Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Good Morning, and Happy Tuesday! Noony here, with a quick check-in and reminder. I'm over at my new site, blogging away, here. The main blog (this one) and Knoontime Knitting - One Writer's Journey Into 3-D are both there, as well as new content. I hope you'll join me.
The new Noon and Wilder site is up and running as well, here. We're still adding content and developing things, but the Noon and Wilder blog is going strong - and we're in the A-Z Challenge too! (That's right, Dear Reader, we're doing the challenge three times this year!) Having a ball with it.
And finally, there's still time to sign up for the Rafflecopter. I've been overwhelmed with the responses; thank you from the bottom of my writerly heart. I wish I could make scarves for each and every one of you!
It's Spring now, a time of new beginnings. What will you add to your life? Take up writing? Knitting? Coffee drinking? There are worse habits, after all. :) Whatever you decide, I wish you all the best. Thank you for your support!
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Sunday, March 8, 2015
Announcing Day One of the Emerald Keep Keepsake Tour - Celebrating the Release of Book 2 of the Persis Chronicles!
To say "thank you," to you, Dear Reader, we are giving away several handmade Keepsakes for those of you who take the time to comment. The Grand Prizes are a hand-knit scarf by yours truly, and a hand-crocheted scarf by Rachel - after all, we're Noon and Wilder, so there should be two Grand Prizes. Right?
I also have exciting news! I'll be migrating over to the new website, and the new blog, during this tour - so you'll be able to come with me! The new blog is here, and as the tour progresses, we'll put more content there to get you used to it. Because, after all, Noon and Wilder are Tauruses, and Tauruses are slow to change. We'll break it to you gradually.
For now, this is the awesome cover by cover artist Brandon Clay. You can check out more of his work on his website, here. And check back tomorrow for Day Two of the Keepsake Tour - we're glad you're here!
~psst~ Remember to leave a comment to be entered into the drawing!
And thank you for reading!
Monday, February 23, 2015
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Lines of Lights
Moving at speed past the window, reverse parallax.
Facing backward on the train, the lights receded.
Facing backward on the train is a title.
A good title for a memory, even.
Like Benjamin Button, living backwards to get forwards.
When everyone is walking in the other direction, sit down and get still.
Follow the still, small voice insight and listen.
What does it say?
I don’t know, I’m still listening.
What about now?
Shh. You can hear it too.
Monday, February 16, 2015
It's Monday! I feel like I should say something uber-motivating, that makes us all jump out of our chairs and make something massively awesome.
Feel motivated yet? :)
We're almost ready to go live on the new site. I'm so excited. It'll have a home for my blog (i.e. this one) and my Knoontime Knitting blog, as well as a section for books and promo stuff and bio and everything. I feel like such a little kid.
Every iteration of my online presence has brought new things to learn and new fun stuff to play with. This time, it means I'll be leaving my beloved Blogger platform behind and migrating to WordPress. The coolness of the website functionality overwhelmed the familiarity and ease-of-use of Blogger, so that's ultimately what made the decision easy. You won't notice much of a difference in terms of what you can do on the blog, meaning you'll still be able to comment and share stuff, but on the back-end it makes it much easier for me and my webmistress.
I have some neat newsy items for you today, as well:
First, my workshop "Unleashing the Creator Within" is in full swing over at Coffee Time Romance.
While it started on the 1st, you're very welcome even now, at the mid-point. We're having a lot of fun with some non-traditional tools like music and word art.
Second, the BDSM-a-palooza is from Feb 17th to the 19th at the Smutketeers! I'm participating with 50 other fabulous authors and the amazing ladies of the Smutketeers - there will be daily prizes, a grand prize with gifts from all of us, and more fun than you can shake a whip at.
Third, the Nice Girls Writing Naughty will be hosting a very special event - Fantasy Date Night with the Nice Girls and their friends, Feb 21st, on our Facebook group from 6:00p to 11:00p Eastern Standard Time. I'll be teaching at that time, so I can't join you, but I know you'll have a ton of fun without me - just save me some chocolates and a date, and we'll be fine. ~grin~
Sunday, February 15, 2015
I get asked, "Why do you do all that?" The person asking is usually looking at my crafts or my writing when they ask the question, and I answer with some variant of, "This is my passion and I make time for it."
What I really want to ask is, "Why aren't you?"
The boxes of life that Richard Nelson Bolles talks about in his book The Three Boxes of Life and How to Get Out of Them are arbitrary. We create them, collectively, and we accept them, individually. But when we take a step back and stop to reconsider where we're headed, we can get out of them.
Stephen Covey said once that you fight and claw your way up the ladder of success, only to find the ladder is on the wrong wall. I use that anecdote liberally in my essays and when I teach and am continually puzzled that its message doesn't fill others with the same dread it fills me. Why wouldn't we care that we are wasting the days given to us? Why wouldn't we make changes?
Because we feel disempowered and blocked, not to put too fine a point on it. We don't do all that, because we believe we can't do all that - we don't have the time, the talent, or the permission.
This breaks my heart.
So what I'm really saying in these Sunday essays is this: take up your pen, Dear Reader, or the paint brush, tap shoes, clay, or whatever is in your heart to do, and do it.
Beginning has grace and power in it. Goethe was right.
“Whatever you think you can do or believe you can do, begin it. Action has magic, grace and power in it.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
|Red Rock Canyon, Nevada|
©2015 A. Catherine Noon
When I first did the material in the book, I mis-read the title as Walking In The World, a telling distinction. I don't easily inhabit my body or this plane, having evolved a very deep intellectual capacity as a way of avoiding abuse when I was a child. I felt that my misunderstanding of the title signaled this separation - that, to me, the world is not concrete and one but ethereal and infinite. While it makes me an effective writer, because I have a well-developed imagination, it's crap for helping me do stuff like, oh, laundry and balancing my checkbook.
As I take an opportunity to look back on the week and reflect, this week of walking in this world has been filled with a lot of abundance and good things. Rachel and I finished Sealed by Magic and sent it off to our editor for consideration; we finished the first and second rounds of edits on Emerald Keep; we made a deal for the third book of the Chicagoland Shifters which will come out this summer; and we started work on the keepsakes we will feature in the blog book tour for Emerald Keep.
It's becoming a normal experience for me to have more difficulty the more positive things occur. I'm much better in times of crisis, because they are so familiar to me. I'm told this is a function of PTSD and of abuse survivors, because we become so accustomed to the chaos and unpleasantness that we don't know what to do when it's subsided. So my goal is to become so good at enjoying when things are going well that I make that a habit, instead. Sounds much more positive to me, doesn't it to you?
I will say this to those of you who have suffered abuse at others' hands: there is hope. Get help, be gentle, and write. Trust your own memories and not those you are told to have. You can find your own voice, and you can heal. It will take time and it will be challenging. But you can do it.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
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I see you, bird. Black feathers. Shiny.
Beak. Black beak like jet, hard and grooved along the length.
It’s longer than I expected. Long and sharp.
“Once there was food here.” Tatiana Tolstaya.
The forest. Mass graves, running for miles, between trees.
I like trees. I don’t feel death when I’m in the trees.
Death is probably there, I mean, it has to be.
Death is everywhere. That’s the whole point.
But in trees, the sense of life overwhelms all that.
I think that’s why I liked hiking so much.
Outside the reach of her voice.
Stay where you can hear me.
God, that used to piss me off.
I’d push at it, silently, in my stomach.
The ulcers are a reaction to using magic, I think.
Maybe it’s improper grounding. I wonder.
But birds are hard to find in trees.
My father said he’d piss off the other people in the Sierra Club.
He’d find the birds faster than anyone else.
He was smug about it, too, which I think is part of the problem.
If not all of the problem.
Meat hook on your face, bird. Weapon. Knife.
Are you carnivorous? You’d have to be, with that beak.
We didn’t have crows in that forest.
Stellar jays. Nasty birds, steal other birds’ nests.
But no crows. Maybe ravens, though I don’t remember them.
I saw a crow at the zoo. He was enormous. Pretty, but huge.
Not a wimpy bird.
Birds in England sound different than birds here.
How many different varieties of crows are there?