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Bad Blogger, Bad

So, yeah, I know I’m supposed to be updating this thing regularly.  I just don’t have something to say often enough.  I’m working on that, since I actually do have plenty to say.  It’s just not always relevant.

My work view

This is how revisions look. Seriously.

Does it always need to be relevant?  I don’t know.  I feel as if it does, but I’m not so sure.

Right now, I’m suffering through Revisions Hell.  And let me tell you, it is Hell.  Maybe not Ninth Circle of Hell material, but Hell nonetheless.  I not only have to read my own writing while convincing myself it is far less worthy than it really is, I have to FIX it.  Now removing all my beloved ellipsis and run on sentences is easy.  Flow and plot holes takes more finess.  Keeping at it is the hardest part.  It takes a great deal of focus and focus is hard to find lately.

Far more enjoyable is planning.

Planning what, you ask.  (Yeah, I’m sure you asked, don’t burst my bubble.)

Why, I’m glad you asked!  I am planning a collaboration with a friend and fellow abused writer.  We shall be writing a post apocalyptic dystopia together.  It’s been a great lesson in world building. (He’s much better at world building.  I hope I can teach him as much about character building.)  I haven’t ever done a collaboration before, not willingly anyway.  Sometimes it’s hard when ideas clash, but when it works, it works beautifully.  I can only hope that it will continue being an interesting experience.

I’m also planning a series of short stories that I hope won’t ever see the light of day.  Possibly the dark of night, though.  Very dark night.  Either way, it will be fun for me to write, and that’s what counts sometimes.

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Words Are Ebil

Yesterday I entered Revisions Hell.

Revisions Hell

It is not really a nice place to be, but maybe I can at least get a tan while I’m visiting.

I discovered, just while doing spell check, that I am a word addict.  Not in the general sense of ‘I’m a writer, I’m addicted to words.’  No, I fall into the ‘I just can’t help myself, I must use this word over and over and over again and misspell it EVERY DAMN TIME.’

I also make words up.  Particularly adverbs, which I should be limiting, not making up more of.

I cannot help myself when it comes to complicated sentences that look like comma confetti.  I cannot tell you just how many sentences I’ve had to pick apart, simply because they are impossible to read.

I have, apparently, left sanity behind at some point.  And the rules of grammar.  (Ok, my grammar isn’t too bad, I’m not often finding things that are glaring mistakes or massive mis-usages.  Which is just wonderful.  I am just prone to gross abuse of those rules.)  And there I go making up words again!

So, here is my little list of words I over use with a glorious disregard to conventions of literature:

Embarrass – FMC (female main character) is always embarrassed and I spell it wrong every single time.

Murmur – None of my characters are very up on diction and enunciation.  Go figure.

Scraggly – This is a particular favorite of mine.  Everyone needs to go get themselves cleaned up, since half my characters are described as being scraggly.

Eyes – I have a distinct obsession with my characters’ eyes and I refuse to use words like ‘orbs,’ and ‘optics’ to replace it.

Though – I have no defense, though I’m having a hard time getting rid of them.

Weird – This is another one I habitually misspell.  And yes, everything is weird.

Guilt – Not remorse, retribution, blame, culpability or any other synonym.  Just guilt.

There are more.  So many more.  I should keep a proper list and share the whole thing.   I have made good friends with a thesaurus to help with this horrible affliction.

This is Not a Tomato

My toddler is beginning to talk.

He doesn’t use proper words often, but when he does, it’s worth listening to.

Toddler:  “Stuck!”  He holds out my tool box.

Mommy: “These are my toys.  You have lots and lots of toys, I only have a few that you can’t play with.”

Toddler: “Don’t need toys.”   Then he tries to get me to open the tool box for him.

See?  He doesn’t need toys, he just needs tool.  Or my phone.  Or my camera.  Or my laptop.  Or anything else that is mine that I don’t want him to play with.  Easy.

This is not a tomato.

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My NaNo Progress

Last night I hit 42,000 words.  In eight days.

My brain is a little… fried. (more…)

Six Sentence Monday?

So, I forgot yesterday was Sunday.  Here are your sentences.

He didn’t try to disuade me with his words, just let his body tell me how he felt. “Besides, we are in your parents’ living room and they are only in the kitchen.” His voice was teasingly low, thrumming softly against my ear. It was totally dirty war fare. He knew the things that set me off, even if I couldn’t remember him learning them. He gave a low chuckle at my growl, nuzzling at my neck.

From Go, Little Novelist, Go

Camp NaNoWriMo

So, all has been silent in my blog land.  It is not a lack of love at all.  It is a scramble for word count like the insane freak that I am.  It is nearing the end of day three, and I will be closing it out with twenty thousand words.

Yeah, I roll like that.

I’ve been churning out words in psychotic quantities.  People ask me how I do it. (more…)

Camp NaNoWriMo Survival Guide

Remember in that glorious amber glow of happy childhood memories, packing up to get ready to head off to summer camp?  Bug spray and swim suits, socks and plenty of undies.  A bag of treats you weren’t supposed to be bringing.  Your mom foisting off stationary and pens on you, as if you’d actually have time to write!  A journal that would be as empty when you head home as when you head off.  So many things, all pared down to a duffle bag.

The bunnies followed me to camp…

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