Friday, May 20, 2011

14,000 Words In

The last 400 words was rough. I'm not to sure where it's heading now. I thought I I can already tell there's going to be A LOT of editing and adjusting when I start in on the revision. My original plan was to make it into two books, but I have since decided to combine it and make it one book. Just two Hopefully it will be around 350-400 pages. At least that's what I am shooting for. We all know how plans work out though! LOL

I am also working on a short story to submit to some magazines. This is a horror story. I won't go into details, because I have only just started

I have the weekend off, so I will be doing quite a bit of writing. I would love to get the short story done, but I don't think that's going to My goal is to write 4000 words on Saturday and on Sunday.

It's still raining. I can't wait for the rain to be done.

I am getting a desk tomorrow! My writing will thank me! :)

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Pushin Through

Ugh! This session was rough. At least to get started. Wrote almost 2,000 words today. I think tomorrow I will bump it up to 2,000. I had to keep pausing because ideas started bombarding me and I had to write them down or I would forget them. I always write the idea down, whether the ms stays on course, that's another story. At the same time I am trying to compile a writing playlist. I can't just pick the songs, I have to listen to them while I am writing to see if they inspire or hinder me. So I had to pause there too, to make note of the song.

The pauses didn't affect my writing, it very rarely long as it's not HUMAN pauses. Meaning, as long as people don't interrupt me I can generally find my way back. If someone interrupts me I usually lose all train of thought.

Anyhow, I have figured out how to turn this into a YA novel to an adult novel. sex adult...just not focused on YA. Not that I have an issue with YA novels, it's just not something I want to do intentionally. I've also decided to condense the two book plan to a one book plan. I still have no idea how it's going to end, but that's what's fun about it. I discover the end just like you guys do!

I have been doing a lot of thinking about by website. I'm not sure whether to change it or leave it the way it is and hope I can afford a professional website at some point. I DO want to start an ezine. There just aren't a lot out there for horror/dark fiction.

My life is so I don't have a husband, I don't have kids. I don't have the money to go places to talk

So I guess that's all on this My brain hurts!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Down the Rabbit Hole

I want to share how I got into writing, so I suppose I should just jump right in. I've always been told that you need to look before you leap. That way something horrible doesn't happen to you. Well....I'll tell ya. 25 years ago I didn't look before I leaped. I didn't fall into a mud puddle or a tangle of venomous snakes. No. I dropped into something much more sinister. When I thought my feet should hit the ground, there was nothing. No soft thud. No vibration running the length of my legs. No clash of teeth. There was nothing but air. That told me I was still falling.

Eventually I did land. My whole body landed. I had come to a hard rest in muck and mire. Shadows moved. The smell was worse than stopped up toilet (if that's possible). I looked up and realized just how far I had fallen. There was nothing but a pinhole of light. Had I fallen into some twisted version of Alice In Wonderland? Will I see things labeled with instructions for me to eat or drink? I couldn't be here. I didn't see a white rabbit. But exactly what was I doing to have made that uninvestigated hole, I couldn't tell ya.

I continued to explore the dank, disgusting maze. Partly because I was curious and partly because I was painfully aware of something behind me. The farther I went the faster I had to go. It was pushing me with it's rotted breath. And the heat. It felt like a volcano breathing on me. I didn't want the thing to catch me. I didn't want to see it even. I could hear it's nails grating on the stone under the mire. I didn't know if the thing would rend my limbs from my body if it caught me or if it would suck out my eyeballs and then my soul through the empty sockets.

I don't know how log I was running for. It had to be a while. I was becoming the stench, the muck. I was becoming the "hole". My legs gave out at some point and I fell. The thing is, I wasn't disgusted. I welcomed the fall. I embraced it. Then, the thing that was following me pounced. It tore at my flesh with it's claws. Exhaled it's rotted breath in my face. Something dripped on me too. It was thick and even more putrid than the air that was expelled from the thing's lungs. The mucus burned and I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. I realized, shortly after the demon dripped it's soul on me, that I was becoming the thing. It was becoming me.

After shaking the fog from my brain I looked down and realized the "hole" I had stepped in was the wonderful world of writing. And the "thing" that was following me was my creativity. Once I had embraced it (after the first thing I had written, good or not), things flowed more freely. What I put on paper (and now on my trusty (sometimes rusty) laptop) is liberating. Whether it be poetry, short stories or full length novellas. This was a passion that would always follow me with it's putrid stinking breath. Urging me to writing from the heart and write the truth.

This most likely will not win me any popularity contests, but it's who I am and no one can change that.

So yea...I write the darkness and the shadows. I do write fantasy and "super-hero" type things, but horror and shadows is my preference.

Welcome to my world I can my brain. Dare to step inside? <-----insert evil laugh there....

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Movin Along

So the last time I was here, I was only on the first page of my third manuscript. I am now on page 22. I know. doesn't seem like much, but life came up and hit me hard. I know that shouldn't be an excuse, but it happens sometimes.

My 17 year old cat, Puma, has been sick for a while. Kidney disease. He was put to rest on 05/06/11. I had to help him to be born. I had to break the sack and clean him off. He wasn't breathing and I had to help him to breathe. He was my best friend. The process was pretty difficult, but he's at peace now.

So anyway, off to the races here. I am working on my manuscript and also reading about how to make my website looking better. I am not liking it too much, so I need to change something. I am a starving artist here so I can't afford to pay someone to do it for me! lol. I have to work on it myself.

So the manuscript is coming along. There are also some other ideas that have been floating around in there since high school that I will be working on as well. All of them short stories, so I need to look into shopping those around in a different

On to the personal training aspect. I have no clients and continue to pound the pavement. Hopefully something will give soon.

Anyhow, that's what's going on here.