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…

Story: Who’s the Monster

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Addison was no stranger to the reference of ‘monster.’ She was a vampire, what more could people call her? She lurked in the night, savoring the blood of passing strangers, leaving the carcasses to rot in back alleys. It didn’t matter their age, gender, ethnicity. She did try to take out those who held evil in their hearts, however. Sort of her style of being a superhero, in her warped little brain. She would then take her time in looting their pockets of valuables and cash as well.

She wasn’t a nice little creature of the night. Yet, to look at her, you would swear she was the picture of near innocence, with her long black hair, somewhat tanned skin, and adorable smile. Her behavior was often …odd. Quirky, if you will.

The little Southern Bell of a vampire also prided herself on her knowledge and accomplishment as a voodoo practitioner.

Until a week ago, that is.

She had finally come across a voodoo curse she couldn’t counter.

The situation that evolved was not intended. Addison had simply wanted to go shopping, and the Mambo of the secret little shop in New Orleans took offense to her vampiric nature and knowledge of the arts that should have been forbidden. The Mambo felt that whether in life-or-death, the likes of Addison had no business knowing the ancient arts.

The result of her work? Addison was more monster now than ever. She couldn’t show herself in public, even at night. She no longer passed as human. She could barely speak with how her flesh hung from her jaw and her throat seemed open to the elements.

The beauty she once had was gone.

She looked long and hard at herself in the mirror in the abandoned gas station restroom. She attempted to make an appalled face, though nothing but a mere twitch of old skin came forth.

The Voodoo Priestess she had tangled with had developed a powder of some sort, blowing it into Addison’s face. The powder then reverted Addison to what she would have looked like had she never been turned by that vampire so long ago before New Orleans was even a city. A simple dead girl, one that had been in the ground for a few years. She looked like a dried up husk. A scarecrow of stretched and weathered flesh. Her hair had fallen out here and there; one eye had sunken in and what hair she was left on top of her head had turned gray and white.

Her body had gone from athletic and lithe, to nothing more than gray dried skin and bones. It was hard to move around. Every movement she did make was almost agony, and that set her to vocalize that feeling with small moans and groans. Was she a zombie now? She wasn’t craving any brains.

She desperately needed to either make this Mambo reverse the powders effects, or find a way to correct things herself.

There was one upside to it all. Thus far, Addison had felt no hunger. No need for fresh blood… or brains.

There was also a downside. Insects and rodents started to look tastier and tastier. Addison refused to give in to those cravings. It was a bit of a struggle at times. Given any other time, Addison was terrified of insects.

She hated to admit it, but for any progress to be made to restore herself, she was going to have to ask someone for help. She pulled her cellphone into her leathery, boney fingers and scrolled through her contacts. This was made difficult, as the screen did not want to accept her near fleshless, bone fingers. At least she still held some body heat or electrical impulses from her brain through her body enough to make the screen even work.

As she scrolled through her contacts, she frowned. She could find no one. Well, there was one exception. He was a demon, and Addison did not like him. She had done him a favorite once, and he owed her one in returned.

She dialed his number, trying to speak when he answered. Dirt or something fell from her mouth, and she choked. With a damaged windpipe and useless vocal chords, this just wasn’t going to work.

She hung up and started texting him as fast as she could. She abbreviated what she could, misspelled things and auto-correct would be the death of her.  She managed to give him her location, pleading for him to bring her some select spices, powders, herbs, roots and petals. And a bats heart. Yes, that was exactly what she needed. Even better if said bat had rabies.

With that done, she sat down on the closed lid of the filthy toilet. She didn’t know what smelled worse – her, or this old run down rest room. The bugs skittering here and there sure did look enticing.

After about an hour’s wait, a young man had entered the restroom, slowly and cautiously. Addison peeked out to see the devilishly handsome human appearance of the demon.

She opened the door to the stall and stepped out slowly.

“Addi?” The man’s deep, smooth voice questioned.

She backed herself into the shadows more.

His piercing blue eyes sparkled as he lifted an arm, his olive skin glowing into a small ball of flame in his palm, illuminating them both.

Addison shrunk away from the light. The demon, however, stared at her. The light of his flame danced off his black hair and plain black hoodie and jeans, until he let the façade fall away. With a slight gasping noise, the once 6-foot male with olive skin and dreamy blue eyes was suddenly a 7-foot obsidian-colored demon with those same icy eyes. A jagged tail whipped behind him and his once normal looking hands were replaced with long talons. His black hair was still there, though a crown of bone protruded from the hairline. His mouth didn’t set right with his facial features either. It now seemed larger, especially when he opened his mouth, all rows of fangs, much like a shark. Derek was his human name. Valkor now stood before her.

“Addi? Is… is that you? What trouble have you gotten yourself into? Would be more merciful to allow me to kill you…” He said, his voice rough and gravelly.

Addison tried to speak. Tried, but couldn’t, so she started typing on her phone again, showing him the screen, trying to explain the situation.

Valkor laughed heartily at Addison’s folly. He also resumed his human façade. ‘Derek’ was much easier on the eyes, for sure.

As Addison typed here and there and showed him the screen, he started showing her what he had brought to her. All the ingredients she had asked for, neatly packed into Wal-Mart bags.

Addison moved to look down at the materials. Giving a nod, she slowly sat herself down on the floor and set them next to a large bowl she had taken. Derek stood behind her, looking down over her to watch her, and watch over her. She was in a vulnerable state. While there was no love lost between the two, Addison did make for a good ally.

Mixing a pinch of this and handful of that, Addison ground the dry ingredients in the bowl before adding the liquids. She had asked for blossoms and petals in hopes the mixture would smell nicer, though sadly nothing covered the stench of alligator dung. The bat’s heart, which did indeed have rabies, made the concoction a disgusting color.

Derek waved a hand before his face and made a noise of disgust. “Whew, that’s rank. Let me guess… you have to put that on yourself?” He asked.

Addison heaved a sigh of sorts and nodded, dipping both hands into the bowl and stirring it all up while quietly chanting something that was made unintelligible by her damaged face and throat. She then scooped up the muck and spread it all over her face and arms, moving to stand and lurch her way to the restrooms single stall once again. She had to put it all over her body, and even though she currently looked like a cordwood scarecrow, she had her modesty.

She put the foul mixture all over her body and waited. As it dried, she could hear Derek waiting patiently, playing a game on his cell phone. It always amused her. Vampires and demons, werewolves too, having changed with the times and played on silly gadgets to kill their unending time and boredom.

When the layer of her ‘treatment’ had dried, she moved, bending her joints, letting the dried husk to fall away to the floor in chunks. She dusted herself off, knowing what needed to be done next and dreading every second of it. She took the lid off the toilet cistern and scooped the water out with her hands, clearing away the dusty debris from her body.

With what was supposed to be a frown, Addison looked at her arms and hands. “Oh no…” she uttered.

Derek perked to her voice. “Not go as planned? Come out, let me look.” He said, lighting the restroom again with his demonic flames.

Addison redressed and came out of the stall, shoulders slumped. “Thupid thpell didn’t work right. I need to thee the Mambo for her to fixth thith.”

Derek laughed, not just at Addison’s new lisp, but at her appearance. “At least you look a little more… how should I put this… gooey? Squishy?” He chuckled, pressing a finger into the still grayed flesh of her arm, noting that it was no longer a dried scarecrow feel. She had ‘plumped’ a little.

The wounds were still there, however, giving cause for her voice to be off and lispy.

Addison glared daggers at her demon cohort. “Did you bring the needle and thread? I have to fixth theethe woundths.”

Derek then beamed a radiant grin. Addison would not be happy with what he brought, but it was all he could find. “I brought you something to do some stitch work.” He pulled from one of the bags in the corner a skein of blue yarn and a chef’s needle.

Addison looked at him, one eye still a little sunken into her head. “You have to be kidding me. I thaid needle and thread. What am I thuppothed to do with that?”

Still chuckling, Derek replied. “You will mend all those rips and tears in your flesh, and you can wear my hoodie to walk out of here. Besides, you didn’t say you needed a hospital grade stitching kit.”

Addison snatched the yarn and needle from him, moving to the mirror. She stitched up her face, neck, a line on her forehead; various little tears and holes in her flesh. She looked ridiculous when she was finished.

“This is so stupid looking.” She huffed out, smacking Derek in the arm.

There was a little snap and her eyes widened as she watched in horror as her hand and most of her forearm fell to the floor. Addison squawked “AH!”

“HA! Why Addison, you’re just going to pieces over me. Not so tough right now, are you?” Derek barked out in laughter, retrieving her broken limb. He grabbed up the yarn and needle and went to work sewing it back onto Addison’s arm.

She was taken by surprise when she tried to wiggle her fingers, and they responded. “Great. I went from a disgusting dried up scarecrow corpse to a living voodoo doll.” She grumbled out. “And I look absolutely hideous.”

“I won’t argue with you there. You still smell like a fresh crap, too.” Derek said, smiling at her. “At least that lisp is gone. So what is it that went wrong? I thought you were a pro at this stuff.”

Addison crossed her arms and paced for a minute. “No one is ever truly a ‘pro.’ There is always something new to learn.” She paused in thought for a moment before speaking again. “We’re going to go to that Mambo and try to appease her someway.”

Derek gave a curt nod. “I’ll back you up however you may need.” He said, lifting his white hoodie off and tossing it to Addison. “Here, slip that on. And, when this is all done, we’re burning it.” He chuckled.

Addison slid the hoodie on, sinking into it as it was three times too big for her. She looked like a child playing dress up, and everywhere she touch it, her hands and fingers left dark smears. “Gross.” She pouted. “I guess we should get going. Obviously, it’s not far. I couldn’t have made it any further away than this in the condition she had put me in.”

Derek gave a simple nod and went to exit the old gas station restroom. He didn’t notice Addison deftly pick up the rest of the skein of blue yarn and slip it into the pocket of the hoodie. She pulled the hood over her head and joined Derek, walking towards the voodoo shop she had visited.

The shop would be closed at this hour, but this was New Orleans, most people lived above their shops, and had courtyards for gatherings. It was a full moon, so there would no doubt be a gathering for ritual work.

They passed other pedestrians along the way, some looking oddly at Addison, others outright covering their noses at her stench. “Geez, lady, ever heard of a shower?” Someone had rudely said. Addison made a mental note of them so at a later date she could find them and kill them.

They arrived at the shop, knocking on the door. The guard looked out. “What do you want? Haven’t learned your lesson yet?” He scowled.

“Please, let me speak to your Mambo… I have an offering for her…” Addison said in a polite tone.

She turned to Derek and slipped the yarn from the hoodie pocket, quickly binding his wrists with it. “Just humor me…” She said softly to him. He simply shrugged.

The guard returned and opened the shop door and gate before leading them through the back of the shop to the courtyard. A bonfire raged in the middle of a circle, and the Mambo sat in her High Priestess chair as others danced about, paying homage to the voodoo deities.

“What do you want?” The Mambo said, leaning forward in her chair.

Addison removed the hood from her head, showing the attempted transformation. This made the Mambo laugh. “Please… fix me. You are more knowledgeable than me… I concede to your greatness and offer you a gift.” She said, moving to shove Derek towards the Mambo.

“He’s a demon. A true hell-born demon. Don’t worry, I’ve enchanted his bindings, he can do no harm.” Addison added, giving a bow.

Derek turned to face her, struggling in the yarn around his wrists. “Addison… you double-crossing wench!” She had indeed enchanted the yarn. He couldn’t transform into his true self or use his mighty powers.

The Mambo stood, inspecting Derek. “A true demon. An impressive catch for a little abomination such as yourself, eh, Addison?” The Mambo asked as she circled Derek. “Take him away, all of you, just to be safe…” She waved a hand to her five bodyguards.

The Mambo then approached Addison, making a sour face at the little vampire, turned rotted corpse, turned living doll. “Look at you. You look just like one of my dolls. For the demon, however, I suppose I could remove the hex. You have to give your word you will stop practicing voodoo in my district. I don’t want to see you in my territory at all. Deal?”

Addison looked up at her with her dead eyes. She tried to offer a smile through the yarn stitching of her face. Her eyes then moved to watch as the five bodyguards were escorting Derek away. He was cursing her, the bodyguards, the Mambo… but he kept coming back to Addison. Wow… was he mad. Oh, well.

The Mambo moved around Addison, moving to the outside tables gathering things, as well as collecting powders and other items and bringing them to the bonfire. She scooped some of the outside ash into a small jar and filled it with the other items she had collected. She then carefully held the jars bottom into some of the fires flames, watching the contents shrivel into a fine dust.

The Mambo pulled the jar to her and let the contents cool before opening the jar and walking around Addison in a circle, sweeping the fine dust all over her as she chanted. She stopped, looking at Addison. “Now, walk through the bonfire. You come out the other side; you’ll be back to your original state. A disgusting vampire.” She sneered.

Addison offered a nod, trying to remain humble looking. She did as told, walking through the flames of the bonfire. She had her doubts. She expected just to go up in flames. She didn’t, though. She shimmered rather, the dust catching into little sparks around her, her body transforming.

She stepped out of the flame, hole and back to herself. Even the various yarn stitching’s were gone.

From the other side of the bonfire, the Mambo look at her with a sneer. Addison smiled back, but it was deceptively wicked.

Addison raised a hand high and snapped her fingers. “DEREK, NOW!”

At the snap of her slender digits, the enchantment on Derek’s bindings fell away. He wasted no time in transforming into his rightful flesh and devouring the bodyguards in flame. He then stomped his way to Addison.

“You could have told me your plan to begin with.” He snarled at her, all sharp teeth and monstrous visage.

She shrugged, watching as the Mambo’s face was overcome with horror.

“It’s my turn now.” Addison said, moving to circle the bonfire. The Mambo tried to run, but Addison had left enough enchanted yarn where she had stood before to trip up the Mambo. The hefty woman fell in a heap.

Addison approached the plump black woman, moving to kneel at her side. “You know, what you did wasn’t really gracious. I mean, I know I’m not very nice, but I’m supposed to be a monster of sorts. You’re a human, and in my book, that makes you the worst kind of monster there is. You rejected my presence, cast a hex on me… for nothing more than my white skin being in a voodoo shop. Oh, and being a vampire. You do realize that humans kill more humans every year than all us ‘monsters’ combined?” She questioned to the woman.

She leaned into the woman’s neck. The Mambo struggle, praying and pleading. “I don’t want to die… please…”

Addison shook her head. “You won’t die. Not until I want you to.” With that said, she bit into the woman’s neck with her perfect little white fangs, drinking the woman’s blood. Not much, just enough to sate her hunger.

Derek watched all, curious as to what Addison was playing at.

Addison moved on the other woman, sitting on her chest and drawing a voodoo sigil around the woman’s head. She then reached for the discarded jar and set it on the woman’s forehead. She waved and weaved her hands in intricate designs in the air over the Mambos head, a white light shimmering around them before she finally got off the woman and let her skitter away.

“What did you do to me?” The Mambo asked, a hand clutching her wounded neck. “I feel… different. Please, what did you do?”

Addison grinned and tapped the jar, which she was now placing a cap on top. The jar held within it a small crystal that flickered with light from time to time, like a firefly.

“I’ve taken your soul. You won’t die until I want you to die. Do you realize what that means right? It means you have to take care of yourself now. I hope you learn to stop being a racist. If you’re going to be a hater, hate indiscriminately.” Addison chuckled. “Now, eat right, exercise and don’t let anything happen to that body because it won’t heal. I’ll be seeing you…” Addison winked, tucking the jar into the hoodie pocket and giving a waggle of her fingers before moving to Derek.

“Come on, big guy. I’m sorry for the deception earlier, but I wanted to be convincing.” She said to the demon, who was now moving to take his human form.

“It’s alright Addi. At least I am out of your debt. You know, we could make a good partnership.” He said, patting her shoulder as they walked out of the place and back out down the sidewalk.

Addison huffed. “Don’t push your luck.” She said though she did smile. “Thank you, for your help. I should head home.”

Derek gave a vigorous nod. “Yes, please do. Man, do you stink. Like, REALLY stink!”

Addison turned to him and glowered, but then moved to him, taking the man into a deep hug, leaving some of her stink all over him as he protested.

She then turned and scampered away into the night, snickering the whole time.

Writers: Getting a little more exposure.

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In my last post, I made mention of a few website that I post my various stories, other than just here on the blog.

Its great to help build a following and fan base to broaden your readers, and, in some cases, gain the attention of agents and publishers.

To help you in this, I’m going to provide you a listing, links and my personal takes on each site.

Jukepop: http://www.jukepop.com/

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Jukepop is called a site for ‘Serials’. You post chapters, and they can be voted upon. You can make a little money, and you can even get some investors that you share your eventual profits with.

Personally, I just post there for the exposure. The posting process is a little difficult and time consuming, and then anything you post must be approved. ‘A Walk Amongst the Dead’ still has not been approved, and I can only assume because of the few profanities in the story.

Tablo: https://tablo.io/
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Tablo doesnt seem too impressive of a site. I know my profile and works do not get many looks and reads or upvotes. It is user friendly, however, and good for a little extra exposure if you can get followers built.

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/
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wattpad is extremely easy to use, but to gain a following you have to do a lot of reading and liking and following of your own to get anywhere. A lot of people have had great success with Wattpad! I am just now getting myself reaquainted with it.

Scriggler: https://scriggler.com/
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Scriggle…well…it takes some getting used to. Its easy to upload, simply copy and paste your chapters or story, but navigating groups, checking mail and comments are a little rough. I have my own group there for short story writers. Its great for building a following. And they have more than just stories. They have opinion sections, poetry, news. etc.. You can track your ranking and see how your doing in your story writing. Its cool…just a little difficult to check mail.

Bublish: https://www.bublish.com/
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Bublish is amazing, however, there is a catch. To get the most out of the site, you will have to break down and pay for it. A monthly fee of $9.99 a month, or $99.00 annually.

The site is easy to navigate, easy to post your work, and allows for ‘rough cut bubbles’ which you share via Facebook and Twitter. You choose what you want to share from the writing, and it creates a bubble all ready to post for you to your social media account. I personally like the service. Its easy to gain more followers as well, because Bublish will also make a tweets from their Twitter accounts with your bubbles and account name.

upliterate: http://upliterate.com/
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I love this site. It doesnt get you a lot of exposure, but you will get a small group of followers which will hopefully follow your social media accounts and website to see more of you.

Its super user friendly as well.

Medium: https://medium.com/
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Medium is another super easy site to upload your works to and gain a bit more of a following. People can ‘like’ and comment. Its very stream-lined and, as I’ve said, easy to use.

I have this as one of my main places to post my short stories, as I can do it super quick and without a lot of fuss.

Write Globe: http://writeglobe.com/
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This is a new site for me. I have yet to upload anything to test the waters. However, here is what I pulled from the ‘About’ page.

About Us

Write Globe is the perfect platform for every creative individuals in the world of writing, publishing and editing, who want to reach out to a larger section of the society.
Acting as the linkage between writers, poets, authors and publishers, Write Globe helps these creative individuals in showcasing their unique talent to the world. The books which are written by you will be promoted immensely on the platform of Write Globe and which will gain attention from several visitors of the website. Along with promoting the books, Write Globe also acts as an excellent base for those who want to submit their writings or articles or poetries.
Through Write Globe you can find convenient publishers and publishers too can advertise their brand’s service via this online portal. Recently book trailers have become quite popular for promoting upcoming novels and books and Write Globe has provisions for such unique book trailers on the website.
Promotional events like book launch, book signing or any other event can be extensively shared via Write Globe which will showcase your creativities to the world.

Niume: https://niume.com/
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This is one of my top favorites. It is very easy to gain a following on this site, and is so visually pleasing. You can host more than just stories as well. You can make blog entries in the ‘Lifestyles’ sphere. You can post your photos. You can show off your humor, and so much more.

I have gained a lot of recognition for the short stories I posted there recently, and a lot of excellent feedback.

Authors.me: https://www.authors.me/
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I am in love with this site. Totally. Its super easy to work with. A the extra fantastic bonus?

It links you up with Agents and Publishers in your selected genres.

You submit your work to the selection that matches what genre you have chosen for a particular book, set of short stories or poetry, and whammo…you get a response on how much time it will take for them to look at your work and get back to you.
I love this site.

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Now, this list, with the exception of Write Globe, is in reverse order of how I use them. I know, I should have mentioned that at the start.

I know there are tons of other sites out there, for writing, blogging…everything under the sun. These are my personal favorites for writing…with a smidge of blogging.

So, I hope you all enjoy, look me up, and lets get some followers a followin’!

NaNoWriMo 2015 Day 1

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Well, NaNo kicked off pretty well for me this morning. I got up at 7am (which, anyone who knows me knows that that is sort of like my bedtime) and I wrote for a few hours. I only posted a word count of 2525 words, however, despite the fact that I had actually written more.
I also wrote a lot of little RPs for one of my games. My characters were at a Halloween Ball and now its winding down, the final posts are to be made tomorrow.
I met an amazeballz woman at the NaNo kick-off event last week and we’ve been trading texts. She sent me some music to look up and listen to today… I ended up sending her like the names of four others I had found.
I havent quite figured out who is going to be  the bad influence in the relationship. I vote her.
In other news, I rearranged my office some and bought two new, very much needed, bookcases. The short ones, so I could have eye level pictures on them.
I put those bitches together myself. Colorful metaphors abound! I managed to do it all without hurting myself, too! Not even a bruise! Go me!
 I have to take pics of my lovely office and post them. Its so homey and charming.
I napped a lot today. A lot more than I should have. I have this darn head cold thing. Though, its more like allergies. I’m always sneezing and snotting. Lovely visual, huh?
Well, I am bound and determined to be at Dakotas here in town tomorrow. Its so much easier to focus on writing and not pilaging around on Pirate Bay and YouTube and Facebook. Why? Because my laptop is getting old and dying slowly. I cant open webpages without waiting like, 15 minutes, for them to open. I dont have the patience for it.
But my Word program works just fine!
So…tomorrow…write, write, write!
~squishes~

Hosting my 1st NaNoWriMo Event: The Kick-Off

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So yesterday I hosted my first of many NaNoWriMo events. The Kick Off party.
I think it turned out great, with more people showing than I had thought.
One of the greatest things was meeting people face to face that I had only talked to via the NaNo forums and mail. 
Everyone was absolutely incredible.
We chatted about writing and NaNo, past events, plotting, genres, and, well, just loads of stuff.
We even have 3 little ones there. Two second graders and one third grader. They are brother and sisters, so they will be working on their NaNo project together, which will be amazing for them.
Thanks to our library system we will have future party events and write-ins, which are bound to be fantastic.
I think I handled myself pretty well, I didnt commit any homocides, and I didnt run anyone over with my truck on the drive home (it was dark, I dont like driving in the dark, then factor in road rage >_> )
So, this NaNo season is kicking off with a great start. We are already prepping for the end of NaNo party, well, the secondary one, for grown ups only. (Bring on the booze!)
With NaNo kicking off on Sunday, I plan on finishing a 1000 (no more, no less) short story I have been working on, and GAMING! In my current favorite game, my characters are in a masquerade party. Its a community event on the forum, and no one knows what character is posting as who, so, basicly, you are dressed up. I have to have my final posts posted to the thread by 11:00PM on Halloween. There will be little forum prizes and stuff, I just joined in for the fun of it. I hadnt participated last year, and came up with some clever costume ideas for my characters, so…yeah.
Once Sunday hits…I will once again be living in my coffee shop, because there are too many things distracting me here at home. At the coffee shop, on my laptop, I am limited, because my poor laptop is running so crappily that opening browsers takes forever…hence, I wont be gaming. I’ll have media player running, my headphones on, and my word document open. And my HAMMERHEADS!!! My sweet sweet hammerheads that only my girls know how to make just the way I like them.
So, my sweets, I will give updates here and there. Hopefully, after NaNo and some chopping and adding, and sending bits and pieces to my editor and beta readers, we’ll have a Book Two to be released before Summer/Fall of next year!! Woooo!
Be sweet, my darlings!
~squishes~

Let them burn: A short story (RP Based)

Here’s a little peak at Addison, something not included in the book, The Road of Darkness. Just a little bit of the things she does with her idle time.

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Usually she practiced her prayers and invocations upstairs in her attic. But tonight was different. Tonight was for special things. Special people. She needed a good old fashioned dirt floor, the wine cellar, under her bare feet and a small wooden work table, the wax of hundreds of previous candles hardened from top to bottom to look as if a multicolored frozen waterfall.
For tonight’s workings, Addison chose green, black and white candles. And a single gold in the center. They were already dripping as she started her workings. On the work table she had several fetishes set in a line. She couldn’t use her usual voodoo dolls, because she couldn’t collect everything she had needed. But the fetishes worked just as well.
She knelt upon the ground in front of the table and took pen in hand and started writing names, over and over and over, names, names, and more names, all on their own slips of paper. She would write someone’s name on a single slip of paper as many times as she could fit it on there. She then picked up the gold wax and placed a single drop on each and every slip of paper.
She said a small incantation and blessing to her gods and goddesses before reaching for fetish after fetish, stuffing a named slip of paper into its folds of fabric, tying it off with random old keys and bailing twine. There were over fifty of the little fetish dolls scattered over the work table by the time she was done.
Addison looked over her handiwork, giving a nod while blowing a long strand of hair from her face. She reached across the table and grabbed a jar of an unknown powder. She wiggled her toes in the cool dirt of the wine cellar and smiled, before moving a foot to smooth out the dirt once again. She got down on her knees, using her hand to smooth the dirt further, before reaching to pull her hair back, to keep it from obscuring her work.
She dipped her hand into the tan colored powder in the jar next to her, cupping her fingers slightly to pull out a small amount. From there, she began a design on the floor. At first, it didn’t seem like much, but after hours of laboring at it, it was indeed quite elaborate. A sigil for a particular god and goddess. A sigil whose lines crossed and intersected, because, as in this City, most everyone’s lives crossed and intersected at some point. But not hers, not anymore.
This was her revenge. This was her spot of fun. To many, she was a harmless little fool. To some, she was no one at all. What a mistake.
Voodoo can push and pull odds. Payment to the proper gods and goddesses can earn you favor, or, shift odds where you seek.
And there were many now, who Addison though needed a little push off the ladder, so to speak.
When bad things happened to bad people, she could say…’I had a hand in that.’ And when bad things happened to good people? She could say she had a hand in that as well. No one was making an effort anymore, why not fuck with their luck.
Oh, some would say they didn’t believe in what she did…her little voodoos and hoodoos. She didn’t care. What mattered is that their name was within a fetish, now connected to a grand sigil and she was offering gods and goddesses tokens of cigarettes, wine, bourbon, peppers and other little things.
No one would really know it was her. They’d just think ‘well fuck, how about that? Damn my luck…’.
This was almost more fun than throwing Holy Water, for the mere fact that the victims don’t see it coming. And she had so many in her intricate sigil, crissing and crossing.
She gave a bow of her head, striking a match on an old matchbook. She watched her little world burn for a moment before setting the sigil on fire, watching as the small flames moved, as if they had a thought of their own, taking their own direction, stalking its victims in order.
The small traveling flame finally died out after it ate away the powder. When the incense created by the powder hung in the air, Addison picked up a seagulls wing, using it to swoosh the plumes of smoke over the fetishes.
She knelt down on the floor once again. Daybreak would arrive soon. This had been a good night of ritual. Addison drank a shot of bourbon and said a prayer in thanks.
She left the cellar, off to bed for her. Addison petted and baby talked to her herd of cats while she made her way up the staircase, off to a void where she could watch the world burn.

Three Word Challenge

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This was from a Three Word Challenge thread in one of the games I play.
The three words are:
1. girl
2. word
3. fly


The girl lay on the floor. Dead. Not just dead, a bloody mess.

He looked at her body. He had made such a mess, despite his tireless planning. He started the evening with a simple word. A greeting. “Hello”. Before long, and after many drinks, the young girl seemed to loosen and relax. She dropped her guards. He didn’t even need to use the drug he had stashed in his pocket.

But now. Everything was such a mess. He just wanted to see inside. What made her work. He had studied so many books. He had the sharpest of blades.

It would seem that the thrill of the first made him overly excited. Adrenaline rushed through his system. He shook with nervousness. Each slice he made was jagged, haphazard. And her screaming. Oh, god, he didn’t think she would ever stop screaming. He didn’t want to silence her, however.

He honestly didn’t think she would remain alive so long as he sliced and explored.
When blessed silence met his ears, he finally moved to observe his work. What. A. Mess.
Next time, he would do better.

He lifted a cigarette to his lips, lighting it and enjoying the taste and aroma. It was very much akin to basking in the afterglow. He sat for hours, just looking over what he had done. It was something that he had wanted to do since he was very young.

The hours were against him, though. The first fly fluttered over her body, near her bloodied nose. The first fly would only lead to the next. Soon there would be a horde.

Alexander stood, stripping out of his heavy rubber gloves and the blood soaked workmen jumpsuit. He placed it all into a drum barrel and set it alight before leaving the warehouse. The fire was small, containable. It would burn itself out without drawing any attention, while still destroying what needed erased.

He had to perfect his skill.

His mind was already working and cataloging the success and failures of this first for future reference.

Threadbare: 100 word challenge

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You broke her heart on so many levels. Devastation and despair prompting her to do dangerous, foolish things.
The physical things will heal. The bumps and the bruises.
But the inner scars will remain forever.
You took her love and used it against her. She wanted to help you so bad, only to lose herself in the midst of demons of your own design.
Now you’re gone. She is suffering. Her heart is broken, the edges of her soul tattered and torn, threadbare and frayed. She’s unraveling.
We are here to pick up the pieces, needle and thread in hand.

A brand new month

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It is May first. A brand new month.

I finished Camp NaNoWriMo for April.

However, the end of April was full of tragedy for me in my little bubble of the world. Death, loss, heartbreak and challenges to overcome in the future.

My darling daughter is impacted the most. My heart bleeds for her. And there’s only so much a momma can do for her baby.

I may not be updating as much, but I did promise some short stories, and I will deliver.

I just need some time with my family as my daughter goes through the mourning and grieving process. More will come in future posts and updates, the situation will be brought to light. I just ask you all to keep my little family in your thoughts.

~squishes you all~

A little update

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Well, lets see.

I’m still in that depressive icky state, however, I have been writing my ass off! I managed 3108 words today. Though, sadly, it wasn’t on my novel…lol. I was writing short stories. HEY!! Its writing!!!
The gaming life has been alright. Well, one of them. Though filled with sadness, both my characters on one site are flourishing, despite their recent trials and heartaches.

The other game just makes me want to smash bricks into peoples faces. Well, other characters, not their players.

I’m working on a story that reconnects two characters that haven’t interacted in years. Its a very nice piece, so far. I may just post it up here when its finished. I’m not sure if the player of the other character referenced in the story will add to the RP, but if she does, I’ll poke at her annoyingly, text her, FB her, and call her at ridiculous hours to get permission to post her writing to give you all the full story.

I watched Supernatural. Why do I torment myself like this? Why do those writers torment this fandom so?

Music…has anyone seen Interstellar? I didn’t really watch it, I was cooking or something, but I listened to it, and the music sucked me in more than the movie itself. The Original Score. Simply AMAZING!!! So of course I got it and downloaded it and now have selected tracks added to my writing playlists. If you haven’t had a listen, you should. The movie might be worth checking out too…lol.

Fat Cat has been acting rather strange lately. Well, stranger than usual. She doesn’t want to sleep in the bed with me, but she howls constantly for me when I do go to bed. She brings toys up the hall and leaves them for me. She just sounds…pitiful. She’s taken up a new perch as well. If I cant find her in the windows, or in her carrier, or plopped down right in my face…I find her curled up in the entertainment center on the stereo tuner. I know it puts out constant heat. She’s just been…weird. One thing hasn’t changed. If I leave for any reason, even just for an hour or two, she yells at me when I walk through the door. Nothing like being scolded by your cat. -.-

I’m going to a wedding next month, on the beach, if weather permits. I have to wear…A DRESS!!! ~dies~ Really, I bought something suitable. And thankfully its something I can wear again. Of course, I’ll be wearing a pair of spandex bike shorts underneath, as its short and flowy, and its ALWAYS my luck that a nice ocean breeze will flutter up and blow my dress up over my head. >_>

Well, that’s a bit of an update. Its a happy update, yes? I’m sure my murky mood will lift soon. Maybe its rolling in with the allergies? Who knows.

~squishes you all~