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NaNo's One last hoorah

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Well, NaNoWriMo is done for 2016. I exceeded my word count and everything is all happy and smiles.

 

However, its not the end for me. Tonight I will be hosting a final TGIO party for my group of Wrimo’s. (I’m a Municipal Liaison for NaNo)

 

Tonight we will laugh, vent, maybe even cry. All while stuffing our faces with pizza and snacks!

 

And the best news of all – the creativity isnt going to end with NaNoWriMo and the joint venture with the Library system that allowed us to use their facilities for our events.

 

I have coordinated with the directors of the Library system to host creative writing classes every other month throughout 2017 to bring in new writers and introduce them to their inner creative monsters and to the NaNoWriMo project. Its going to be a beautiful thing.

 

As for December, however, after tonights shindig, I am going to take the month to myself. I am going to bring all my roleplay gaming characters out of their sleep mode and start to game writing again. I’ve missed my writing buddys and the worlds of the two games I play. Will Genesis finally kill Addison? Will Addison find werewolf biscuits and win the heart and friendship of Genesis? Will Nemesis finally reach her goal of collecting more kittens in Ravenblack than anyone ever? Oh, the things I will write for my beloved characters.

 

January will see me balancing, with no pressure, between my gaming writing and my continued work on my novel. Streamlining, editing, all that stuff that makes liquor taste a lot better.

 

I also still have collections of short stories to share. Newly written ones as well! Oh! Lets not forget those little teases of Book Two excerpts either. AND SMUT! Okay, well, not a lot of smut, I know its not for everyone. Sometimes I just feel the need to share my dirty little writings. I CAN write more than horror…I can do romance. Its rough and tumble romance…but you can feel the love….ugh, I ramble…

 

I’m hoping 2017 will be much nicer to me than 2016 was. Once I get this spinal surgery done I am hoping to be a little more pain free and active. I miss my treadmill at the gym. And swimming. Gosh do I love swimming.

 

I also have travel plans for late in 2017 to go to Guatemala with my bestest friend in the world to see my mom! So exciting. I’ve got my passport paperwork, and had to wait for an official copy of my birth certificate, but I am ready to get the process started now.

 

So, I have things to do and people to harass for now.

 

Be sweet my lovelies…


November 2016 Day 30

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Final day of NaNoWriMo! WOOHOO…I made it! I beat the 50k word goal AND I haven’t finished my novel. I made too many changes, and they proved to be for the better, making for a heartier read when the book is done, edited and ready for print.

 

And todays final BlogHer prompt would tie in to that in a way.

 

However, let me say, that in all my years of adulting, and trying to avoid it, have I never been asked to choose a word for myself for the oncoming year. Resolutions….blah. I kind of like this word for myself for the year. It can encompass so many things in life.

 

So, for today’s Blogher prompt:

Nov. 30: Have you chosen a word of the year for yourself for 2017? What is it? If not, what words would you consider?

 

The first word that comes to mind for me is ‘determined’. Alternatively, determination. For 2017 I am determined to reach all those little goals I’ve set for myself, but simply put off in 2016.

 

Goals and projects.

 

I have quite a few projects that I have been shoving off to the back burner, such as releasing some of my adult literature/smutty romances. I have quite a few all ready for circulation. I just need cover art.

 

Getting my house in order. I mean, to the naked eye its fine, but my old office, which is the third bedroom, has been turned into a storage room. I recently purchased one of those big barn looking portable storage things. I am taking all that stored and boxed up stuff and moving it into the storage barn when it is delivered. Oh, I can’t wait until it’s delivered. Then I can once again have a guest bedroom, as my daughter took over the original guest room for herself.

 

New furniture. I want (don’t need) a new living room set. It’s not needed, as stated, I just want to rejuvenate the home.

 

Now, something I am need of to help alleviate further back problems is a new mattress and box spring. I already have what I want picked out. No more springs for me. A nice firm memory foam and gel type bed. Very pricey, but I think, after all the rave reviews my sister has given me about her own bed, that it will be worth it.

 

I am determined to meet my goals. Those goals demand discipline in several areas, such as time management and sticking to a good budget for savings and purchases.

 

After my back surgery, I am also determined to get back into the gym. Keep my back strong, tone up my legs, and strengthen my core.

 

To sum my word up for 2017…it would definitely be ‘determined’.

 

And there we have the end of NaBloPoMo 2016.

 

Hope you have all enjoyed it!


November 2016 Day 29

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Today is a slow moving day for me. Noon snuck on me before I even knew it. And I haven’t gotten a thing accomplished. Oh, well, other than the fact that I did a load of laundry yesterday and completely forgot about it – so now its being re-washed.

 

Nothing on the NaNo front as of yet, but my word counts keep flowing daily, some better than others. I am technically finished, having reached 50k last week, but the story isn’t finished, or the 30 days – and that’s my goal.

 

Now, on to todays BlogHer prompt:

Nov. 29: What was your most embarrassing or scary trip to the doctor?

 

It was about 6 years ago now, and my chest hurt really bad. It felt like I had taken a bite of a big dry sandwich and it was stuck in my esophagus. Burping didn’t help, drinking something didn’t help. It didn’t burn like heartburn.

 

So I got scared.

 

I went to the ER and come to find out, in all my fear, it was a form of heartburn – however – they ordered a Heart Cath to be done.

 

That was scary. Laying on the table as they insert a tube through your groin up through your body and to your heart with the possibility of having to put stents in.

 

Everything checked out fine though. My ticker is in good shape, despite me having COPD. So it was a relief in the end.

 

And that’s my story for this prompt. It was more on the scary side than embarrassing.

 


November 2016 Day 28

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It’s been a busy morning, and I have worked on my NaNo writing, but I’m not finished yet. However, my brains needed a break from the novel. So I took myself to Hobby Lobby and picked up a few things. Mainly some upholstery fabric for my office chair (I hate the leather feel, so I got a lovely quilted fabric) and some things needed for the project.

 

I have other things going on inside of this brain of mine. More story ideas. Mostly short stories. I’m jot the ideas down and that will give me something to toy with when the mood strikes.

 

 

So on to today’s BlogHer prompt:

Nov. 28: What was your most precious possession when you were a kid?

 

When I was little, I had this large stuffed animal. It was a lamb. I used it as a pillow, and kept it very safe in my room. Of course, her name was Lamb chop. I know, how original. Come on, I was like, four years old. However, I kept that same silly lamb all the way into my early teens until after many fix- ups and stitches the poor lamb needed that it just disintegrated. I have never seen another lamb quite like it. Not for the massive size it was. I don’t even know where my mom had gotten, because when you are four and presented with a lamb that’s as big as you are, you just don’t question it. You love and cuddle it.

 

Now, as an adult, I have…oddities. So many. I can’t pick a favorite. I rotate them out, sometimes buying more when something truly captivating catches my weird eye. Living Dead Dolls, homemade voodoo dolls from New Orleans, voodoo dolls I’ve made myself. Then there are my Walking Dead figures and my Pacific Rim Jaeger’s – Gypsy Danger being my favorite, of course. My skeletal animals. Candles galore. We won’t start on my coffee mug collection.

 

There is one constant in all my oddities that never leaves the edge of my desk however. That would be Edgar Allen Poe. He’s a rather tall figure, and off course, he’s a bobble head. At his feet is his ever-present raven. I give him a poke now and then and he kindly gives me a nod of approval.

 

The eccentricities go on and on…I have nearly a whole room full of boxes of stuff.

 

 

So there we have it!


November 2016 Day 25

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Day after Thanksgiving, I’m tired, I’m hung-over. Feeling every bit sluggish. My office is in a state that is unacceptable to me and its really working on my last OCD nerve – however, they are not my items to be moving and re-organizing and cleaning up, they belong to a guest. I have to pull in those negative feelings about ‘my space’ and how I like it to be kept. However, very soon it won’t be an issue. I have ordered a portable storage barn for the backyard. Everything that is jammed packed into my third bedroom will be going in there, and my semi-permanent houseguest will have their own room and office desk in that room and the use of my drafting table in there, so that my own personal office space will be mine once again. Thank goodness for that, because I am two ticks away from losing my shit.

 

So, on to todays BlogHer prompt:

Nov. 25: What do you think we could all do better with if we looked at it with a child’s eyes?

 

Everything. Honestly, everything.

 

Children of a particular age have no use for racism, discrimination and hate in their little lives. They live life to the fullest with no political/religious/social ends. The world is clear and free to them. All they want is safety, security and to be themselves.

 

Everything would be richer and fuller. The world would be filled with more kindness toward everyone and everything. We would have the grand scale of beauty in raw form in art and literature. Our minds would be free and not polluted with the little things they are filled with today as adults. The muck that muddles the mind.

 

It would all be appreciated more by the world at large.


November 2016 Day 24

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No NaNo word count yet, too many things going on this morning. Cooking, watching TV…drinking. YES, THERE…I ADMIT IT! I am aiming to get a little tipsy by this evening, logging into one of my RP Games, and doing some RP writing. I have taken most of the month away from my characters and their respective significant others, so now they all deserve to be let out of the box and enjoy a day with their loved ones. I know, I’m weird. My characters in my RP worlds are precious to me.

 

So, on to todays BlogHer prompt:

 Nov. 24: Have you ever rage-quit a job?

 

Yes, I have rage quit one job. I would do it again, as well.

 

You see, I used to work as a night auditor for a hotel in the local area. My daughter was only 4 at the time. These people would abuse the fact that I needed money (which subsequently all went into someone to keep my daughter for me).

 

Here is what my typical schedule would look like.

Day 1

11pm – 7am

3pm- 11pm

 

Day 2

7am-3pm

11pm-7am

 

Sometimes, I didn’t even get hours off between shifts. I would work one drastically long shift from 11pm to 3pm. BUT…these people would not give me 40 hours a week, so no overtime, and no benefits. Just me, exhausted. Did I mention I was only making minimum wage as well?

 

So my boiling point came at the holidays. They knew I was a single mom. All other employees were much old; their kids lived half way across the country and had no grant plans for holiday events.

 

Not a single person would volunteer to take my shifts so I could be with my daughter, or even just have a decent break and catch my breath.

 

So, I didn’t exactly rage out. I sent a letter to corporate, and that same morning, I gave a sort of nasty note to management and my fellow employees telling them all to enjoy rushing to cover my shifts because I quit. When management came in, read the note, they panicked, and I smiled and walked out the door, never to go back.

 

I got on with a new job shortly after that left me working with ideal hours. M-F, 8am-5pm.

 

So, only one job really got under my skin. And I rectified that. Do I feel bad? Hell no. That place was toxic for me at that time in my life, and my daughter needed me more.

 

Well, you all have a great holiday weekend! Watch out for the Black Friday Sales or do like me and order all the things online and drink all the alcohol!


November 2016 Day 23

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I have been out of the house all day, hence the late posting and no NaNoWriMo word count. I’ll have to work on that tonight. Today I ran errands everywhere. Even down to the next town, which is about 40-45 minutes away.

 

 

So I’m keeping the blogging to a minimum today. Sorry folks. L

 

 

 

Now to BlogHers prompt for today:

Nov. 23: What’s the weirdest/grossest thing your pet has ever done?

 

 

Jeffrey Jones. I don’t know what makes him do it, but he loves just SHOVING his nose in the girls butts. I’m talking aggressive shoving. AND THEY LET HIM!! They just stand there and are like ‘okay, dude, whatever floats your boat.’

 

 

And Jeffrey is fixed. He has never even sprayed. I don’t think he’s aware that he can!

 

 

He’s just weird.

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November 2016 Day 22

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No NaNo count yet…my creative juices just DO NOT want to flow today. Plus, being in pain is kind of distracting. So, I’ll work on my NaNoWriMo later.

 

 

On to todays BlogHer prompt:

 

Nov. 22: What TV show are you obsessed with? Share 10 reasons it’s better than the other shows.

 

 

Just one? JUST ONE? Nope, not fair. I hate being asked to list just ONE favorite of anything, because I just don’t think that way. So, you’ll get a list of my favorites, and not quite 10 reasons why.

 

 

Here we go:

 

 

  1. The Walking Dead :
  • A – HELLO… end of the world as we know it drama. Dead things to poke with a stick! Danger, drama, in-fighting!
  •               B – Daryl Dixon anyone? Negan? Come on…hawtness.
  • C – Watching zombies age. Seriously, if you have watched since season one; they have become        skinnier and more brittle.
  • D – Carl. Watching him grow from little snot nosed brat to big snot nosed brat who can kick your     ass. Nice one.
  •               E – Plain old people are more of a threat than the dead things.
  •               F – Mysterious lawn mowing. Serious, who is going around cutting everyones lawn?
  •  G – Gasoline. People…gasoline has a shelf life. At this point, with how they have aged Judith, that shelf life has expired.
  • H – Rick Grime and Michonne anyone?
  • I – Michonne and her sword anyone?
  • J – Michonnes sword anyone?

 

 

  1. Vikings :
  • They’re Vikings!
  • Hot Vikings
  • Tyranny
  • Plundering
  • Lovely duels of wit – from Vikings
  • Pillaging
  • Shield Maidens! Kick ass!

 

 

 

  1. Supernatural :
  • Do I even need to list all the awesomeness that is this show?

 

 

  1. Daredevil :
  • Again, too many reasons. Most importantly though: The Punisher.

 

 

 

That about wraps up what I watch on a regular basis. I like American Horror Story, but will admit to being in and out with it. I don’t watch weekly, I just sort of binge when I feel like it. I don’t know how I feel about this season yet. Didn’t care for last or Circus. Coven was okay. The first season was undoubtedly the best.

 

 

So there you have it.

 

 

Be Sweet, my lovelies…


November 2016 Day 21

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Howdy!

 

No NaNo word count yet today, I am just getting home from yet another doctors visit. This time I got some groovy awesome painkillers. Those two bilateral shots on either side of my spine did not help very much, though I now am sporting two lovely large bruises from them.

 

I’m having a hard time getting around. It hurts – shooting straight up my spine – when I lift my left leg. I am left-side dominant. -.- It hurts to try to change positions in bed. It hurts to step up and down into my office, since it sits lower than the rest of the house and had a big step down.

 

I have to rely on others to help me with day-to-day tasks and it bothers me to no end. I admit, it bothers me more that things aren’t done how I do them. I mean, I am grateful for the help though. Sounds kind of weird, doesn’t it?

 

 

Anywho…let’s move on to the BlogHer prompt for today:

Nov. 21: What is the one thing you wish people better understood about something in your life?

 

My eccentricities. I am a very eclectic and eccentric person, especially for being an introvert. I like my neon green shoes laces in my purple shoes with my purple socks. I like my hair being blue and green streaked at the moment. (It was teal last month)

 

I like that I will only go certain places at certain times. I keep schedules, I keep date books, and I keep PC journal and a hand written journal. I horde post-its, coloring books and a variety of art supplies that I will probably never use.

 

To try to narrow it down is hard. I am very multifaceted.

 

Ever see that meme about a woman having 1000 tabs open in their brain all at once? That is me. My mind never stops. I have to take medications to sleep; otherwise, I’d never sleep. My body would be in way worse shape, too.

 

So, if anything, I would want people to understand that even though I am socially introverted out there in the world, I am a thoughtful, creative, eccentric old southern girl that isn’t as mean as she looks and if you speak to me, you’ll gain a friend. Do not judge on appearances. I DO have that ‘resting b!tch face’ syndrome….Lol.

 

So now, I’m going to see if one of my 1000 open tabs in my brain can pull out my Book Two word document and get to work on another new chapter. J

 

Be sweet, my lovelies…


November 2016 Day 19

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Since there is no BlogHer prompts on the weekend, I thought I’d fill you in on my PAIN. No, really. Yes, lots of pain, but persevering.

 

I’m listening to a meditation mix on my media player – subtle wind chimes with ocean waves and rain with light thunder. So relaxing.

 

The cats are on a rampage today, using anything as a springboard, including my chair and me.

 

I haven’t work on NaNo yet today, but you have been tracking my word count meter, you’ll see the past couple of days have been low in the word count. I can’t concentrate when in pain. I am going to work later to work on one a chapter.

 

For today, however, you will get a snippet of one on the first chapters in Book Two ‘The Path of Redemption’.

 

And here we go…hope you enjoy…

 

“I look for versatility in warriors, for compassion in friends, for the spirit in lovers. You managed to fuse this, so I think you warranted more.” One thing he did not like about the Jeep was the damn separation in the seats. Moving an armrest to have her beside him would have been much more fulfilling. “Grandpa and Dad taught me most, my mom taught me cooking, some Tantric prayers, and about her Shinto arts.”

 

“I like things spiked a lot if I’m going to drink; I usually want the buzz to dull things when I do. So absinthe, Everclear, or those potent types – like moonshine – for me work best.”

 

She smiled again. “Mmm… Absinthe… I forgot about that one… haven’t had it in ages.” She said in a soft tone, letting memory serve her the taste.

 

She toyed with her sword between her knees, sliding her hands over the smooth saya. “Cooking…haven’t a clue on how to do it. I don’t even remember the taste of food. I have memories of things I enjoyed, though, like shrimps, jambalaya, and steak. I just don’t remember the tastes anymore. Just memories, like faded feelings.”

 

Her eyes looked down at her hands. “My mother didn’t like me much. I mean, she loved me and all but left me with the nanny to raise. She resented me, I think because I was a difficult labor and delivery. I ruined her insides. She couldn’t have any more children after me. My Papa on the other hand, tended to spoil me. However, no one treated me as well as Neeta. That was my nanny. When I killed everyone on the plantation, I spared her. She died a nice old age, natural death.” She said, a little sorrow touching her voice.

 

“I’m tired of this life.” She then said, out of nowhere. “I don’t want to die or anything; no no no… I’m tired of the loneliness. I never lamented my darkness, but there are things I would prefer to have in its stead.” She said, letting out a small sigh.

 

She then lifted her face, turning her pale blue eyes to the Templar. She looked him over. He was sexy sitting there driving. An extremely handsome man indeed. She offered a small smile.

 

“Are we there yet?”

 

“You’ll get used to food again pretty quick. It gets boring again fast.” The story of her mother was sad. It also did give insight into why it was so easy for her to slip into the darkness if she felt unloved. He resolved that she would never feel that way ever again. “I’m sorry, hon. I wish I could take that away from your mind’s pain, but what I can do is let you know you are loved now and will always be.”

 

 


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