity. Aaron once told her seeing only the blackness was seeing the glass half empty.
Of course, that was before he went and shattered her dreams with his honest replies to her emails.
Never mind that I was too forward. He didn’t have to go and be so blunt about his feelings. He could have been kinder about it. Renee reached up, twisting her long hair around her cold fingers hoping to warm them somehow. She glanced at her watch.
Gasped. It was half past eight and she would be late if she didn’t head for home right away.
Spinning and heading for the tree against which she propped her bike upon arriving at the place she deemed her Thinking Spot, she grasped the handle bars and threw one leg over the seat, pressing the [pedal] and picking up enough speed to begin pedaling.
Arriving at the back door she locked her bicycle up using the porch and walked inside. Her father watched the news as her mother worked over something in the kitchen. Renee allowed a smile to quirk her lips, hoping it was some kind of dessert. Her brother was probably in his room either doing homework or playing on his Xbox.
Probably the latter, she frowned. Entering the kitchen she retrieved a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the pitcher in the fridge. Moving a few steps away so her mother would have access to the [refrigerator] if necessary and proceeding to gulp down about half the contents, she let out a sigh as she lowered her arm.
“Where’ve you been?” Her mother’s question was not unexpected, but Renee felt unprepared to answer just now. If she told her mother she had gone to be alone and cry, she would want to know why. And Renee didn’t yet want to discuss why.
More to come.
I have lots to do in order to get "all caught up" on a number of things. Not to mention my writing. I had hoped so much to do lots of that while I had "nothing" to do. Alas, it did not happen. I was able to get some minor writing done, but I was so busy that even just riding in the car was taken up with ... I honestly don't know what. But my brain wouldn't connect with my creative side. 😕
So, basically, I have nothing worth adding to my story. 😕
Still no progress on my main writing project. 😕 I have more I could add here, but, of course, it's in writing and not on the computer yet.
Tomorrow will probably be fairly busy, but I'm hoping to get some writing and transferring done the next day. But--sigh--no promises. 😕
GOODY!! I'M BACK! I can't tell you how glad I am to be able to once again post on here.
I thought for sure I'd get lots of writing done in the last two weeks. But my parents kept me so busy a lot of the time. Whenever I did have opportunities to write, my mind was blank. Or twisted in knots from being so busy/tired. I'm not sure which.
I don't want extensive critique for this piece, because it's something I came up with "on a whim" and typed right here. Just some opinions would be awesome.
Martha Brady remained seated, wordlessly observing the man who attracted her attention almost from the moment he was introduced to the congregation of her church two Sundays ago. Her cheeks flushed as he moved up to the podium.
Shaking hands with the man in charge of leading the small group of believers in two or three hymns each week, the object of her affection turned to face the people sitting at attention in the auditorium. Clearing his throat and opening his Bible to the New Testament, he looked up from its pages.
"If you would," he said, "please turn to Matthew chapter 4 and read verse 19 with me. We will then continue studying in chapter 5." Clearing his throat he looked down at the pages in front of him and read.
And he saith unto them, Follow me and I will make you fishers of men.
Glancing up he posed a single question inspiring thought and consideration in Martha's mind.
"Are you willing to follow Him?" He then cleared his throat and began to pace behind the pulpit.
Sorry I missed you, @MaryKaithe. And the next 2 weeks 😮 are looking uncertain when it comes to getting online. Hope all is well with you and yours!! GOD BLESS, ❤️ & HUGS!
I realized recently that I should not be so focused on becoming published. I should be writing for God's glory first and foremost. That's what I actually thought I was doing, honestly, but I realize now that I've placed far too much confidence and hope in my writing. It - like my book cover designing - is "okay", but not nearly good enough to be publicized anytime soon.
Granted, any time after "soon" isn't looking like a possibility because I absolutely refuse to write non-Christian, non-biblical content. It won't be easy for me to possibly think about something else. I really do have "the writing bug". But I can't be so focused on writing "my own thing" - even if it is to glorify God and give Him praise.
I'd like to thank @MaryKaithe on this site for inspiring me to say/do this. And while I believe writing is what God wants me to do - it being one of the few things I can do at all - I seriously need to stop thinking of it as my only avenue.
Like my mom has said: I need to get a real job and write on the side. That way I'll be able - maybe, possibly - to take care of and support myself if my parents ever "meet their end" before the Lord's return.
So after the MANY YEARS OF FAILURES under my proverbial belt, maybe it really is time I stop trying to write. I'm not as good at it as I like to think. Or close to as good as some friends have told me I am. Those are fairly infrequent. I just have to face facts. 😢
Mom keeps almost-badgering me to get help and find an actual job. I'm not always sure why she brings it up, but she's right. It isn't as if I'll be making a living writing. I'm not even sure I could write part-time and make enough money to get by.
I shall be absent for a couple of hours. Just remember you're in all my prayers.
I hadn't thought of this, but... Is it possible/a good idea to start a "club" devoted to my book covers? I suppose others could post their own work in there, as well, but I'm being kind of selfish. . .
An explanation at this point is probably in order. The main reason I like to keep my stuff all together is because it gets less confusing that way. After my TBI I often get "lost". It's not that I'm trying to be selfish or anything like that when I ask about keeping all of my stuff together. To me, though, it's less confusing both for me and for others.
That's how I feel about it, anyway.
ACK!!! I KEEP FORGETTING HOW BIG PICTURES ARE! WHEN I POST THEM!!
Great. I tried to rename one of the tabs in "my group" so it would be slightly more appealing. All I did, though, was create a whole new tab!! What a mess!
So after months of hoping for some success in cover-making, I've at last come to the definitive conclusion to empty my computer of all files and programs and etc. pertaining to that activity. I'll do as I said I would, and share a few of my own personal story plots with a few of the covers I made, but most of them are going in the trash.
It took me a long time after starting to work with a cheap, Web-based designing program to finally realize that it really isn't for me.
Of course, I guess I could say the same thing about writing. I have some decent ideas/plots. But those stories aren't really going anywhere. 😢
Sometimes I wish I just died when I had that TBI, instead of being permanently handicapped.
I should totally apologize in advance for any offensive things I may do or say. Being hurtful has never been my intention. But I've always had a sort of blunt honesty (also known as thoughtlessness); it's been worse since my TBI.
Also, I guess I should explain some of my quirks in advance, as well. Usually, they are also caused by my TBI. But my stubbornness and persistence are all my own. I've had them for years. I try to think positively about my stubbornness, though. I say my stubbornness kept me alive because I refused to give up. The dream-like status I was in for ... a long time ... could have easily made me so depressed and discouraged that I gave up. But for some reason - one even I can't explain - I didn't.