One In A Billion

Look at us.

We’re all trying to stand out and be noticed.

You, with your talents.  Me with mine.

Each of us on a journey to be heard.  Listened to.  To burn brightly after igniting a spark of interest.

We’re all striking the same matches:

Waiting to be validated by a consuming public, who cannot quench their thirst against the raging flames of entertainment.

So we pound away at the keys, telling the stories our vivid imaginations create for us, and we write the articles our fierce opinions derive, and we share the inspiration our souls have encountered.

And then we wait to be noticed by the general public.

Days.  Weeks.  Months.  Years.

Others who have gone before us and somehow managed to be a hit, surely we can too?

Slowly, our motivation turns to ash.  The embers of longing to share, die.

We wonder why we put so much heart and soul into our work, for it to fall by the wayside.

So few acknowledge our existence, even after the hours we put into our work.  We wonder how people go viral, and what on earth they’re doing different than us.
Do they have different friends?
Do they have different connections?
Do they have different methods for gaining access to the millions of people we wish were our audience, too?

…..The answer is, we’re not all pursuing the same audience.

While each of us wish to be accepted for who we are, and what we bring to the literary world, we’re still different.

We have different pursuits.

We have different goals.

We have different messages we want to send.

We tell different stories.
Somewhere along the way, writers begin to join in a uniformity, the answer must be in writing the same way?
“You must write this way/you must write that way.”
“I don’t like to do this, you probably shouldn’t either.”
“Nobody writes like that anymore.”
“I wouldn’t read it, but I guess someone else might….”

Validating ourselves against others, instead of remaining true to ourselves.

The odds feel stacked against us when our words only reach a few people sprinkled throughout the world.

Don’t stop trying, despite the odds.

Yes.  You are one in a billion.

You don’t need a million followers, you simply need to be true to yourself.

Tell your story.  And then believe your story is worth being read, and pursue the audience you long for.

New Things

Hello followers and friends.
I have been out of pocket in many, many places.  But I hope to find my way Home.
Meanwhile, I have a new phone so I signed into my WP App for the first time just now.  It was strange.

I have a new laptop battery and power cord on the way!  ……so I haven’t been on my computer in almost a week.  I’m so behind on everything!
I ALSO have a new Vlog on YouTube!

My username is Skarletteetchings, and here is the link to my intro video! 

Prevent forest fires, friends.
Other new things…. hmmmm….

No.  Not really.
I can’t write lately.  My brain wont let me.  So much going on inside of it, and so little time to myself, it’s so hard having an imagination and the responsibilities of Life.  Meanwhile I live in the world of Eldegras in my head, but somehow I forgot how to extract it to the page.  So slow in progression lately.  It makes me sad.
I miss writing and expressing myself through the pen.

I miss sharing my thoughts here.

I miss having coherent thoughts.  Parenting and motherhood seems to destroy your ability to think, remember, produce anything more than macaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes because you’re too tired to make that three course dinner you had planned… before the zucchini molded in the refrigerator.  You know, the one you bought last Friday that was supposed to be cooked on Monday?
Awesome things happening for my author friends though.  Books being publised, trips being planned, people being met!  Oh the joys of life.

A debut and promotion for Thomas Atwood is happening this week on the blog!  **highly dependent on when I receive my Life Packs to sustain my laptop……
Keep ya posted on new stuffses as it arrives.

The HoT Con

This weekend I went to the Heart of Texas Comic Con.  It was interesting and exciting.  And a little bit boring, considering I was alone.  By myself.  This put me out of my comfort-zone as I had to talk to people and engage on my own.


Some of the people I engaged were from the Emerald Keep.


They were a fun bunch of people who keep the Medieval traditions alive through craftmanship, and live action role play.  Although they do not participate in the Reniessance festivals, they DO have their own Kingdoms they participate in through the SCA.

Others I met was one of the singing Pirates who regularly perform at Scarborough Fair in Waxahachie TX.  I am looking VERY much forward to seeing them again at the festival.  ((They’re going to be by the Mermaids.))




If you haven’t figured out who my character is, I went as Sadness from Inside Out.  Cosplaying as Sadness was a LOT of fun.  I overheard people left and right, “Awww, she’s Sadness”, “Oh, I just figured out what the ball is for”.  I also had people take pictures with me, and I got several hugs.  It was awesome.



…..yes.  My hair is a different shade in this photo, than it was at the Con.



I had intened all along to go to HoT Con on Friday, March 11th.



But instead…… this happened.  And CLEARLY I couldn’t let this continue.

I used a Splat Ombre kit.  It was supposed to be Blue Envy, and in the middle along the back, a gorgeous Lusty Lavender.

I bleached it, washed it like the instructions told me to, and then colored within the same two hours.
Pretty?  Yes.  Spotty and NOT what I was looking for?  Also Yes.

Something simply HAD to be done.



This was not all that happened that night.  On Friday I showed up at the Con with an hour left to hang out, to find I left my wallet at home.  I went to the window and asked if there was anything she could do to offer a discount, since I would have to drive home and back, leaving only half an hour to explore the event.
It took fifteen minutes to get home, and then gaslight came on.  Well, I wasn’t going to make it on Friday night.  I literally was Sadness.  My hair had been a disaster, and then I didn’t make it.
After I arrived at the store to pick up comfort food, it poured down rain for ten minutes, leaving me in the car afraid of getting blue spots all over my brand new gray sweater. ((My hair streamed in a beautiful shade of aqua blue every time water hit it.  I washed it a grand total of three times in less than 36 hours.))

The next day, ((Saturday)) I went to Sally’s Beauty Supply and asked the clerk if I could fix it.
Thank God I could.


Sunday morning came and…..

((Atomic Turqouis is the color.  It’s Vegan, easy to apply, and gorgeous.  My hair doesn’t feel damaged after applying it either!))



Yay!  It worked!  Off to the Con I went, my Sadness costume now being complete.


So anyway, back to the people I met.  I went to talk to the authors first.  The first one I met? …Pretty sure I left a terrible impression.

When meeting authors, you want them to talk about their books. You engage them with interest, even if you’re not interested in their genre.  It was my first time to do something like this, with literally no idea what I was attempting.

Oh my gosh!  Real words!  I had to use real words.  Facebook is where I hang out with authors.  We type, post pictures and videos, none of us having to use real words to strike conversations.  But then again, we also all know each other after a couple years of investing in relationships.

So, I feel it’s going pretty badly and try to gracefully, however terribly, most horribly awkwardly, end the conversation to walk away.  That failed.  Utterly, completely.  Failed.

Hoping to make a better go of it, I went to another author.  She and I actually ended up having a great conversation.  Her books were not in my genre of interest either, but I took her business card, and she gave me links to find local writing groups.  Yay!

Other authors I met were the creators of My First Fandom board books.  They were a fun family who create board books together.  I can’t wait to buy them as soon as I have the opportunity.

I also met an artist who creates comic books featuring his dog Tugg, who is a rescue dog.  Tugg was drawn up as several various heroes on handmade trading cards!
Procedes from the purchase of his comic books go to saving other rescue dogs.  Pretty awesome cause if you ask me.

One of my favorite vendors was a father who makes his own lightsabers, because one day his girls decided they wanted one.  Instead of going out and buying plastic sabers, he MADE them their own.

My favorite people I met that day was one of the singing pirates who will be performing at the Scarborough, one of the art vendors – who I learned works at Neiman Marcus though he does not like his job, and the guys from The Game Closet.


All of this enthusiasm I’ve built up in my head today has given great excitement for the next event.  Cannot wait for it to come my way.
Until then, I prepare a costume, and my very own song, to be a Siren for Scarborough Fair.