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Frozen NaNoWriMo

NaNoWriMo starts in little over 12 hours. I’ve been psyching myself up for it because this is something I really am committed to doing. 50k words seems a bit daunting. ….. Okay, a LOT daunting, but if I keep telling myself I can do it, I will.

I’ve taken the last couple days off from working on my novel so I can come at it with a fresh mind tomorrow.

In the meantime, I made myself a motivational picture. My daughter has wanted to watch Frozen every day for the past few days, so I can’t help but have “Do You Wanna Build a Snowman” stuck in my head. Now when it gets stuck, I’ll have new lyrics to motivate me while writing.

To anyone else who is starting NaNoWriMo tomorrow – good luck to you!

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(Image is ©Disney – no copyright infringements intended. Please don’t sue me!)

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Soul Weaver -Excerpt- NaNoWriMo

Since I decided to add a small excerpt in my profile on the Camp NaNoWriMo website, I figured I could go ahead and share it here as well. I’m still working on a good quick summary but here’s the description I have so far:

Magic isn’t just based on the four natural elements. It’s based on the emotions and spirit of the caster. Those who can master them all are said to have the ability to manipulate life and death.
Dubbed “weavers” by the king who wants them eradicated, and hunted to near extinction by mercenary groups called the Arakunrin, magi in the land of Teralinda are reluctant to learn and share their magical knowledge.
Their only salvation lies in the spirit of a young weaver desperate to master her powers. Haunted by childhood memories, Ellie’s emotions threaten to consume her. With the help of an unexpected ally, Ellie must master the life and light within her if she is to bring hope to the land and become a Soul Weaver.

SoulWeaverBookCovernoblurb“She felt it again. The warmth that spread through her chest and down through her arm. Closing her eyes, she searched herself and focused on the sensation. The intensity grew and she recognized which emotion it was. She grasped the locket around her neck with her free hand. Knowing the magic wouldn’t work if she allowed other emotions to cloud it, she picked clean the strings of fear and pain. Leaving only the purified sadness to flow through her heart.

The heat inside her became more focused. Stronger. Hotter. Thoughts of her mother flooded her memory and a tear spilled down her cheek. She willed the magic to go further, pushing her grief down through her extended arm. Opening her hand, she directed the magic to a point in the center of her palm and chanced a peak. A tiny ball of liquid blue fire hovered and danced in her hand, the wet flames licking her fingers. She closed her eyes again, struggling to maintain control of her emotions, and commanded the flame to obey. The liquid fire grew larger, threatening to engulf her entire arm. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her brow and chest from her efforts and her breathing became ragged. In the cool night, the warmth of the flames sent goosebumps down her body. She opened her eyes and smiled. The blue fire that had enveloped her hand dwarfed the light from her camp fire and cast a blue hue over her surroundings. Bringing the locket to her lips, she kissed it and whispered, “I’ve finally done it.”

The crack of a snapping branch broke her concentration and the blue fire vanished with a small splash. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light of her nearby campfire and she controlled her breathing. Droplets of sweat were trickling down her brow and neck, pooling between her breasts. She released her locket to hang once again around her neck. Ignoring the small wisps of hair that tickled her cheeks and clung to her damp temples, she took on a defensive stance. She reached for the dagger on her belt and strained to hear breathing from the unknown presence that she knew was hiding behind her.”

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Camp NaNoWriMo

Now that I’m a healthy start into the second chapter of my book, I decided to sign up for Camp NaNoWriMo!

My goal is 50,000 words, and I’m going to play it honest and NOT include the 8,001 words that I already have.

I’m actually pretty excited, and anxious. I’m going to give it an honest attempt, which means I may be spending a lot of time at my local Starbucks just to get away from all the distractions at home. So for now I’m on a writing hiatus to give myself a fresh start on April 1st.

Just a small update on my novel: I’ve been having hubby help me with tweaking story ideas here and there, but this past weekend I let my two teenage sons read through what I have so far (about a chapter and a half) and they demanded that I finish it so they can read the rest. That made me feel really good! I also gave the first chapter to my mother so she can go through it with a fine tooth comb and find any spelling and grammar mistakes. My mother, who is not a fan of the Fantasy genre said that it actually pulled her in and she wanted to read more. Talk about an ego boost!

Since then I’ve been fleshing out some more details on certain events and the more I flesh out, the better it looks in my mind. Every day I get more excited about doing this.

In the meantime, I created the book cover for my novel and I’m going to share it with you. It was made with royalty free images that I worked some Photoshop magic on. My mother told me she loved it – and she’s hard to impress (she also is not one to blow sunshine up my skirt for the sake of making me happy, so I value her opinion).

Anyone who reads this blog is more than welcome to share their opinion as well – bad or good!

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A Public Apology

15 days ago I made a commitment to write every day. I had planned to use writing prompts and the like to write at least 500 or so words to practice my writing skills. I was going to publish them in this blog as a sort-of journal in order to hold myself to that commitment.

The problem I’m running up against is that I’m also working on my novel. Obviously I can’t post the work I’ve done on my novel here in this blog. Well, I suppose I could, but it changes with every edit I make to it, so really the only thing you’d see is the same general story that changes the way it’s told each time and after a while that would just get really old.

So forgive me if I skip a few days (and at the rate I’m going, maybe even a few weeks) between posts. I find it incredibly hard to break off from the obsessive thoughts about my novel to write from a prompt just for the sake of writing. Yes, yes, I know it may spark creativity and possibly even ideas I can use for my novel or subsequent novels, but right now I’m at the rough draft stage where I need to write out the story that’s playing over and over in my mind. Once my rough draft is done and I go in and start ruthlessly editing and changing things, I may throw in a piece of inspiration here and there. I don’t know, I’ve never done this before.

So consider this an apology (more to myself than anyone else) for not -publicly- sticking to my commitment. I will say that as of right now I’m at 5,879 words, so even at 500 words a day (plus 3 writing prompts I did already post)….lets see that’s…..carry the 9 and divide by 4…….. well, let’s just say that at 500 words a day over 15 days -11 actually since we’re not including weekends- I’m well beyond what I’d originally committed to. And yes, I did just say that to make myself feel better.

If you’ve read this far through my early morning ramblings, then I applaud you…..and thank you for sticking with me. I’m new at this, so consider this blog the journey of a first time novelist. Wait, can I call myself that? Oh hell, I don’t know. I’m new at this okay? Cut me some slack.

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Enter Status Update Here

It’s hard to force myself to write from a writing prompt when I’ve been focusing my energies on my book. I admit, though, that I didn’t do much writing on the book today. Like I mentioned before, weekends are busy for me since I work on call, so Monday’s often become days to get my running around done that I wasn’t able to over the weekend. Today was one of those days.

I managed to get a lot accomplished over the weekend, however. I purchased a new laptop which (so far) I am enjoying. I must say, I do like this keyboard. It makes for very smooth typing, which is very much needed for my writing hobby.

Along with my laptop, I picked up the Microsoft Office software and oh how I have missed it! I haven’t had my own personal copy of Office since, oh, 2005? I once considered myself an Office guru, but now I have to relearn everything with the 2013 version. Most of it is the same as before. I, however, need a refresher being as it’s been almost 10 years since I’ve used it regularly.

Of course the first thing I did once it was installed was convert my Open Office version of my novel to Word and tomorrow I will go back through it and re-edit everything I lost last week.

Seeing as I haven’t written anything interesting of late, I will post a picture that my husband drew for my novel. It’s a rough drawing of the necklace the main character wears.

Aviary Photo_130395912488435834P.S. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.

 

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Another Lesson Learned

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Words cannot describe how incredibly depressed I am right now.

Hubby and I spent half of the day yesterday going over the rough draft of the first chapter of my book. I had no less than 20 different comments and around 50 highlighted areas to edit.

There is no doubt in my mind that I saved this document. Multiple times. Before I turned off my laptop and went to bed I thought, “I should email it to myself or something just in case,” but I thought I would be safe.

 

………. Regrettably, everything is gone. I pulled up my document, and all of those edits, comments, and highlights were gone. I searched through my recent documents and got zip. What’s odd, is that my Chapter Breakdown document is fine. All off the notes I wrote down on that were saved.

It’s almost as if my laptop decided to roll back to Tuesday’s version of itself when it turned on, yet keep one document from yesterday saved.

Excuse me while I go cry in the corner. I guess I can only blame myself. I was using Open Office. Guess I need to find a more reliable software program. Or maybe a more reliable laptop. Or maybe I should just make multiple copies in multiple places. *sigh*

Another lesson learned. The hard way.

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The Distractions Writers Face with Bird Feathers.

Today’s writing prompt comes from Sarah Selecky‘s daily writing prompt email.

Write a scene that involves bird feathers.

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She set about to get some work done. She’d been pushing it off all day…..

You know what, I really don’t feel like writing. Honestly…today is one of those days. I’ve felt like crap all day….nix that – I’ve felt like crap for the past week. It’s my stomach. It’s been bothering me something fierce. How is it that when I find an easy prompt to write, my mind draws a blank? Is that considered writer’s block? And if it is, would me rambling on right now be considered free writing? Maybe in the hopes of busting that block and allowing my creativity to flow so that I can actually write about the prompt itself? I don’t know, and a part of me doesn’t care. My stomach is currently telling me how much it hates being a part of my body……ohhhhhh there we go, I could use that…..

She’d been pushing it off the entire morning. Her stomach had been protesting against…….

annnnddd I just got interrupted by the phone….now my toddler is wanting to color and is asking me for her crayons. Okay, I got this….I do.

Her stomach had been protesting against the meal she’d had at that so-called ‘fancy’ restaurant. The dinner itself had been wonderful, but had she known the effects she’d suffer afterwards, she would have chosen somewhere else to spend her 5 year anniversary with her hfhdisao;gdfa

Sorry….sorry….that was my dog. It just jumped on the couch and decided it was interested in the small glowing screen on my lap.…………………………………………………………………oh, um, that was my finger. My husband started watching an interesting show on Netflix and I stopped typing to watch. I’ll admit that it was Top Gear. I know chicks don’t normally like cars, but it’s the British version, which is the best version. Of course anything British is always best. Their TV shows, their tea….oh my, their tea. Mmmmmmmmm. Sometimes I wish I’d been born in Great Britain…..oohhh!! I could use that!

Even if she’d known the effects the ‘fancy’ restaurant would have on her, she’d thought her husband would have at least taken them to her favorite place. Although on the other hand, her husband probably realized her obsession with “A Little Taste of London”, which was her favorite place to have a cuppa, and wanted to take her somewhere new.

You know, my stomach is killing me and I’m just not into this right now. You can tell can’t you? Ok, let me get some Tums to settle my stomach and I’ll be back in a flash to quickly wrap this up.

Suddenly bird feathers rained down from the sky because a meteor had crashed into a flock of crows. She looked up into the sky and regretted blaming her husband for the raw steak she’d insisted on eating rather than making a scene. The meteor crashed into the earth and wiped out all of humanity.

Sorry, I know that was crap, but I had to catch up on my Facebook and Twitter feeds and The Walking Dead just came on.

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