Now that Nano is Over

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So, I had my carpal tunnel release surgery on November 10th… and was unable to finish Nanowrimo. I had to wear a brace on my left arm for 2 weeks and trying to type in it was so awkward (not to mention painful) and I lost the flow of my story. It’s pretty disappointing, I was all revved up and ready to win and get my novel finished. At the moment I’m trying to not see this as a failure… and struggling not to wallow. I keep reminding myself that I’ve never gotten this far before (I haven’t got much of the actual novel written but I have a ton of framework and the storyline plotted.) and that I can (will) still finish it… but it’s just do damned depressing to not win and I’m having a hard time getting myself to focus and try to write again. Even talking myself into writing a short blog post was a fight. I need something to get me excited about writing again, I get fresh ideas daily but I’m just don’t seem interested in writing them down.

Does anyone have any ideas that could help? Something to “light a fire under my ass” as it were? I don’t want to feel obligated to finish, I want to be excited about it. I want that spark back so the task of finishing this novel doesn’t seem so arduous.

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Nanowrimo 2014 2nd Weekend

Gawd. Seriously, that’s about all I can say about it right now. Working 40 hours a week and trying to pound the words out… not an easy task. At this point I’m approximately 12000 words behind. I’ve got the weekend to try and catch up (and a friend who intends to crack the whip at my ass… you should take a look at her blog: http://authoramandamccormick.wordpress.com/  )… so we’ll see. My wrists have given me some trouble and I expected that (I miss my anti-inflammatory meds this week.) but it’s my brain that I’m fighting the hardest with. I’m honestly not certain that I have the drive required to do this. Imma keep on keeping on though.

Monday and Tuesday will probably be “no word” days since I’m having surgery on my left wrist Monday afternoon. I hope to get ahead this weekend (goooood luck with that mess) so that I don’t feel so failtastic next week.

You can track my progress on my NaNo page and if you’re feeling generous you can donate to the cause on my official donation page both of which I’ve linked down below because my blog isn’t cooperating with inserting links for some reason (stupid thing).

If you have some tips and tricks to keep me in the game… or any other words of wisdom… feel free to comment and I’ll get back with you lovely peeps soon. For now, I’m going to glare at Scrivener and Word in the hopes that writing happens.

My NaNo profile: http://nanowrimo.org/participants/triscut

My donation page: https://www.classy.org/fundraise?fcid=369106

Edit: I just edited this once because wordpress wouldn’t let me use the “insert link” function properly… I’m editing again because the links I posted aren’t clickable… so… copy/paste I guess. If anyone has any advice on how to make wordpress cooperate and link like it should, please feel free to harass me in the comments about it.

UPDATE! Plus a couple of random lines from a scene I was working on a few years ago.

First, the update. I’ve got a lot going on right now… October is my favorite month (O_O haunted-fucking-houses)… and I can’t promise I’ll post regularly. I’m going to have to have carpal tunnel release surgery some time in the next little bit (if my workman’s comp people get on the damned ball) and that will probably take me out of the writing game for a bit… well… typing game. I also plan on participating in NaNOWriMo next month (my name on the site is Triscut if you want to go find me) and between that and work I’m going to be sooooooooo damned distracted. x.x I’m sorry.

Right now I’m working on a scary story to post on here in honor of Halloween, it’s based on some things that happened to someone I know… but I’ve only got the general plot put down and I want it to be a fleshed out story before I post it… and I’ve been too busy/lazy to finish it. I’ve got a couple of random lines from something I was working on a few years ago that I thought might be well received (by the 2 people who read my blog…). So… um… here you go:

“Blood and sweat drenched her pale form and the screams from the man beneath her filled the room like a song. Sex, fear, and death perfumed the air and clung to her naked skin like a fine fragrance.”

Random Scene #1

Okay, this scene was written in… 2008 I think. It hadn’t been spellchecked or anything until a few moments ago. I did a couple of minor edits before posting here (because I made some really goofy mistakes) but otherwise it’s raw material. Enjoy… or hate it… whatever works for you!

It was on a night such as this, with the sky overcast and a breeze through the air, that he first came to me. Wreathed in shadows, he leaned against a building waiting for me to walk near him. I had sensed him in that spot many nights before but I could feel that that night was different. There was a kind if electric tension on the breeze and the world seemed to be holding its breath in anticipation of something great.

I walked right passed the spot he hid in like I sensed nothing odd. He had me locked between his chest and the brick wall of the building before I realized what had happened. My reflexes had me trying to struggle and I had my knife drawn before my brain had completely processed what I was doing. He tensed and let out a hiss when he felt the tip of the knife puncture his jeans. Once I realized what I had done, I dropped the knife and looked up at his face. His sensuous lips were spread in an almost malicious grin. I could see the razor sharp points of his incisors and canines, my suspicions were confirmed and that realization made every tense muscle in my body relax. The grin slid from his face and he gave me a strange look before he struck at my throat. I hissed in a quick breath and stiffened for an instant, feeling the tiny pin pricks, then the tearing of his teeth as they broke through and ripped at my skin. I think I tried to scream but couldn’t catch my breath and no sound would come out.

Then he began to feed and my body went completely slack, had it not been for his body pinning mine to the wall, I would have slid to the ground. As soon as he began suckling at the wounds he made in my neck, pleasure like nothing I had ever known began to build in me. It felt as though every cell of my body was on fire, passion and desire burning me from within. I began to moan and writhe against him. It seemed he didn’t want me writhing because he growled against my neck and held me motionless.

In moments the world had fallen away and all that was left was the fire consuming my body and the creature pressed against me. I could feel him straining tight against his jeans where his groin rubbed against mine and it was driving me crazy. I suddenly found myself wishing we weren’t wearing so many clothes.

He pulled back from me and laughed, a full-throated, masculine laugh that made parts of me that were already aching tighten painfully. “Not yet my sweet You are not ready,” he purred, “Soon.”

What he said made no sense to me in the state that I was in. I didn’t understand why he had stopped feeding. I felt as if I needed him to drink me dry. He started mumbling something under his breath then brought his index finger to his mouth. I watched him though heavily lidded eyes, feeling as though I was going to be consumed by the fire he lit inside of me if it wasn’t quenched. While looking into my eyes, he tore open his finger with his fangs and held it up between us as blood welled up in the small tear. Tipping his finger downward, he let one shimmering drop fall onto my bottom lip, my tongue shot out and licked the blood away. In that moment the fire within me coalesced into something I had never felt before and knew I would never feel again after. My body seemed to explode into a thousand pieces of raw pleasure, and then all was black.

What the hell am I doing with this blog/website!?

Okay, so I think I’ve decided what I want to do with this damned thing. I’m seriously considering using it to post short stories and random scenes I write (maybe poetry and song lyrics I jot down as well). I have a lot of ideas clanging around in my head and most of them aren’t enough to turn into more than a few paragraphs… sooooo, yeah. I’m not sure when I’ll get around to posting something… maybe I’ll post something older since I’ve not really written anything new (except back story and character creation for a novel I’m working on… which is sooooo not going on here just yet) in a while.

I must warn you… my grammar isn’t nearly perfect and my punctuation skills are lacking (this is why I’ll need someone to proofread my shit) so anything you get on here is going to be very rough and in it’s rawest form. Ehem… so… yay!