Weston Elliott
Wendword is now a TradeMark - and I've got a logo to go with it. It all feels terribly official - for whatever that's worth. *grin!*

So here's my new, official Wendword TradeMarked Logo!

Whaddaya think?


Weston Elliott
Okay, so I found a perk that comes with the whole fictionalizing falderal, and I must share.

I can say ANYTHING! I can tell things I never would have admitted to in a million years, and if anyone says anything about it, I can answer -

It's FICTION!

Mwaaahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa.....

*sighhhh...*
Weston Elliott


There are a few things about me that do not go well with my dream of being a writer. They're very frustrating. But I'll tell you about them so that anyone else who feels this way will know they're not alone.


In order to survive in this life, I have to take prescription drugs every night. I don't dare go a day without them, or the adverse effects are immediate. One of them, in particular, affects my imagination. The first time I took it, I felt stupid because I only had one thought in my brain at a time. Oh, sure - come to find out that's supposedly "normal', but it had never happened to me before. I always had four or five trains of thought barreling through my mind all at the same time, sounding their loudest whistles as they went, which made it very easy to always have two or three stories brewing on different burners back there at all times. Can't do that so well any more.



My age seems to have snuck up on me while I wasn't looking, and suddenly all those wonderful ultra romantic daydreams that used to come so easily all seem improbable and full of catches. Maybe it's too much personal experience that tell me that handsome prince over in the corner giving me the "come hither" stare is most likely a really big, fat, immature jerk. And those impossible quests that made for so much excitement as a kid now seem such a useless waste of time, when there's so many other important things that really need to be done that I already don't have the time and energy to get done like I should.


I always thought my greatest goal in life was to be a mother. I may go to hell for saying this, but now I'm not so sure. Don't get me wrong - I love my boy, but forty isn't really the best time to start having kids, if we'd ended up with Short Pants ten or fifteen years ago it would have been great. But I'd already given up when he came along, and adjusted my life's goals to be a writer instead of a mom. Adjusting them back to somewhere in the middle is not easily done.



So, add that to all the financial strains, stresses of an unsure adoption, and life in an apartment that's two sizes too small, and that's my life in general viciously battling with my dream of being a writer.

Don't worry about me - I'm not as depressed as this post makes it sound. It just is what it is...

So if anyone else is struggling, you're not the only one. Hang in there with me, and we'll be okay.
Weston Elliott
Since I can't seem to wrap my head around what to do with that blasted nonfiction, I'm throwing myself full force into my other current project.

Yes, I'm publishing something.... Keep an eye out for all the fabulous details coming soon. I will give you a bit of a hint:

There may not be a magic formula for writing a novel, but this comes pretty darn close!

Check back for more details coming soon!
Weston Elliott

Well, I've gotten the first rejection on my nonfiction.

Ouch - that stung! I found myself saying, "but she only read the first fifty pages! She didn't even get to the best part!" Yeah, spoken like a true amateur, I know. And then I cried. And pouted. And hid in my room (okay, I'm actually still in there...). But finally I gave in and reread the rejection letter to see what good I could glean from it.

It was a very constructive and personalized rejection, for which I am grateful. There were a couple of lines of; "I know you can do better than this", which were killing, but also some positive feedback. The one major suggestion included was that I rewrite this as fiction, based on a true story. This isn't the first time I've gotten that suggestion. Matter of fact, several people have suggested the same thing.

I've been very stubborn about absolutely not doing that.
This ray of hope following closely after made me seriously reconsider my stance:
..."if you were to make this a fiction piece, and use that same voice as in the first chapter, it would be an awesome, compelling book and I'd want to be first in line to consider it for publication..."

In truth, I needed to get the real thing down on paper, in all it's questionable glory. It was terribly painful, and even more therapeutic, and for what it's worth, writing it was a refining influence on my immortal soul.

But that's done now. I've faced the demons and survived to, literally, tell the tale. I've honored my father and my mother, like the Good Book says.

Putting it in print the first time felt like it almost killed me in places. Do I dare consider the seeming blasphemy of doing it again as fiction? Now that I've conquered it once, can I reshape it, make it my servant, .....rewrite it? Do I have that kind of strength?

I'm not sure. But I do know that I can handle a good dose of humility, uncomfortable and irksome as it may be. And if this trusted source, among the many others who have suggested the same, thinks it is a good idea, then perhaps I should be pliable enough to at least give it a darn good try.

So thanks to all who have supported, critiqued, read, and even rejected, the nonfiction. All that's left to say is:
Here we go again!