Firsts in Fiction Podcast

If you follow me on Facebook and/or Twitter, you know I’m the producer of Aaron Gansky’s Firsts in Fiction Podcast. Aaron and his pops, Alton Gansky, are the hosts. I get to call him “Pops” too because I collect parents. It’s just what I do. And if you’ve seen the podcast, you’ll know there’s times I’m kinda glad we’re not really related. But I digress.

So. The Firsts in Fiction Podcast Team. Right. Yes. That’s us. Together, we discuss how to write better fiction.

Recently we made a change or two, and streamlined the location. Previously, you would need to follow each weekly link. And sometimes Google Hangouts would drop it so we’d reset it, leaving our regular viewers searching for it like keys left in a coat pocket.

So a few weeks ago the gents got together and found a way to mainstream the podcast to Aaron’s website. That’s it. One link. Forever.

But wait, there’s more!

I also added a widget to my blog here. It’s the little photo on the right sidebar that looks a bit like this:

FiF Podcast Team

FiF Podcast Team

And by added, I mean I researched, wrote code, and built a photo-click widget all on my own. [This is where you applaud politely at my attempts to be tech-savvy.] [This is where I blush and wave. No, no. Really. Stop. You’re too much. Really.]

So if you forget to go to, you can just click on my sidebar photo of the FiF Team. Awesome sauce, right?

You got (writing fiction) questions? We got (writing fiction) answers. Each week we answer a question from our viewers in our “Ask the Authors” feature. You can leave your questions on any of our social media pages.

And we do our best to bring you quality entertainment family dysfunction helpful information on how to write better fiction. And, well, yeah. All that other stuff, too.

So join us live every Tuesday night at 6:30 pm PST.

Firsts in Fiction: Your first stop for learning to write fantastic fiction.

And Frankly, My Dear . . . That’s all she wrote!

What If We’re Not Drowning?

The news is bad. We’re overwhelmed, suffering, trying to cope without the right tools. We just need a hand up, a friend alongside us. We just need to know we’re not alone, and a reason to believe it will get better.

We feel like we’re drowning.

We Feel Like We're Drowning

We Feel Like We’re Drowning

The storm hits, the hurricane comes in, and with it comes the dark. The scary. The unknown. The ugly, doesn’t-belong-here, never-asked-for-this stuff.

Our Paradise is lost in the mire.

Paradise Lost: We Feel Like We're Drowning

Paradise Lost: We Feel Like We’re Drowning

And we can’t catch our breath. Because as soon as we come up for air, another wave crashes over us, the tidal waves pull us down, the ebb and flow is not a smooth lake but a waterfall whirlpool that drags us in so many directions at once and doesn’t let go.

It’s impossible to breathe.

The Rough of It: We Feel Like We're Drowning

The Rough of It: We Feel Like We’re Drowning

We bang against the rocks and we know this wound is gonna leave a scar. The seaweed tangles around us like tentacles from a monster and our fear grows. We know it’s not real, but it is real. It is grabbing us.

You can’t avoid the storms.

Sure, we didn’t always choose to be put in the path of the storm. Sometimes we saw it coming and thought, “It won’t be that bad.” Or sometimes we walked toward it with our eyes closed or looking elsewhere. Sometimes, we were led to this by others. Every life has storms, no matter what.

Muddy Waters: We Feel Like We're Drowning

Muddy Waters: We Feel Like We’re Drowning

And when we’re in it, really in it, it’s hard to see around us.  We can’t easily navigate our way to safety, and chances are we could pull others into the storm if we’re not careful.

And the mud gets into us. It fills our ears, eyes, nose, mouth. We feel the grit between our toes, we taste it going down our throats.

It. Is. Everywhere.

It’s all we know. Except, we know there’s more. We know we weren’t always in the storm, and we weren’t always in the mire. We weren’t always dirty. And all we want is to be clean.

But there’s nothing we can do but let the storm carry us through its abuse of our life.

But what if we can?

What if the waves are getting our attention because the placid water wasn’t? What if we aren’t hurting as bad as we think we are? What if the waves crashing on us are fiercely washing away the mud from our eyes so we can better see the path ahead? What if the only way to separate us from what we shouldn’t hold on to, is to have it ripped from our grip? What if the ridiculous pain of this life is meant for something more than making us miserable?

What if this storm is meant to cleanse us and make us stronger?

What If We're Not Drowning

What If We’re Not Drowning?

Instead of panicking, what if we found our stride, and realized the shore isn’t so far away?

What if, in fact, we’re not drowning? What if what’s really happening, is we’re finally learning how to swim?

And Frankly, My Dear . . . That’s all she wrote!

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