I am finally making headway. Though it’s not perfect, I’ve built my writers website using iweb at http://www.donnafcollier.com It took forever. The next step is to figure out what to do about my blogging situation. Having two to three blog sites sent me into overwhelm, hence, I couldn’t write anything. But lookee, I’m back and headed in the right direction! 🙂
December 27, 2009
September 5, 2009
Recently, I asked the fairies to write a post for me. Those magical creatures had been my friends for a long time and I hadn’t asked them for any favors since I was seven. As far as time was concerned, they owed me. Because I’m a nice person, I didn’t want to bother them while they worked so I called up a friend and went out.
We went to the The Cambridge Theatre to see Chicago. *coughs* Even though our seats were in the nosebleed section, they were the best seats in the house. *coughs* Seeing Chicago perked up my bored, can’t be bothered cells like I’d just had an injection of happy. I saw gorgeous men and women in skimpy, tight fitting outfits doing leaps, bends and twirls while singing and dancing. Yep. Just what the doctor ordered.
When I got home, my contemplative fairies had not completed their task. Because I’m kind, I left them to it and my friend and I took a trip to Berlin. The food in Germany’s capital was delicious; the weather was warm (hot actually), and the people friendly. On my last day there, I visited the Berlin Wall. The concrete structure is having a face/spirit lift, done by various artists, and is a reminder that no matter how bad the destruction, our spirit will still soar.
As you can see, a little bit of culture never hurts. *even the lazy fairies agree*
April 23, 2009
The ‘working title’ of my novel is SUMMER BREEZE.
Several days before the event, I received tons of advice from my message board group on how to read without looking like an idiot. For example:
1. No drinking beforehand. (I really wanted a glass of wine or two to help me relax)
2. Read my piece over and over before the event. (If I I got too nervous – my mind/memory would automatically take over).
3. Very Important. Don’t read too fast.
Foyles was filling up and my nervousness was increasing. My brilliant problem solving head took over. Before I knew it, I was focused on something even more important than reading. It was….TA-DAaaa….finding the perfect place to sit. I tried out different seats for about thirty minutes. It took that long because none of them seemed to ‘feel right.’ It was either under the air-conditioning vent or too near the podium, or I would have to climb over too many people. It was exhausting. This obsessive compulsion behavior continued until there were only three seats left and the show was about to start, forcing me to sit down.
When I stood at the podium and noticed all the people staring at me, my nerves started acting up again. I couldn’t read my writing and the fainting I wanted to avoid was right around the corner. In the nick of time, I saw people from my message board smiling and nodding, which helped me get a grip. *punches the air*
Giving my character her first public appearance was literally like giving birth to my baby. I felt a tug of sadness because the person who had been with me at the character’s conception and through a great deal of my pregnancy wasn’t there. As I was reading, out of the corner of my eye I saw someone jumping about with a camera. I glanced at her, did a quick smile, and then continued reading the story. The double take that happened next was so huge, even the audience swiveled their necks like a sea wave to see what I was looking at. It turned out that the missing person (baby daddy) *displaying my sense of humor* was the woman with the camera.
Though my voice shook and I kept jutting my papers out at strange angles, my audience kept attentively listening. My first time turned out to be a very positive one. *does happy dance*
Thanks everybody for your support.
Thanks, Chroma DEVINE Mentoring Scheme
UPDATE: Photos Added
February 2, 2009
I’ve written fiction, creative non-fiction, scifi/fantasy/horror and erotica. Not to mention a non-fiction manuscript that I mailed to a gazillion publishers who in return, gave me their arse to kiss. When I talked to established authors about my never having been published and my stack of rejection letters, they laughed.
I was told, “You don’t have enough rejection letters. This proves you haven’t been sending out a sufficient amount.” Since I received a dressing down instead of sympathy, I produced more work to send out. One competition that I entered was Write Queer London. It was sponsored by UntoldLondon, The Museum Of London. The topic was queer London, past present and future.
After several weeks of thinking about what to write and coming up empty, James Baldwin, the black, gay, American novelist popped into my head and gave me a talking to. *cue drum roll* My short story, Just Like James placed in the competition. Though I didn’t win, being a runner up is still mighty sweet. *does happy dance*
Prizes will be presented at a special evening event at the Museum in Docklands on Thursday 5th February 2009. There will be entertainment, free wine and a DJ afterwards. All are welcome. The event is free and open to the public.
Thank you Sir James Baldwin. Thank you Atsa for your past writing support.