The Wildflower Project

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Hello All!

As some of you may know, I participated in NaNoWriMo last November.  I’m finally done writing, editing, and proofreading the novel I finished during the challenge!  I have submitted the manuscript to Swoon Reads.   It’s still a long shot of getting published but we all have to dream, right?  It’s completely free to read on the Swoon Reads e-reader.  I’d love your feedback if you have a chance to look at it.   And I would love it if you could give me a rating on the site.  I’ll keep all of you updated!

Here is a description of the novel if you aren’t familiar:

200 years in the future, women over the age of 18 have lost the ability to conceive.  Young women everywhere are cashing in on their fertility by selling their genetically-engineered offspring to the highest bidder. Television shows featuring pregnant teens are all the rage. Leni and her husband Rhys, both rescued from being dumped in an orphanage due to her undesirable genetic codes by their adoptive parents, have achieved their dream of being cast on Posh Preggers, the most-watched show on television, but are frightened as they begin to learn the startling truth behind Leni’s conception and birth, and the foundation of lies upon which her family was built.

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NaNoWriMo Inspiration

There’s a lot of things I never thought I could do until I came out the other side.  Hopefully NaNo will be the next!  43,000 words to go…

For Writers Quote Wednesday

Mindful Moment – A Domestic Disaster

Structure is not my strong suit.  Since I was a kid, I’ve kind of run around like a chicken with her head cut off, flitting from one project to the next, getting easily overwhelmed, filled with frantic energy, rarely finishing what I start.  I learned after I became an adult that there is a word for that frantic energy – anxiety.  Getting diagnosed and learning through therapy how to live with anxiety has been invaluable.

We’re always taught to finish what we start – your room isn’t really clean until your closets are organized and every speck of dirt has been wiped away, do all of your homework, even if you’re up until the wee hours of the morning.  I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with any of those things, it’s just that my brain doesn’t work this way.  I only know two speeds – 0 or 100.  I look at a sink full of dirty dishes and think screw it, I’ll wash them tomorrow, or I get frantic and scrub all the dishes, clean out the cabinets, mop all the floors, clean all the bathrooms, do 10 loads of laundry, vacuum…well you get the picture…then I’m exhausted and do nothing for the next two weeks.

Now, I give myself a set amount of time to clean, or tackle any other project I don’t particularly enjoy.  If the project isn’t done by the time the allotted time is over, it will be there tomorrow.  Before diving into housework,  I give myself time to transition from work mode to wife mode.  Me time.  It’s what keeps me sane.  I take the dog for a long walk, or write.  Sometimes I read or wander around Target, or just do some deep breathing.  I allot time to be social, so I can make sure to maintain the friendships I value so much, and of course couple time for me and the hubby.  I’m much happier and much more at peace, knowing that somehow I’m learning to manage my life.   I can do it all, I just can’t do it all at once.

On another note, I hope to follow this same philosophy when I tackle NaNoWriMo next month.  The regularity of my blogging with slow down, but I’ll still be here, hopefully updating you on my progress.  I’d love to hear about your experiences if you’re participating as well.

NaNoWriMo 10/26/15

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So here is the synopsis for the novel I will be writing during NaNoWriMo:

200 years in the future, woman over the age of 18 have lost the ability to conceive; young women everywhere are cashing in on their fertility by selling their genetically-engineered offspring to the highest bidder. Television shows featuring pregnant teens are all the rage. Reya, rescued from being dumped in an orphanage due to her undesirable genetic code by her adoptive parents, has achieved her dream of being cast on Posh Preggers, the most-watched show on television, but is frightened as she begins to learn the startling truth behind her conception and birth, and the foundation of lies upon which her community was founded.

A tentative title for the book is Chosen, that is what adopted children are called in this society.  But there are so many identical or similar titles out there, so I’m not sold.  The idea for the novel was actually inspired by a story I entered in a Flash Friday competition.  You can read it here.

My username on the NaNoWriMo site is jennthumphries.  Hope to see you there!