I took a higher dosage of my prescribed medication so I could attempt to get back on track. Thankfully, I accomplished 29,702 words written with 20,298 to go. I have
59.4 % completed according to Writing.com’s calculator.
I saw Lisa made progress today. I’m happy for Carly she finished. We can do this Lisa.
I got an interesting message from my writing class instructor this afternoon that helped validate my insanity. “BTW I’ve just finished reading your chapters. Excellent!” He gave me an exclamation point, the man never does that. Raz always says save the exclamation point for the best possible moment and only use one in a book to make it damn good.
I’m off to bed, tomorrow I go to Philadelphia to get my Botox injections and to discuss with the doctor about changing my medicines so I have relief longer than a week. This is the third month in a row where the nerve block hasn’t lasted longer than a few days. There has got to be something different to try.
“Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.” ~ Bob Marley
“You don’t know you exist until you see your name chiseled in stone or on the cover of your book. That’s when you become immortalized.”~Lyn Crain
“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”
― Yoko Ono
A lady I knew in Maine, my rival when it came to Halloween decorations passed away unexpectedly yesterday. We’re the same age, and our children are the same ages. I was reminded how short our lives truly are.
I want to take a moment for the families in Texas whose world was turned upside down in a moment of violence. They are in our prayers. I don’t understand why anyone would do that to another human being.
I’ve written 8650 words, monumental for me in 5 days. I was feeling overwhelmed with my character so I decided to take a mental health break. I made a Thanksgiving centerpiece wreath for our table. It went to together easy enough considering this is my very first attempt at making a wreath. (Yup, I followed a youtube video.) The glitter all over the floor was messy and everywhere with help from Macavity. Overall the project took just over two hours from start to finish and the result was very eye appealing.
in what once
was a nation
A Gambler’s Anatomy
City of Dreams
Where America Begins
The Man Who Chose
March of the Lexicon
Words on the Move
Cruel Beautiful World
It’s no longer
When Music Was Life and Death
The Wrong Side of Goodbye
in a Sleeping World
for I Will Sin©
Enjoy your Monday. I need to go Mairin, Bruce and Death are calling.
“The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has been before.” —Albert Einstein
I wrote 3295 words this morning. I got up at 6am and sat writing until noon. I didn’t move except to refill my coffee and to use the bathroom. I decided that I better move around some I worked on taking down Halloween and putting up Thanksgiving. It’s disappointing to me how few decorations there are.
Outside the house, all signs of Halloween have disappeared for another year. Hopefully, we will be living somewhere new by the time Halloween rolls around again. I’m looking forward to next the adventure. I put the scarecrows and the turkey by the front door. I hung a turkey on the storm door. The living room is packed up but that’s as far as I went today.
I decided to have raw veggies, some pepperoni and a cup of tea for dinner and work on the edits Raz sent back. I finished that and decided to work on some more writing. I lost all track of time, missed Grey’s Anatomy again. 😦 but I did churn out 3000 more words.
I haven’t re-read what I wrote yet. I’m happy with calling it a night. I’ll edit tomorrow. I just want to be ahead so I can some quality time with my husband.
I even started a crazy poem today that I’m going to use in my story Death and I
I toss another swig back
feel my lips pucker and eyes bulge.
I know there’s mascara streaks
running down my face.
It hardly matters now.
I wish I’d known love
was cruel before
It played me like a fool.
I’m always wiser
when it’s too late.
So liquor is my new love of choice
I drink your memory away
My friends warn me
drinking is a problem
that it will be the death of me.
Will that even matter?
who knew salvation’s possible
a sip at a time
til bottle’s empty.©
I’ve found myself studying the clock… 3 hours until NaNoWriMo officially begins. Do I go to bed and begin when I rise or do I watch the clock count down and jump in as soon as the clock strikes 12:01am. There are 720 hours or 43, 200 minutes in the month of November. I need to write 1667 words a day or 6.5 pages to meet this goal. I know it’s a do-able goal and there are many successful authors who have done it.
Then I look at myself in the mirror and question my sanity. Then… that dang muse of mine reminds that looking for sanity at this point in my life is hilarious. I haven’t needed it thus far, why do I want it now. Okay, I’ll give my wise-ass muse that point.
The truth of the matter is I really am a driven person, I hate failing. I hate not accomplishing a goal when I set one. However, I wasn’t always like this. There was a point in my life when fear crippled me. Charlotte Eriksson wrote this quote and it summed how I felt for years until I became friends with Vic.
“I thought that if I owned nothing, had nothing, was nothing, I would have nothing left to lose, and I wouldn’t be scared anymore. Because my whole life I’ve been so damn scared. Scared to live because I was scared to death. But at the same I was so scared of living, so I wanted to die. Or maybe so scared of dying that I refused to live.”
He’s patiently encouraged me, stood beside me when I needed strength and laughed with me when I realized that I was truly my own worst enemy. He’s my best friend, my lover and my husband. Today is our 9th wedding anniversary, yes we married on Halloween. He is my biggest champion when it comes to writing. I am truly blessed to have his support on this writing adventure in November. I also know that he will help me stay sane and keep me from losing it if I get stuck.
The key I’ve been told is to write and to do it every day. The words will come and in the end, regardless of the word count success will follow. I need to remember that the real goal is to write, let that happen and not fixate on 50,000. Don’t fall prey to the double edge sword that breaks so many writer’s dreams.
“The Sun will rise and set regardless. What we choose to do with the light while it’s here is up to us. Journey wisely.”
― Alexandra Elle
I love you, Victor Crain. Thank you for being my best friend and my soul mate.
She walked with the Universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings.” ― Ariana Dancu
If I’m feeling stagnated I do have lots of inspiration surrounding me. Normally, I take everything down the first week of November we’ll see how that goes this year. I may have Halloween, Thanksgiving decorations joining my Christmas.
My Muse Asks Why?
Why does her headstone sit alone?
There must be more to this unresolved story
as to why a crooked cross headstone
is not restored to its former glory.
Sadly, it sits neglected in a leaf-strewn meadow.
How lonely it must feel under the fog-shrouded moon
with those tall trees casting an eerie shadow.
Hardly a place for families come to commune
They are all resting in such a lonely place.
One stone indicates a family man but
another indicates nothing, was there a family disgrace?
If only the spirits would help solve this mystery
why several names share the same stone.
I’m sure there must be an interesting history
As to why the neglected headstone sits all alone
” A novel can be set in motion by an incident, a character, a location, a mood, by anything at all Sometimes the stimulus can be an idea, which will rapidly clothe itself in a character.” Cynthia Ozick
- The inciting incident happens in the first act.
- The inciting incident happens to the protagonist.
- The protagonist is usually passive at this juncture; the inciting incident is generally set in motion by someone or something else (a letter, a visit, an encounter)
I wrote for a contest on WDC in October NaNo Prep this short blip on Thanatos.
Thanatos noted every tick-tock of his favorite mantle clock, it was only a matter of time before another human interrupted his beloved solitude. If Hades hadn’t intervened, he would be living like a God should be but oh no, thanks to his supposed good friend Hades he’s a glorified errand boy fetching humans when their time is up while Hades gets all the fair goddesses. The women swarm around Hades but ignore the errand boy. Thanatos felt his life was cursed and he had no idea how to change it.
These humans have no idea how inconvenient they really are. They don’t follow doctor’s orders, do unsafe things and eat way too much and then wonder why their life ends earlier than anticipated. I knew it was too much to hope for, damn humans. I never get to drink a coffee and enjoy my pipe.
Thanatos sighed as he saw Mairin Leith in her doctor’s office. The woman looks like she is in her mid-forties, slightly on the young side for a death sentence. Although Hades does love redheads, that’s probably why he’s messing with her. Is she even hearing the doctor at all? Odd, She didn’t shed a tear or make a sound at all, unassumingly walked out of his office without so much as a word. Nor did she schedule any treatments. Very unusual woman, I need to see what she’s doing before Hade orders me to collect her and I can’t change her circumstances. Thanatos set his coffee on the table and vanished into the chilly autumn air.
He waited beside her old car, it looks like a Monte Carlo. What a wreck, it’s a wonder it gets her to and from. Thanatos pulled the hood up on his coat and fastened it. The air was nippy compared to home. He wondered why Mairin wasn’t cold as he watched her strolling across the parking lot blissfully unaware of his presence until the branch snapped.
“Who are you? Why are you leaning on my car?”
A hunter’s moon illuminates the abandoned old house with
traces of white billowy clouds linger overhead.
The malevolent glowing pumpkin sits on the tree stump
with a lurking expression if seen anyone would dread.
Raven shudders her wings and hesitantly opens her beak but
not a sound could she make to warn Poe of what was ahead.
Before that fateful Halloween night that changed it all
Raven had spoken with Poe, trying to warn him.
Poe said, never more and locked Raven in the great hall.
The witch and her glowing pumpkin came in a hurry
creating such a fury, there was no one but raven to recall.
What it was like before the witch cast her spell only
now her vindictive pumpkin returns each year.
Making sure that ghosts do her evil bidding and
confident the scared raven will not interfere.
The evil pumpkin savors the feeling of power
knowing his helpless victims would soon be near.
Raven shudders her wings and bravely opens her beak
Poe, Poe, can you hear me, remember your Lenore.
The pumpkin eyes flared as he heard Raven speak
Poe, Poe, hear me, I am her, the one you adore
At first, Poe spoke in a whisper then in a roar
Raven, Raven, Lenore, I love you forever more!
A tribute to one of my favorite poets, Edgar Allen Poe.