Saturday, November 10, 2012

Blog – November 2012 Challenge FAIL!

Okay, so I just realized that I did not do a blog yesterday, November 8, 2012.  EKK, it was such a busy day that it didn’t even cross my mind.  So here goes for the reminder of the month.  I know I can’t get 100% now but I should stick it out and complete the rest of it anyways. I’m always the one where as soon as I screw it up, I’m done. I’m trying to change that around for myself.  Oh and on that note of not doing a blog yesterday I didn’t write one single word for NaNo either.  Bad me, right?  So now I’m 2,000 words behind on NaNo and missing a day of blogging.  I can recover; for once I’m not feeling the absolute worthlessness of screwing up. I know I missed. 
Now I was supposed to post this yesterday...and again didn't get to it. this time I blame getting a new phone! Either way I'll keep going as best as I can.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Blog – Day 7 – November 2012 Challenge

I have to thank my elderly neighbors for getting the daily paper. If it wasn’t for them I would never read the news.  I don’t watch it or care to hear about it. But this morning I actually wondered who my President was.  As I walked out the door with my son I glanced down and saw the word “Obama.” That was enough and I continued on my way to a normal day.  I don’t care either way; I don’t vote so I don’t get to complain. 

On a different not, I was pondering a common thought I have while driving this evening. I’ve always wondered about that person in history who made a lot of the same decisions that I have so far in my life. There have been so many people in the world since its creation; there’s no way I’m that unique.  Yes, I know that certain things I do and in the order I do them are unique, but the choices and thoughts I have are not.  I’ve always wondered who in history made the closest discussions in their life time that would match mine.  When in history did this person live; was it a female; did they have the same thoughts and feelings after they did what they did.  Who in history is the closest to me? I know this will never be answered but it sure would be neat to meet that person. I’d like to hear if anyone else has ever thought of this, please share with me.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Blog – Day 6 – November 2012 Challenge

I’ve been reviewing websites about writing and blogging so learn more.  There is so much information out there which is great; it’s just picking the right information to follow that can be a little challenging.  I hope to learn a lot to make this blog worth people’s time so that they come back wanting to read my posts and commenting on how to enjoyed them. I’m over 10,000 words and counting with my NaNoWriMo which is just awesome for me.  I’m hoping to find an editor at some point. When I’m done writing this month and get the story better organized I can have it edited by someone who knows how to do that. I’m thinking about looking into UNL writing students. I think this would be great for them because I’d put their names on the book as the editor and it would give them some great experience. We shall see how that goes when I get there. Still the cart before the horse; though I’m getting my writing done so that’s a positive for me.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Blog – Day 5 – November 2012 Challenge

So I had an epiphany this morning.  I was pondering my story when I realized that I would love to be able to write a sentence that told my story.  So then I flashed back to what I wrote a few days ago, mocking people who write on how to write the perfect sentence. Well now I’ve come around and I want to be able to do that.  It is part of the snowflake writing process. I want to write a good synopsis for my story and it should start with a great sentence.  You can obviously tell that I don’t have the best grammar either. I need to work on that. My husband read the draft of my flash fiction and reminded me that I write like I talk; therefore he would need me to clarify a few things.  That is good, that’s what I want. But then it also frustrates me because I feel I’m already explaining everything well in the story.  Then I’m being told I’m not.  Don’t get me wrong, I am very thankful that he does question what I write because it shows me where holes are in my writing.  I may get frustrated about it but it’s not his fault he is being awesome and doing exactly what I’m asking of him.  I just hate the fact that my writing it’s awesome the first time around. Now I will get over my complaining and work on getting better.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Blog – Day 4 – November 2012 / Flash Fiction Challenge: The Body

Flash Fiction Challenge: The Body.
This flash fiction story is going to help kick start me into working on my main Nano story today. Thank you to Chuck Wendig for providing this challenge off of his website

Sarah peers out the kitchen window into her beautifully backyard. This was her favorite place to be; the aroma of delicious backing and the view of the forest at bay behind her tall cider fence.  She couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful home. 
                “Dear you may want to come in here and watch this weather.”
                “I’ll be right there dear.”
Sarah put away the last breakfast dish, taking a step back to admire her clean and organized kitchen. Laying the damp drying cloth out precisely on the counter she made her way into the living room where Ted was watching the weather.
                Hurricane Sandy will be reaching our area this afternoon; winds up to 60 miles per hour with heavy rain. We suggest everyone take immediate flooding prevention around their house. Make sure your outside belongings are put away in a secured building. 
                “Sarah, I think I’ll take a half day at work so I can get the house prepared.”
                “Ted,” Sarah smiled down at him. “You don’t have to worry about any of that. We’ve been through storms before. I’ll make sure it’s all taken care of.” Sarah leaned over and kissed Ted on the forehead.
                “You need to get going if you’re going to make it to work on time.” 
She playfully pushes him out of the chair.  Retrieving his coat from the closet she rushes him out the door.  Standing behind the bay window in the front room she waves to Ted as he pulls out of the drive way.  As his car moves out of sight, a sigh of relieve takes over. 
                “Time to get back to work.”
Her friends always praised her house as being impeccably clean. She wished to keep it that way.  The day went on and the storm clouds quickly moved in.  Two o’clock, time for her afternoon break. The rain beat down drowning out all other noise and the wind wiping through her backyard.  Her flowers didn’t stand a chance in this weather. She had the best flower garden in the neighbor. It sat on a little hill at the back end of the yard.  It could be seen perfectly from any of the kitchen windows. Though today, she could barely see her backyard through the down pour.  Standing at the sink clean her dishes from break she could see the dirt from her flower garden washing off its little hill down onto the grass. Her heart instantly sank; the crash of the glass hitting the counter startled her. 
                “Deep breath Sarah, it will be okay.”
She quickly cleaned up the plate and put it away.  A giant gust of wind threw some of her flowers at the window violently.  Her flower garden is being ruined and there’s nothing she can do about it.  She quickly got her rain coat on; she knew she needed to get out there and make sure all her equipment was put away. Standing next to the sliding glass door to her backyard; she glanced up. Something was poking out of her flower bed.  She started moving faster; she had to get out there.  She made sure she laid a towel out by the door. She wouldn’t want to track mud anywhere in her lovely clean house.  As she stepped outside the rain jacket didn’t stop any cold water from chilling her to the bone. A gust of wind almost took her off her feet. She grabbed at the stair railing slowly making her way down onto the lawn.  Her heart was racing almost as fast as the rain was hitting her jacket. She could barely make out the corner of an old wooden box sticking out of the ground. A piece of wood had been punched out of the protruding corner.  She knew what she had to do. Hurrying to the shed behind the garden she pulled open the door. A giant gust of wind ripped the door right out of her hand and off their hinges.  Hand throbbing, there was no time to cry quickly she grabbed a hammer and long thick nails.  Turning around to leave she noticed her clean tile floor covered in mud.  She hated seeing all this filth in her clean shed.
She was furious now, stupid storm, stupid hole, and stupid dirty mud. It all just needs to go back to the way it was.  She carefully walked out of the shed grabbing a block of wood off a pile next to the now open door. Back into the pounding rain storm she charged.  Knelled down into the mud that used to be her garden only a few hours ago.  The horrible truth about her beautiful garden was being revealed by the storm. She wiped off more mud from the box revealing chains and an amulet still wrapped around the box. She was relieved that nothing had been disturbed. She peered around her through the rain and wind; no eaves dropping neighbors today. Thank goodness.  She picked up the piece of wood and placed it over the opening. 
                “Let me out SARAH!”
Fear shot straight down her spine as she fell back into a pool of mud that had built up behind her.  It wasn’t supposed to be awake. She quickly scurried back up to the box. 
                “Sarah, I know it’s you.  You have to let me go; I can’t stay in here forever. One day I will get out!”
She knew she had to shut it up; she had to secure and rebury the box.  She pushed the piece of wood back down over the hole so hard it vibrated her hand. She fumbled for her hammer and nails. As she hammered in three nails the voice was screaming at her to let it go.  With the last strike of the final nail, all went silent.   
                “Looks like I’ll have to make this garden hurricane proof.”

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Blog – Day 3 – November 2012

Its day 3 and I’m still going strong; huzzah for me.  I’ve also been keeping up on my number count, or maybe a little over.  Yes, I know it’s only day 3 but for me it’s a great thing when I’ve made it past that two day mark.  Now to work on making it past the 3 day mark.  It’s Saturday, so I’ve choosen my reward(s) for writing as playing WoW for a certain amount of time before I get back to writing.  Yes, I do play that game. Yes, I do like that game.  Luckily over the years I have learned to moderate my game play which is a very good.  Now I have my awesome husband who loves to play and will only play if I don’t want to.  This allows me to think about the other things, projects, chores I need to do and gets me to do them so that he can enjoy playing. As I save this entry I realize that I have labeled each day with what day number it is. I then say what day it is in my writing. I guess I just want to make sure that you’re up to speed with me? Yeah….that’s right, that’s what I’m doing. I just got done reading a little blog on LLO for NaNoWriMo and it hit home for me.  Keith K. wrote, ” Don’t wish your life away or try to live in the future as someone hoping to look back on the past. It’ll only rip the space-time continuum. I’ve done the math.” I feel that’s exactly what I do; I want to be done with the writing so I can enjoy the end part. It’s something I struggle with.  What he continues to say about this subject is very inspiring.  Here’s the link: 
Enjoy the read and back to work on my story! I’m at 4939 and counting on this Saturday morning!

Friday, November 2, 2012

Day 2 – Blog November 2012

Ah day 2. Yep, that’s about it.  The morning isn’t giving too much to write about; but if I keep pecking at this keyboard I’m sure more writing will spew out. So if its days two and I already have this much to say; I’m going blow this challenge again. Can you read the sarcasm in that last sentence? I sure slathered it in there. From the rules, well more of a guideline for the blog for November, I didn’t read that each blog had to be so many words.  I would like to do a good paragraph or two to get in the writing mode before I start onto my Nano for the day.  –An hour later– So a really close friend of mine was awesome and read all my blogs and stated she liked the story about Nora and wanted to read more about her.  I did that as a character background for a roll playing game.  It is an interesting story and I enjoyed writing it. Maybe I take another swing at it and just keep going with it.  I love hearing when someone has enjoyed my story. I want the feeling I get when I watch or read something and really enjoy the characters and get involved in the story to where if someone dies my heart hurts or I even cry.  Those are the types of stories I want to be able to portray and feelings I want out of people. If I write something so dramatic that they want to throw my book because they are so emotional about what they just read; I’d be very happy.  I want intense emotions, yes I know writing isn’t 100% intense at all times but if it builds up to something that makes a reaction out of the reader; then I did what I set out to do.  I know that if I ever finish something and actually get the part of publishing it I will put something in my author biography or just a note to the reader that I want to hear about their emotions during their read.  We shall see if I get to that stage of it all. I really hope I do.