Writer Wednesday: Optimism is fading…

 

I can tell you right now that I’m not going to be meeting my goals this week. My mind is pretty crippled creatively–there are too many things to handle on the home front. I have my notebooks with me and I am certainly writing ideas when they come, but it is hard to ask the muse for output when there are boxes to be packed.

So let’s see if there is anything that can be done:

 

1) Accountability, the prequel for Before Her Time, was well received and torn to pieces by my writing group. I have a lot of work to do this week, and that will be my first priority.

I’d like to be able to have this rework done by Friday. That is my only goal for the week.

2) If I can, I’d like to rewrite and expand Before Her Time, and have that ready for posting to the group by Friday.

Striking through and postponing until after our move.

3) Chuck’s weekly challenge involves the plot generator this week. I’ve hit that button about 100 times in the course of 3 days, and I encountered about 3 viable ideas. I’m going to try to find a prompt, but if something doesn’t pop and speak to me by tomorrow morning  his might be a wash.

Striking through because the plot generator gave me nothing interesting.

 

I’m solely looking to finish this rework this week. Optimism even on this is fading, but I’m committing to getting something done this week. We’ll see if we can get something done…

Optimism Monday: Moving to an apartment, purchasing a house, and writing?

We are moving in two weeks, and I’m trying to keep it together. After having such a productive week last week, I’d like to keep the momentum going, but this might have to come to a full freaking stop in a few days. We’re moving to a really great new townhouse next week in preparation of my eldest son starting preschool in September. I am so excited and worried I can’t keep my head straight. To make things more complicated, My husband and I encountered a house last week that I’m absolutely in love with. I can’t stop thinking about it. Of course, signing a lease for an apartment only to turn around and sign up for a mortgage makes things interesting… lots to think about. In the meantime, I still have to keep appointments and entertain little babies. My life is a hot mess. 🙂

Let’s go to the boards:

1) Accountability, the prequel for Before Her Time, was well received and torn to pieces by my writing group. I have a lot of work to do this week, and that will be my first priority.

2) If I can, I’d like to rewrite and expand Before Her Time, and have that ready for posting to the group by Friday.

3) Chuck’s weekly challenge involves the plot generator this week. I’ve hit that button about 100 times in the course of 3 days, and I encountered about 3 viable ideas. I’m going to try to find a prompt, but if something doesn’t pop and speak to me by tomorrow morning  his might be a wash.

That is seemingly short, but that represents about 8,000-9,000 words worth of work. Let’s hope I can pull it off!

Hope you have a word-packed week ahead of you!!

Accountability Friday: Accomplished and feeling good.

 

I wrote somewhere in the ballpark of 6500 words this week. More if you count all of the times I just wiped out 500 words of progress. I can’t believe how much I did this week and I can’t wait to continue the positive momentum.

Let’s go to the boards:

1) I freaking must finish the prequel for Before Her TIme. I am 2,000 words into this thing, and it shows no signs of stopping. I think that I’m allllmoooosssstttt there, but I think that I have another 2,000 words more before this story is complete. Excerpt by Friday. EXCERPT BY FRIDAY!!!! (roar!)

Done and done. I feel sooo goood about this.

2) Flash Fiction for Chuck this week? Let’s pick a line right now… Here we go: “That plan didn’t fly, superhero, and now we’re short a bazooka.” I liked this line the first time I read it and it has been with me all weekend. I envision a wedding. Let’s see.

Done and done. I actually got some positive feedback on what I created for this one, too.

3) Write out 1000 words of a YA concept that I have. I’m going to guard this one close to the vest because I think that the idea is interesting and viable. I might share this with my writing group before I put it on this blog. Well… maybe I’ll share a little bit. We’ll see. :)

1000 words were written, unfortunately, they aren’t really getting my motor running. This story is going to be my big project next week while I’m still garnering feedback from Accountability.

4) Start the rewrite for Before Her Time. Notice I said “start.” Very ambiguous! Let’s see if we can make that a 100 word minimum, just so I don’t get cute and write only one sentence.

Annnnddd done.

 

I’m out of words this week. I’m going to write a little bit tonight just so I can get the YA story off the ground (and I might work on the Before Her Time remake, too), but I have come to the end of my words this week. I’m feeling so good this week.

I hope that you had a productive week as well. Let’s have inspiring weekends so that we can get back to it on Monday!

1,000 word Excerpt: Accountability (Work in Progress, Working title)

 

I wrote a flash fiction a few weeks ago called Before Her Time, about a woman perceived to be a “witch” and the man who loved her. It wasn’t the best thing that I’ve ever written, but it got me thinking about women, power and society. I wanted to think about her origin story, and write more about her. Her world and character really lit up my imagination. It turns out the story has legs. This is the first of multiple stories involving Victoria, the Duchess of Duxbury. It is still a work in progress, which I’ve submitted to my writing group for critique. I’ve already veen given a few really great suggestions, which I’ll be incorporating this week. When I’m done, I’ll post the short story in its entirety on this blog.

Here is the first 1,000 words (and remember, this hasn’t been fully tightened and edited yet, so it will most likely changed between now and the final version).

 

 

Finer ships had never been produced in the kingdom, and the Duchess of Duxbury looked upon them with the proudest smile that she could muster. Her men had worked hard, and they were to be rewarded today with the best food and wine she could find. Famers from her duchy and the two surrounding had fallen all over themselves to get a piece of the fortune she was using to purchase the food, wine and ale for the celebration, and she was happy to give.

Five ships were in the docks, fitted and ready to sail to the far corners of an ever expanding world. None of her men were sailors. Those men would be trickling in over the next few days to set the ships on their maiden voyages. When the docks cleared, her men would start anew on five more for another year. This was the third completion of the cycle, and orders came in by the day, along with more skilled craftsmen looking for work. The Duchess stifled a giddy giggle. The success and growth seemed to have happened over night.

“You look like a proud mother looking after her children, Tori,” her good friend and chief advisor, Alistair, observed in a low tone.

Liza, Tori’s governess, overheard and cleared her throat. “The Victoria, Duchess of Duxbury, should be very pleased with the progress of her people. Their hard work is for her benefit, and for the benefit of our great kingdom.”

Tori’s proud smile faded into her unimpressed expression. Liza’s undergarments were always just a bit too tight.

“Will you be addressing the men now, your grace? Shall I have them gathered?” Alistair, too, had better things to do than mind the minder.

“This is their day. Let them have it. I shall address them later. Bring me the dock master. I should like to tour the men’s good work.”

Alistair nodded his head in acknowledgment, but hesitated before he turned to do his duty. Tori’s mind was on other things. She’d noticed something missing from the revelry of the feast on the docks below.

“There aren’t a lot of women here, Liza. Where are the wives? The sweethearts?”

“Since the Duchess chooses to set a poor example by not being married herself,” Liza started. Tori let out an audible and annoyed sigh. Enough to make Liza change course. “I believe that a lot of these men are simply unattached, your grace.”

“These men live here, they eat here, they drink here, and they’ve laundry and other needs. Women usually fill those needs, yet there are none here. This makes no sense, Liza, and it has nothing to do with my attachments.”

Liza tittered for a moment, then gave a sort of shrug. It was odd not to see any other women about. The men were serving themselves ale and food was being served by the farmers who brought it or the cooks who prepared it. Tori thought about this for a few more moments before her attention drifted to the large and beautiful ships that were about to leave her shores. They were beautiful, they were strong, and they were a perfect representation of her land and her people.

Alistair returned with the dockmaster, a tall, older gentleman with a slender build but for noticeable belly built from years of drinking ale. He genuflected, he eyes downcast.

“You’ve built fine ships that will bring more people and money to our duchy, dockmaster. I commend you,” Tori greeted warmly.

The man stood, “to be in the presence of my beautiful duchess is too great a reward, your grace.”

Liza frowned in disapproval, though Tori giggled at the compliment. “Your duchess would like a tour of your ships, good sir. Off you go!”

“Please don’t mind my governess,” Tori’s laugh masked her growing annoyance, “would you please show us your ships.”

The group walked toward the docks and were noticed by the happy workmen, who stopped and cheered as they walked by. Tori loved the attention, rarely having the opportunity to come face to face with happy citizens of her duchy. She stopped and greeted some of the men as they walked passed before they took the long walk down the pier and onto the first ship.

“This is your very basic merchant ship, you grace,” the dockmaster explained as they walked onto the deck, “but it is fast. Probably among the fastest we’ve ever built…”

The others listened with interest, and Tori put on her listening face, but her mind wandered back to the men reveling on the deck. So many men with so few women about tugged at her. She walked around the deck and into the holds below. It was a beautiful ship, with plenty of room for cargo and goods.

The second and third ship were much of the same. She looked about and was generally please. When they got off the third ship, she took steps toward the fourth.

“Your grace, the other two ships are more of the same,” The dockmaster rung his hands, “I would hate to tire you out or, worse, waste your time by showing you identical ships.”

Tori stopped to eye them and noticed differences in the bodies of the last two as compared with the first she’d seen. While the first three were made for speed as well as space, the last two seemed to emphasize more space than nimble speed across the seas.

“I see some details that I think would be nice to look at up close,” Tori said, and took a few steps.

Alistair stepped forward, “your grace, you still must address the gathered men and as you can see, they are already becoming a bit raucous.”

Tori looked the ships over and wondered how much of a difference they would be. They were ships, well made and destined to take the fame of her craftsmen to far places. She turned her back to them and prepared herself for addressing the gathered men.

Flash Fiction: Putnam Priorities (1,000 words)

 

This is my work for Chuck’s Last Lines First challenge. I used Squishy’s line: “That plan didn’t fly, superhero, and now we’re short a bazooka.”

and this is what I came up with.

 

“That plan didn’t fly, superhero, and now we’re short a bazooka,” Carolyn was on her third appletini and Charles knew that the sarcasm had only just begun.

“The photos were supposed to embarrass his people and make them call this whole thing off!” He’d growled into his neat bourbon. James had simply placed the bottle of Blue Label on the bar and walked away. It was good to be a regular.

Carolyn laughed at her husband’s stupidity, slapping the bar in her revelry. The politely dressed diners in the upscale restaurant were beginning to turn their attention toward the bar. “You had naked pictures of your own daughter leaked to every tabloid in the country. She can’t stand the look of you, yet you blame her fiancé’s family?”

Charles sneered. They’d be on Page 6 again in the morning.

“It just goes to show that they aren’t proper people. Not the kind of people we should be mixing families with. What would you have me do, Carol?”

Carolyn shrugged, “I say let the girl get married.”

Charles downed the entirety of his drink and filled it again to the brim. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

His wife shrugged again, “Crazier things have happened. The board doesn’t approve of the match and they won’t trust the man that she’s chosen, so they won’t vote her in as CEO when the time comes. You get what you want in the long run. Your son ascends to the throne.” She took a long drag of her own drink and winked at James to signal for another. Charles watched the bartender’s head drop. If he denied her, they both knew that she’d make a scene.

“It’s not always about the money, Carol,” Charles whispered.

Carolyn rolled her eyes before she blew a kiss at James as he replaced her empty glass with a full one. “Last one, Carol,” James said smoothly. Carolyn rolled her eyes again.

“That Julian character isn’t right for her. He doesn’t know anything about honest money.”

“He knows how to make her happy,” Carolyn quipped, playing with the apple rind instead of downing the drink.

“You know he’s a drug lord. I’ve got pictures—“

“Of a boy in Harlem with baggy pants on. You had your cop friends stop and frisk him at least six times in as many weeks and they found less than nothing on him.” There was nothing more embarrassing than seeing a photo of your daughter’s fiancé being frisked against a storefront in the front section of the newspaper.

“He’s going to take Linda off to Columbia or whatever—“

“The Dominican Republic?”

“And she’s going to be part of a drug family!”

“Charles, you’re an idiot.”

“You’re just going to let that boy take her off to the Caribbean, where we’ll never see or hear from her again?”

Carolyn looked her husband dead in the eyes, sober as if she’d never taken a sip that evening. “Yes.”

She turned her body in search for James, and signaled for him to come over. James was taking care of another couple, but he acknowledged her need.

Charles stared at the back of his wife’s head with increasing rage.

“Is the kitchen still open, James?” Carolyn purred at the young bartender.

“It is, Mrs. Putnam, shall I get you a menu?”

“My husband and I will take the ahi tuna sliders and some calamari. Gotta cut this drink with some food,” she requested with a wink and the blow of a kiss.

“That’s going to be the picture on Page 6, you know,” Charles mocked.

“I’d rather that than a blurred picture of Linda’s naked body. If anyone is taking her away from us, it’s you, Charles,” his wife spat.

He slammed his fist on the bar, bringing everyone in the room to attention. The pain of it wasn’t dulled enough by the bourbon. “You should be grateful that your husband wants both the family and the family business safe!”

Carolyn pouted, cocking her head to the side and leaned into her husband’s face, “oh, thank you, husband, thank you,” she crooned.

Charles grabbed his wife’s jaw in his hand, squeezing it and looking her in the eyes, “you are the beneficiary of every single decision I’ve ever made. Don’t you dare mock me in public,” he snarled. The gasps and sounds of smartphone cameras taking pictures forced him to take his hands off his wife. James walked over.

“Mrs. Putnam, would you like—“

“My husband had a bit too much to drink. He’s not hurting me. We’re fine,” She turned to the rest of the dining room, which stared at them in suspended animation, “I’m fine everyone! Your dinner is on us!” A few claps came to this and then conversation resumed in earnest.

“$100,000 bourbon. Jesus Christ.”

“A small price to pay. You’ll never get our daughter’s dignity back.”

Charles reached for the bourbon, but James had cleared it away. Instead, the man came over with a plate of sliders and calamari. He also had a written bill with the price quote for all of the tables in the room.

“Bring me a water,” Charles contemplated how he was going to explain this charge to his accountant.

“This calamari makes me think of the club in New Haven,” Carolyn said dreamily as she dipped a ring in garlic aioli and popped it into her mouth.

“If you’re so offended by the release of those pictures, why did you have your man take them in the first place?”

“Because they were innocent, and she would have taken any amount of money for her shares without any incident. Now all of our weapons will shred apart the fiancé. Nobody is going to be happy now. His deleted tweets are disastrous.” Her smile grew with each bite.

Charles was please for the first time that evening. “What did you find?”

“The same thing I found out about you. My lawyer will be calling in the morning.”

Gummy Snacks Fuel My Lit

 

That’s right, gummy snacks.

First, I’m going to pat myself on the back for a second. I have written, as of this moment, over 5,000 words of fiction! WHAT WHAT!?!!?!? *RAISE THE ROOF!!!!*

(do people still do that?)

(Fuck it, I’m doing it.)

(yeeeaaah, that’s the stuff…)

Anyhoo, yes, this post is about gummy snacks. Because I really could not have written those 5,000 words without them.

I didn’t always love gummy snacks–mostly because my mother had basically banned them from my childhood. Pure sugar, nothing of value, and she’s not a big “snack” person. If we were eating, we were eating. Something prepared, something made with love. Gummy snacks were not prepared. Neither were chips or popcorn (though we had that on Friday evenings) or any other traditional snack you can think of. Food was a meal, and snacks were not meals.

Ohhh, but when I went to college, the rules of my household (and my mother’s tyrannical grocery shopping) were gone from my life. My “Freshman 15” was actually a loss (because the food in the caf was, in a word, atrocious) but I did ignite a passion for one particular snack: Welches’ Fruit Snacks. I was a political science major, but Freshman year at a liberal arts college is all about core classes anyway. One of those core classes was a particularly well lead English lit course. I loved it. And the reading schedule was rigorous, but I didn’t care at all. Snacking and reading go hand in hand, and there have actually been studies that show that chewing something like gum while taking assessments or studying can help brain function and recall. Not interested in the various chips or super-sweet confections in the dorm vending machines, I chose fruity snacks on a whim one night. They’ve been my snack of choice for writing and reading ever since.

I certainly know that i love the flavor of fruity gummy snacks, but I also think that there is a texture element that I like, too. They are soft, so they don’t make an annoying crunchy sound. They eventually disintegrate, so you can swallow and make room for more. And they don’t run out of flavor instantly like gum does. You enjoy it till it’s gone. Since your mind is free from such worries as “eww, my fingers are sticky” or “eww, the flavoring on the chips is all over my fingers and I can’t type/turn the page” or “augh, I have to freaking spit out my gum” or “augh, there is chocolate all over the place” or even “I can’t put my chocolate bar down on [surface name here] because the chocolate will stain everything,” you get to concentrate solely on what you are consuming or creating.

My one vexation regarding gummy snacks?

They come in packages of, like, five.

Seriously! You can only seem to get the adult-sized gummy snacks at Costco and we only go there once a month, so I’ve been stuck buying the piece-meal packages that are targeted for children. Yeah, they come in interesting shark shapes that are fun to ponder. Yeah, they have weird and interesting flavors that are nice to savor. But why, for the love of God, do they come in packs of maybe 6?

and then you only get 10 little packets per box!!!

WHAT IN THE WHAT!?!?!?!!?

I feel like I’d be pissed about this even if I were 7 or 8.

So, when I was really getting down with writing the prequel for Before Her Time, (which I’ve tentatively named Accountability, and I’ll have an excerpt tomorrow) I’d be plowing through like three little packets! I was out of those suckers by Wednesday.

I didn’t panic. The words still flowed and the stories were still completed.

But the process didn’t have the same comfort that it would have had.

I know that I should probably consume less sugar when I’m writing. I feel like all writers have their vices. I can’t, however, claim that fruity snacks are any better than alcohol, as we know diabetes and obesity in this country have certainly ravaged this great country. I’m not morbidly obese, but I probably shouldn’t be eating a million pieces of fruity snacks.

But we all need fuel for our lit. And gummy snacks are my current fuel.

I’ll try to switch to water at some point. Maybe.

 

What fuels your lit? Is it a terrible vice or something healthy and wonderful?

Writer Wednesday: Tripped Over that First Hurdle

 

Ohhhhmygoodness it’s Wednesday. Already. How the hell did that happen. I swear, I have been writing, but clearly I’m not accomplished! Too much left to do this week!!! Roar! Let’s go to the boards:

 

1) I freaking must finish the prequel for Before Her TIme. I am 2,000 words into this thing, and it shows no signs of stopping. I think that I’m allllmoooosssstttt there, but I think that I have another 2,000 words more before this story is complete. Excerpt by Friday. EXCERPT BY FRIDAY!!!! (roar!)

Can I tell you, I’ve written somewhere in the ballpark of 5,000 words for this short story. Unfortunately, I’ve deleted about 3,000 words of work between Monday and now. I kept writing things, losing steam, staring at my computer, feeling stuck, and then deciding to go in a completely different direction. I did this a good 4 times, writing an average of 800 words before deciding that I went down the wrong path. I think I found the right direction, but I’m at 2079 words despite all the work I’ve done!! SO FRUSTRATING!!!! This story will be finished. By Friday. Come hell or high water!

2) Flash Fiction for Chuck this week? Let’s pick a line right now… Here we go: “That plan didn’t fly, superhero, and now we’re short a bazooka.” I liked this line the first time I read it and it has been with me all weekend. I envision a wedding. Let’s see.

*sigh* What the hell, man… I have a good idea for this one…but I am not going to do it unless I finish this short story. The goal is to get to this tomorrow night…

3) Write out 1000 words of a YA concept that I have. I’m going to guard this one close to the vest because I think that the idea is interesting and viable. I might share this with my writing group before I put it on this blog. Well… maybe I’ll share a little bit. We’ll see. :)

 

Yeah…studies show this isn’t going to happen given the pace of what I’ve accomplished so far this week.

4) Start the rewrite for Before Her Time. Notice I said “start.” Very ambiguous! Let’s see if we can make that a 100 word minimum, just so I don’t get cute and write only one sentence.

augh!!! So much bitten off this week. There is, like, NO FREAKING WAY this is going to happen!!!

 

Ohhhhhhhhh the pain! The agony of faaaailllllluuuurreeeeeee!!!!

SOMETHING is going to get done this week!

I’m done whining. Time to go write!

Best Practices: Going Analog to Get The Story

I absolutely love my Moleskines. I have three: My “home” journal that keeps all of my various notes and things regarding running life as a family of four. My “project” journal, which contains most of my major projects (including my blog organization and sometimes story outlining). I recently discovered a larger 8×10 Moleskine of mine that had been buried in a box and it is perfect for just dedicating to story writing. Super portable, it fits in my diaper bag and my purse, so now I can take it with me when I’m walking around with the boys. They play, I write. It’s perfect!

I’m currently writing a prequel for Before Her Time, and I’m having a hard time not being distracted by technology. The main character, Tori, is a fictional duchess, and I want to make sure that I get enough details regarding English peerage right so as to not take readers out of the story. Her nobility isn’t central to the story, but people will make enough assumptions that they’ll have certain expectations about behavior, language, location and so forth. Well, I don’t live in England and I’m not schooled on nobility (I actually find it distasteful), so I have to go looking for just the right detail to make it work.

Being lost in Wiki/Google doing research cane sometimes be exhausted. While I’m certainly learning, I’m not writing, and writing is the goal.

So I’ve turned to my trusty story Moleskine to help, even when I’m at home. No research, no google, no wondering…just writing. It is very satisfying to see a few pages full of my chicken scratch in this notebook. I also like having an analog record of my thoughts and inspirations.

I am by no means abandoning my computer. Writing digitally has its own satisfaction, but going old-school has a lot of perks. My Moleskine doesn’t crash….though it can get lost, or blend in with all of the other notebooks in the universe. I love the color Black, I really do, but I wish that had different and more rad colors! I also have a thing about ink stains on my fingers. I know, that’s silly.

I have 2,000 words more of this story to write. Then I have to perform a preliminary edit before I can think about submitting it for critique. I have two little boys that really need to get out and run around this week, though it’s hot at balls outside. This is the life of a woman trying to do it all.

What do you do to “get the story”? What are your favorite tools of the trade?

Optimism Monday: Work Sometimes Pulls You Through

I’m sure you know the news right now about the verdict from the Zimmerman trial. As a mother of two beautiful bi-racial boys, I’m sure you can understand how disappointed I am. I’m not going to spend a lot of time talking about my thoughts in this space, but I will say that I’m going to be working with that much more vigor and intensity…sometimes you have to work through the pain. Sometimes, you have to work through the anger. I’m excited about dedicating this raw energy and passion in working furthering my dreams and the dreams of my sons.

That being said, there is a lot going on in my life. We’re moving to a new apartment while we continue our search for a house (see my post tomorrow), and I think that I might have met the house of my dreams. Good thing I need an extra 70 grand or so to make it workable. Not because we can’t afford the asking price…but because it needs a new septic system ($20-30k!), a new kitchen, a shower, and a way to finish the attic.

You know, no big deal.

So if any of ya’ll have a super rich uncle who really likes moms and likes to cut charitable checks for $70 grand, just let me know!!!

*sigh* Let’s work out our task list:

1) I freaking must finish the prequel for Before Her TIme. I am 2,000 words into this thing, and it shows no signs of stopping. I think that I’m allllmoooosssstttt there, but I think that I have another 2,000 words more before this story is complete. Excerpt by Friday. EXCERPT BY FRIDAY!!!! (roar!)

2) Flash Fiction for Chuck this week? Let’s pick a line right now… Here we go: “That plan didn’t fly, superhero, and now we’re short a bazooka.” I liked this line the first time I read it and it has been with me all weekend. I envision a wedding. Let’s see.

3) Write out 1000 words of a YA concept that I have. I’m going to guard this one close to the vest because I think that the idea is interesting and viable. I might share this with my writing group before I put it on this blog. Well… maybe I’ll share a little bit. We’ll see. 🙂

4) Start the rewrite for Before Her Time. Notice I said “start.” Very ambiguous! Let’s see if we can make that a 100 word minimum, just so I don’t get cute and write only one sentence.

This is a busy week but an important week. I want to get to Friday night exhausted and out of words.

Let’s go out and have a productive week. A week for dreamers, workers, cabbages and kings!

Accountability Friday: A Creative but Less-Than-Productive Week

Wow, what a week. If I could give a true grade to myself for what I’ve done, I’d give myself a “C”. The reason why? I could have gotten more done, but I ended up watching a lot of television this week. I spent a lot of time chasing babies or watching the Zimmerman trial during my usual writing time.  I was also so brain-dead after the dinner/bath/bedtime routine that I couldn’t contemplate writing, too. But that’s not a good excuse. I should have gotten more done this week.

 

1) Work on an idea for a new character/story, that connects two interesting ideas that came to me this weekend.

Not crossing it out because I’m not done, but I’m 2,000 words into a really great story/character idea. I’m hoping to post an excerpt on Monday, and submit it for group critique as well.

2) Rewrite Before Her Time completely and submit that for critique also.

I knew that I bit off more than I could chew this week. Before her Time will come next week…along with a flash fic too?

3) Return to my novel project, and create one complete area of world building–focus on Religion and Culture this week.

*sigh* Short story writing is really killing my novel writing… I’m going to completely table the novel idea right now. We’re going to revisit in October, plan for it, and then rock it out for Nano in November.

4) Enter Chuck’s sentence contest this week with the goal of winning.

Done. I wasn’t among the winners, but the ones that Chuck chose are interesting! I hope I can write a flash fic next week…

 

I’m excited about the idea that I’m developing. I wish that I had spent more time on it this week…

 

Hope you all have restful, inspiring weekend!