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Unfinished Business: #NaNoWriMo

Unfinished Business: #NaNoWriMo

 

  • I don’t feel like I can do a new story for NaNoWriMo when I haven’t finished the last one. It’s still on my mind all of the time. My boyfriend and I keep talking about how there should be more Halloween romantic comedies. Ok. Well, he doesn’t think so necessarily. This story could be the story that I’m looking for on Netflix.
  • So I’m going to post the chapters. Maybe I’ll even fix something that I didn’t see before. OMG. Help me! 🙂 The following chapter is chapter two.

 

“The Lady of Shalot! The Lady of Shalot!! It’s the Lady of Shalot!! Someone help her!! Help!!”

I woke up to a wild-haired man yelling about the Lady of Shalot. We were at the lake. I was in an old fishing boat.

The boat is in need of a paint job and a cleaning. I’m hoping that I’m not laying on fish parts. I don’t think I am. It’s hard for me to say right now because I can barely keep my eyes open.  It has the usual fishing gear – fishing rods, tackle boxes, those green fishing nets and a few fish cages. I’m not sure what they’re called. I think fishermen put the fish in the cages until they are ready for whatever comes next.

The man running along the shore looked possessed. Finally, he waded into the water. He was trying to get to the boat. It’s difficult to keep such a quick pace in the water. The poor guy looked as frantic as his untamed locks. He looks like Albert Einstein – interesting but not insane. His crooked glasses were about to fall off of his face from all of the running and sweating. I wished that I could help him but I’m not really in a position to help anyone.

I was wearing this really beautiful white sundress with a crocheted back. Well, it was white but now it’s white with some dirt and blood. It’s safe to say that I wasn’t in the boat because I wanted to go fishing. The blood was from me. My head was killing me from a head wound. I can’t see it but I know it’s there. Head wounds are not pretty so it’s probably for the best that I don’t look.

My shoes were missing. Stepping on a fishing lure is the least of my worries at the moment but shoes would be good to have just in case.

The one thing that I knew was that I wasn’t in the boat because I wanted to go fishing.

Unfortunately, I did not see the Lady of Shalot or Lancelot or anyone from Camelot because I became unconscious again.

It’s possible that I was the Lady. Poor lady.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Big Hair Non-Haiku

 

 

80 trends
Big Hairspray. Hold for three days

Now my kids have volume. I have to make reservations to 

in front of the mirror. 

Volume


Weekend Coffee Share: I Can’t Even . . .

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you . . .

  • In about two days, I will be fired. It is going to be the most glorious thing that has happened in the last year. No regrets. Not one.
  • While switching to days was a good thing, I also received a new supervisor who is a psychotic bitch. She makes fun of her workers and the powers that be keep her. So I’m not staying one more minute.
  • My knee is the size of a pumpkin again. It’s inflammation (aka arthritis).
  • This week, I will be spending time looking for a job.
  • I’m hoping that I don’t have to grow my hair back in order to get a job. It would be disappointing. I’m so close to having circa 1990s Prince hair.
  • prince1992
  • One of my other goals is to work on one or both of my books. There’s a third book in the mix somewhere.
  • I’ll get to see my kids and drive them every damn place. It will be pretty awesome.

 

prince

 

  • I foresee a lot of coffee in the near future. There’s so much to do: Get a job. Finish writing 3 books. Keep Prince on heavy music rotation per the usual. Drive kids everywhere. Stay positive. The end.

Somethingist: unfinished

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I haven’t finished this novel. It has been a struggle to write anything beyond a grocery list.


a beautiful distraction

distraction

 

 

So far the book that I’ve been writing is at approximately 12, 250 words. I would get further if I wasn’t stopping to count the words and subtract numbers to figure out how far away I am from 50,000. Hold on, I have to figure it out again. 37,500 more words.

Then I keep thinking that I need to stop worrying about numbers. It’s bordering on a weird obsession. I don’t like numbers or subtraction anyway. They aren’t worrying about me.

Every week, I get an email from Writer’s Digest about how I can give them money for some really super awesome webinar that will help get my writing career to the next level. It’s always tempting, except that the financial figures aren’t on my side either.

Yesterday, I did receive another email from Writer’s Digest about agents that are looking for writers.

I looked at the description of what type of writers they were looking for. It’s never been me. Agents are always looking for something that I don’t have or am not interested in having.

Yesterday, it was me. I fit the description of what a literary agent wants. MEEE!!!

The agent could love my book. Of course, she could hate it too. I’ve only panicked once or twice thinking about rejection.

When I was telling the boyfriend about the possibility of having an agent, he paused “The Following” so he could listen to me. It was kind of a special moment. We never stop “The Following” because we are obsessed. Plus once we stop, one of us can never find the right spot and then we are lost for like five minutes.

Today, I took a chance and let someone else read the first five chapters. I’ve written this story in a vacuum so this will be the first feedback that I’ve had.

I hope that she will be gentle.

distraction by holley-perry featuring autumn home decor

Sock Sunday: #NaNoWriMo

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I’ve been reading about witches so I can write about them without sounding like a jerk. Also, taking pictures of socks. It’s a thing.


#NaNoWriMo: What People in the Novel are Doing that I’m Not

#NaNoWriMo: What People in the Novel are Doing that I'm Not

Holy crap. It is day four of NaNoWriMo. The people in my novel are starting to actually do things, like have ten cats, meet people and learn how to cook. I’m not personally doing these things . . . it’s totally the characters.

This is what I learned today.

  1. Stevie Nicks has not been working for me during writing sessions. I’m too busy dancing and twirling to write.
  2. I should not keep the phone in the room while writing. This is the time that everyone on the planet chooses to blow my phone up. Don’t call me this month.
  3. I added dialogue mid-stream. It will be ok, I think. I can always go back and add dialogue anywhere and everywhere. There’s a cat lady. Maybe all of her cats could talk. Think of all of the words that ten cats would say right meow. No? Too much? Yes, you are probably write. I mean, right.
  4. We are still not getting a cat. So I put them all in the novel. My kids aren’t amused. Seriously, I’m going to keep writing until the “why aren’t we getting a cat” storm passes. It’s not a no for the rest of their lives. Maybe later down the road.  Let’s get through November first. I mean, let mommy get through November. I’m not sure if I can finish a novel and take care of a cat, as well as remember to shower and do the dishes.

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