Theatre, adulting & other nonsense

So… I’ve been up to a few things since last we spoke, dear internet. Mostly good, a little bad, and a shit ton in-between. Questions is where to start? 

Let’s go with theatre. Three musicals, one play, a revue, a showcase, and a mini-concert for Pride racked up my evenings and weekends. I had the pleasure of acting alongside some incredible people while learning plenty of new skills in the process. 

The highlight? Playing Wednesday in the Addams Family Musical at the Postal Playhouse in Le Mars. Not only did I get to use my [vocal] belt in a musical for the first time, but I also obtained my first experience applying prosthetics. 

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Thirteen hand-made bald caps later, I couldn’t be prouder of that show, especially the cast. We had a lot of high school students in Addams, most notably the actors playing Pugsley and Uncle Fester (pictured above). Our stage manager and make-up assistant director were also both high schoolers and they carried themselves with so much maturity – just incredibly impressive. 

The mini-concert I put on for OC Pride was the other performance highlight for my year. I can’t begin to express how grateful I was for the opportunity to perform during this weekend celebration (clip of “Wish That You Were Here” by Florence and the Machine below). In my corner of the country, homophobia and general bigotry run pretty rampant, so the ability to celebrate love and gender representation with some of the most beautiful souls I’ve met was an absolute blessing I’ll cherish forever. 

Moving on… since ya know… I kinda abandoned y’all for a year. I began working full-time again. I was given the opportunity to write for a local paper. I’d forgotten how much I loved journalism. Everyone has a story to tell and getting to tell those local stories was an utter joy. I’ll link some of my favorite assignments below. 

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King says goodbye to LPD

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I have since been offered a job at another company doing more administrative work (journalism pays pennies). It’s been a better transition for the puppy. 

This past year has also seen a fair amount of travel. Two anime cons and one writers’ workshop and your girl is exhausted. I love cosplaying and fangirling as much as the next nerdfighter but I’m tapping out at four cosplay creations between Katsucon and Anime Midwest. Though I’m not gonna lie, cosplaying Aziraphale from Good Omens with my best friend as Crowley was definitely the highlight of my year. 

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And I launched a podcast! Today. My bestie, Melanie, and I launched “The Shiny Squirrel Podcast” today, July 15! Season 1, episode 1, can be found on Apple Podcasts, Google Play, and Podbean. We’ve also released an off-topic pod (normally accessible on our Patreon during the off-season) and an Anime Midwest special episode to celebrate the launch. 

Last but not least, I’ve kept writing (do I even have the option of quitting at this point?). I finished book one of the Aeon series [adult edit] earlier this year and sent it to beta readers. Now, I’m polishing the beastie for querying later this fall. I’ll have to do a complete separate post on this project’s evolution because otherwise you’ll be reading a novella-length blog post. 

Along with the novel, one short story was featured last October in another blogger’s Halloween series, and I’ve since applied for one anthology and plan to apply for another this week. I’m only mildly terrified, guys. Okay, super terrified but whatever. 

So what have y’all been up to? Hope 2019 is treating you well despite the psychotic political climate the US of A has managed to contort itself into. 

Much love!
Bree

 

Moving Forward Without Apology

Wow. It’s been a while, huh? 

As much as I want to apologize for my absence, I’m not going to. I’ve spent most of my life apologizing: for sneezing, for laughing too loud, for walking through a door ahead of someone, or even for the sound of my footsteps. 

This instinct isn’t uncommon, especially for women, but I’m realizing the internal implications of saying sorry means that I did something wrong. How is sneezing wrong? It’s a normal bodily function. Much like self-care has needed to become a normal practice for me, which is why I’m not going to apologize for my lack of posts. 

And though I do intend for this to still be a writing blog, it’s first and foremost mine, and apparently, self-discovery is as much a part of my writing journey as is learning how to avoid passive voice. 

In the time I’ve spent away from my blog, here are some of the more prominent pieces of my journey:

  1. I’m not writing YA anymore. My writing voice and the stories I’m drawn to just aren’t quite YA, and that’s okay.
  2. I love weightlifting. Picking weightlifting back up has probably been one of the best things I’ve ever done for myself. It’s an investment that has an almost immediate payoff in regards to strength gains. 
  3. I’m finally feeling like myself again. And this has a little to do with me reclaiming my body with #2, but mostly, I’ve stopped demonizing my mental health. The Sioux Falls VA has done an awesome job at finding a medication combination that works really well for me and their therapy has helped give me tools to reclaim my joy. 
  4. Finding community. None of the above would be possible without a support system. The friends I’ve found through writing and theatre have given me a place to stand and build self-worth on. 

All of this to say, the blog will be changing a little. Don’t worry, I’ll still rant about writerly things, but I also want to celebrate the things that make writing possible for me. 

Thanks for sticking with me!
– Bree

Happy Book Birthday to J.L. Gribble!

Guys, I am SO EXCITED to help launch the third book in the Steel Empires series, STEEL BLOOD. I had the privilege of getting to know the author J.L. Gribble during the 2014 NaNoWriMo when she was finishing up the draft of the second book in this amazing fantasy series. Since then, the first book in the series, STEEL VICTORY, has received some glorious praise from Publishers Weekly:

“The innovative combination of genres is appealing, and Gribble’s multiple story lines—invasion, anti-creature bias, and intercity politics—mesh very well together….This is a solid first effort that sets the stage for more installments in an intriguing world with complex characters.” – Publishers Weekly, May 2015

Book 2, STEEL MAGIC, also received a few nods:

“Gribble brings the newest generation to the forefront with an adventure reminiscent of Tamora Pierce’s Alanna series.” – Library Journal, June 2016

Along with the delightful blend of the paranormal, apocalyptic, and alternative history genres, the characters in this series have such profound bonds with each other that it’s hard not to fall in love with each and every one of them. From Victory, the centuries-old vampire who just wants to enjoy her retirement from being a mercenary, to Kane, the warrior-mage who would do anything for those he cares about, these are characters whose stories you want to know. Hell, I didn’t even mention my personal favorite, Mikelos, the daywalker with a quick wit that certainly causes most of his trouble.

But without further ado, here’s STEEL BLOOD…

Steel-Blood-Jacket.inddAs her children begin lives of their own, Victory struggles with the loneliness of an empty nest. Just when the city of Limani could not seem smaller, an old friend requests that she come out of retirement for one final mercenary contract—to bodyguard his granddaughter, a princess of the Qin Empire.

For the first time in a century, the Qin and British Empires are reopening diplomatic relations. Alongside the British delegation, Victory and her daywalker Mikelos arrive in the Qin colony city of Jiang Yi Yue. As the Qin weredragons and British werewolves take careful steps toward a lasting peace between their people, a connection between the Qin princess and a British nobleman throw everyone’s plans in disarray.

Meanwhile, a third faction stalks the city under the cover of darkness.

This is not a typical romance. It’s a good thing Victory is not a typical vampire.

STEEL BLOOD is available online through the publisher, Amazon, and Barnes & Nobles.

If you haven’t picked up this series yet, you can find STEEL VICTORY, here. ENJOY! Did you not see the weredragons?! 


Gribble photo colorBy day, J. L. Gribble is a professional medical editor. By night, she does freelance fiction editing in all genres, along with reading, playing video games, and occasionally even writing. She is currently working on the Steel Empires series for Dog Star Books, the science-fiction/adventure imprint of Raw Dog Screaming Press. Previously, she was an editor for the Far Worlds anthology.

Gribble studied English at St. Mary’s College of Maryland. She received her Master’s degree in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University in Greensburg, Pennsylvania, where her debut novel Steel Victory was her thesis for the program.

She lives in Ellicott City, Maryland, with her husband and three vocal Siamese cats. Find her online (www.jlgribble.com), on Facebook (www.facebook.com/jlgribblewriter), and on Twitter and Instagram (@hannaedits).

Loving your story through rejection

 

Hi all. So I’ve been querying for quite some time, and safe to say, it is not going well. I had one spark of optimism during PitMad when my dream agent liked my pitch… yeah, that didn’t go anywhere.

But I’m not going to lie, querying has been this long roller coaster of dread, doubt and despair. Yay, alliteration.

As the rejections keep piling up, it gets harder and harder to stay motivated to keep chasing this dream, or to even think that I’m even worth achieving the dream. Cue tears. So I’m trying desperately to keep writing, keep pushing forward, and most importantly, keep loving my stories.

Because here’s the thing: If you don’t love your stories, who else will? GUARDED (the book I’m querying) means the world to me. Writing that story made me feel like my PTSD had a purpose, like there was a reason I went through that trauma. The MC Kjersten took on my MH struggles and was able to learn how to cope with them to create meaningful relationships with people, something I can only dream of one day being able to accomplish.

Somewhere along the lines, I’d forgotten these things because the rejections convinced me that the story was worthless, which in a roundabout way, meant that my trauma was meaningless, which of course lead down a deep, dark rabbit hole of awful. Woo!

Luckily, I have a brilliant friend who entertains my rants regarding what the industry deems “sellable.” Because that’s legitimately what publishing comes down to. You could do everything right. You could go to the conferences, take the webinars, take part in critique groups, enlist beta readers, and revise, revise, revise. But at the end of it, if whomever you’re querying doesn’t believe your story is sellable, it’s a rejection. Plain and effin simple.

That’s not a reflection on your writing or your story. And as difficult as it is to accept that – because believe me, I know that struggle – you can’t let those rejections tarnish your love for that story or how important that story is to you.

Wishing you the best,
B

Sometimes You Can’t Push Past The Crap, and That’s Okay.

So originally, I was going to write a helpful post of how to budget your energy to achieve your goals. Because let’s face it, living with mental illness is a draining, exhausting endeavor. And I’m sure I’ll get back to that post at some point in the future, but as I was rounding out the second paragraph, the Superbowl started.

Everything was fine. The Schuyler Sisters rocked America the Beautiful. Atlanta was kicking Brady’s ass. Twitter was a semi-happy place for the first time since the election. And Lady Gaga gave a phenomenal Half-time performance that had me crying because BORN THIS WAY!

Then everything wasn’t fine. Patriots came back. Richard Spencer (the Nazi who got punched) was rejoicing the white-ness of the Patriots. And reality hit like a double decker bus speeding out of hell.

Safe to say, that budget-your-energy post kinda disappeared into the abyss of my irritation. I’ve taken on quite a lot (for me) this past month and that paired with new awful Cheeto-related disasters happening on a fairly daily basis, my ability to rebound from depressive states has pretty much disappeared. I’m trying. I swear! Hence the blog post.

But Holy Crud is it difficult. I love my country. I served in the Army for several years and spent one of those years in Iraq. That deployment was what got me into this little mental health pickle I’m now in. And funny story, my PTSD has very little to do with the incoming rockets our base took on a regular basis. My PTSD is the result of being used as a scapegoat for men’s incompetence. My PTSD was caused by my own effin countrymen.

So seeing the current state of America and how millions of lives are being destroyed by ignorance and incompetence and greed, it all gets a tad overwhelming to deal with. Because what was the point of my military service if people can’t love freely, if people can’t worship freely, if women can’t walk down the street without getting sexually harassed, if black men can’t walk down the street without getting arrested (for no good reason other than their skin tone), if refugees can’t find solace within our borders, or if First Nation Americans are being brutalized for protecting THEIR land from Oil-Industry greed. And let us not forget our allies who helped American troops overseas and at home, who had our backs in war zones.

I love my country. But I keep falling back on the same fear I had in Iraq: what if the people who I could supposedly count on could benefit from hurting me? This is always on my mind, and I can’t remove that filter from my eyes as I look at my family who all voted for the Cheeto and who refuse to follow what his actions are doing to this country and our allies.

But like Iraq, I have things to do. So here’s me, seeing the shit storm, pulling up a poncho, and hunkering down to achieve my goals. Because, in the words of Maureen Johnson, Trump doesn’t get to steal my joy.