Category: What I Love

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A totally wild month

This month, I managed 17,967, but 2/3 of it was lessons for the ODWG. I also tried to train a new membership chair for one of my local writing groups.

I wrote one really long poem about teeth. No, really. It started off about teeth and then it got weird. I also wrote a poem about grief that involved Pokemon. You know you want to read that one. (There were several other poems this month as well, but those were my favorites).

I also was the featured speaker of the month for my local writers guild. I spoke on “How to Get Back on Track After Life’s Disasters.”

In real life, I had to figure out how to do my local church’s annual certification because our board president’s life exploded that week. I attended the first of hopefully many delightful meetings of a local yarn group. I loom-knitted one sock and then tried to figure out how to regular knit it’s partner after my sock loom broke. I started a crocheted snowflake blanket.

I also spoke at two other groups, using the “How to Get Back on Track…” lesson as a starting point. Which was only funny because disasters kept making it so I almost didn’t get to speak at either group (first an epic hail storm and then a mass internet outage).

I also read The Thin Man by Dashiell Hammet.

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Upcoming Speaking Engagement at the Open Door Writing Group on February 28, 2024


I will be speaking at the Open Door Writing Group at the Tyler Public Library at 1pm on February 28, 2024 on the topic of “How to Get Back on Track after Life’s Little Disasters”. Come on over and join us! (I will try to promise a hail-free experience, unlike what happened last time I gave this lesson – hahaha)

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January stats

This month, I eked out 8,749 words, but a lot of it was poetry, so when I think about it that way, that’s a LOT.

I prepared and presented two lessons at ODWG. I also worked some more on the Lake House Mystery and made a whole new system for tracking my poetry and short story submissions.

I also rearranged my entire writing studio again because it turned out that one of my bookshelves could not stand up without the support of the two on either side and books were everywhere.

In real life, one of my kids had an MRI for migraines and also sliced open his foot badly, all in one month. My dad visited for a long while. I started crocheting the Pineapple Peacock shawl, took it apart and restarted it twice more, then finally gave up. Knitted a scarf for my spouse instead.

We had a polar vortex hit and had several “ice days” I started reading “Barbara and Susan Talk About Empty Nests” once a week as a kind of devotional for therapy homework. I also read “Shadow and Bone” and “Lessons in Chemistry”.

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Done with Plotting My LHM!

Look at my beautiful graph!

(Actually, you couldn’t. Something went wrong with the embedding. But go here to see my Pacemaker.press plan about it.)

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Upcoming Speaking Engagement at Open Door Writing Group on January 24, 2024

I will be speaking at the Open Door Writing Group at the Tyler Public Library at 1pm on January 24, 2024 on the topic of “Using Pacemaker for Writing Schedules”. Come on out and join us!

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Happy 2024!

It’s the first Monday of the first full week of 2024 and my official start to the new year. I always like to start off a new year looking back at the last year and seeing what I accomplished and try to plan for what I think I can do better in the upcoming year.

2023 in Review:

  • Overall, I wrote 160,202 words
  • January – 14,454
  • February – 33,559
  • March – 27,344
  • April – 6,387
  • May – 29,548
  • June – 8,742
  • July – 25,341
  • August – 1,671
  • September – 1,571
  • October – 5,100
  • November – 5,119
  • December – 1,456
  • 3,105 written for this blog
  • 40, 036 for Caro’s Quest
  • 13,676 in my journals
  • 45,436 for the Hannah Project, which makes my heart sad
  • 3,024 in poetry
  • 7, 723 in little flash fiction bits during writing groups
  • 1,495 in short stories outside of other writing groups
  • 2,250 for a non-fiction essay which was accepted for publication in an anthology about chronic illness
  • 15,838 in my social media accounts
  • 24,083 in lessons and worksheets and speeches for various writing groups
  • And 4,022 at the end of the year on the Lake House Mystery
  • (Most of this did not include background writing for various novels in progress – just writing that ended up in the draft)

So, I did pretty well for the first half of the year…and then health woes (both mental and physical) slowed me down considerably. So for next year, I will work on powering through the pain and not letting myself get distracted by non-writing side projects as much as I did this year.

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Midsummer Murmurings

I’ve got some exciting news, y’all! In November I’ll be attending the 20 Books to 50K Conference in Las Vegas, Nevada. The lovely folks in charge of that conference gave me a scholarship for the conference ticket, so I’d like to publically thank them for that. Thank you, 20Books Conference Committee!! Nick and I will travel to the conference together and use it as a combined work trip and 25th wedding anniversary rolled into one. By day, he’ll be working remotely while I attend the conference. By night, we’ll paint the town red with whatever author friends we make along the way. I’m so excited about this conference. Everyone says it’s fabulous!

Before we get there, though, there’s still the rest of the summer to get through. I’d thought this summer was going to be quiet because my youngest ended up making the hard decision not to travel with DCI this year, due to a myriad of reasons and circumstances that I’ll not go into here. So traveling to see him performing across the US fell off the list of things I’d do this summer. In the meantime, I’ve been finishing the short story I mentioned last month, teaching my midkid to drive, adopting a kitten, planning two trips, working on my speaking engagements, helping with both planning a conference and installing a new treasurer for the East Texas Writers Guild, and juggling all the schedule changes unexpectedly sent my way. Which is why those that know me in real life have started to wonder if I exist at all. I do, I’m just constantly in meetings or driving lessons or keeping the Foxglove the Wonder Kitten from biting all the things.

A twelve-week-old tuxedo kitten wearing a lime green collar sits ensconced in a turquoise and grey crocheted blanket. She is looking directly at the camera with her golden eyes and looks content.
Obligatory Kitten Picture – Foxglove the Wonder Kitten

So I said I was planning two trips – the other one is a pilgrimage with my 80-year-old father to see my mother’s grave. She was buried amongst family in their hometown — Superior, Wisconsin — which is sixteen hours away by car. Along the way, he wants to stop in Lincoln, Nebraska, to see his brother, Platteville, Wisconsin to see my birthfamily (who he hasn’t met yet), and Eau Claire, Wisconsin to do some research with a former student (and maybe see my cousin and his family?). On the way home, he’s hoping to stop in Minneapolis to see his cousin as well. All in an eight-day whirlwind trip that includes four days in his hometown for two reunions and a chance to see the rest of the family. Eight days isn’t enough, y’all, but I have the ETWG Conference on one end and a speaking engagement on the other, so that’s all the time we’ve got. Being my dad, and therefore the source of my personal time blindness, he’s scheduled a bunch of stuff for days we won’t actually be there. Whee! This trip is ripe for stories that will make it into my adoption memoir, I’m sure. I will be taking notes and pictures. Follow me on social media for all of that.

Lisa Holcomb, wearing a pink and purple print shirt and multi colored glasses, stands hugging her father, David Larson, who is wearing a dark grey shirt with black suspenders, and also a plaid hat.

Me and my dad

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Early Summer Musings

The fact that it is already summer break just astounds me. It feels like it was only yesterday that it was Mother’s Day.

Me and my kiddos

May went by in a flurry of tornado warnings, band concerts and banquets, color guard contests, kids’ auditions or testing for various activities, and all the sayings of “goodbye” to people and places we’ve loved spending time with.

I started helping out the worship team at my local UU church, both developing services and speaking during services. I also agreed to serve as vice president of the church board next year.

My eldest child acquired a car, passing his old one to his younger brother, who just started driving solo, and just like that *snap* life changed overnight. I no longer have to drive anyone anywhere unless there’s an emergency.

I spent a couple weeks preparing for a speaking engagement for the Open Door Writing Group at the Tyler Public Library about writing lyrically. I read or re-read so many books on writing poetry. Two didn’t arrive on time, so I still have those to look forward to.

Unfortunately, all that activity sent my diseases into overdrive. I got a sinus infection, then my joints flared up and I spent the last half of the month in too much pain to think, let alone set down words. It took me an entire month to finish a short story that I’d had outlined and ready to go. *sigh*

Last week my father was in town, so we spent time indulging in watching “Only Murders in the Building” (while I did cross stitch, since my hands had finally returned to normal) and taking time to look over his house here and make lists of future maintenance needs.

He went back to his primary residence yesterday afternoon and now I am back at my writing desk today, updating all the social media things, preparing for my two speaking engagements that are coming up later this month, and trying to sneak in a few new words in my next novel. Hope all of y’all are having a wonderful start to your summer! Let me know in the comments if you plan to join me at any of my events this month.

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Reflections on the one-year anniversary of being published

Last month marked the anniversary of my first published work. Well, my first published work in over two decades, I should say, not counting unpaid blog posts and articles for local area newsletters. I had a few small bits published right after college, but then I had children and did not get back into writing for many years. Even then, I was too scared to send anything off to see if it was good enough for publication. Two years ago, I finally had enough positive feedback from other writers to get my courage up, and I got the ball rolling on submitting and by May last year, I had pieces published in four anthologies.

Click here for links to buy these books.

It’s been a good year, all told. I’ve had the chance to experience an anthology being built from the ground up, worked with several personalities of editors, set up Amazon Author Central and Goodreads Author pages, met a lot of fantastic and helpful new people, learned thousands of things about writing and marketing, attended my first book festival, changed my logo, and also discovered what the difference between people who had my best interests at heart and those who didn’t looked like.

2023 has been a hard year for me, logistically speaking. A prodigious number of things have gone wrong between the two houses I help maintain, my little family has had some big trials I’d rather not mention here, people and pets I love have passed away, my best friend had her whole life overturned, and groups that I help run have all had their own wacky disasters as well.

My word count is still really high compared to most years. My connections to other writers have grown stronger, and the number of writing opportunities I’ve had have multiplied exponentially, but I’m still struggling with time management. There’s just not enough of me to go around dealing with all the disasters and to get all the writing related activities done (so many of which are not, in fact, actually writing). Which is why my number of published works remains low – I just haven’t had time to submit anything anywhere with everything else that’s been going on.

That changed this morning. Despite a looming writing deadline for a short story that’s going in the back of someone else’s book, I sat down and made sure that I’d submitted at least a few poems and stories for publication in literary journals, anthologies, and zines. Just that little effort was enough – I’m feeling positive about writing again for the first time in a couple months. I can’t wait to see where my pieces end up. I’m looking forward to a fruitful second year of publishing.

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How fast the time goes

When I set out to change up how I blog this last year, I’d figured on blogging every two weeks, on my church’s off weeks, but the time in between goes so fast and is stuffed with so many things that I often arrive at my computer and am completely overwhelmed about what to post and what to keep private. Being a more professional writer has been such a learning curve!

Since I last wrote here, there’ve been a couple winter guard performances for my youngest kid, which I chaperoned, my midkid learned how to make pancakes (in a few hilarious attempts, which he live-texted me about), Indy has gotten incomprehensibly larger, I rearranged my fridge to be more ADHD friendly (veggies in the door so we can see them), and I attended the East Texas Book Fest!

I had a fantastic time! I sat in a little corner where most of the writers were from my local writers group, so I had support, advice, and fun. Everyone that came to my table was encouraging, and I both sold a book and got invited to speak at a library in a nearby town as well. Such a great experience!