Tuesday, October 28, 2014

NaNo Tips, Tricks, and my plans for this November!


It’s that time of year again. The time when the weather turns colder, the leaves change color, and the whole world gets ready to refresh itself. (At least in the Northern Hemisphere)

It’s almost time for NaNoWriMo!!

Once again National Novel Writing Month is right around the corner, and many of my friends, myself included, are starting to feel the crunch of time. That last hour panic has started reaching its icy fingertips around our hearts. But do not lose hope!

So in the spirit of  NaNoWriMo, I have a few tips and tricks that I have found are helpful in the last three challenges.

Tip One:
Do NOT let yourself feel overwhelmed. Take it ONE day, and one sentence at a time. Concentrate on little goals instead of that deadline at the end of the month.

Trick One:
Reward yourself for those Mini-Milestones. Set a goal of writing for so long, say half hour, hour whatever. Or a Mini goal of writing 500 words then your reward. I like using cups of hot really good quality hot chocolate for my rewards!

Tip Two:
Have an idea of where your story is going. You don’t necessarily need an intricate outline, pages of character sketches, loads of backstory, or detailed world building. Just a rough concept of where the beginning, middle, and end of the story is, and maybe some major points that should happen.  This will help keep the story moving forward even when you don’t feel like moving forward.

Trick Two:
Tell everyone that you are participating. Scream it from the rooftops…well maybe not. But announce it on all your social media, at work, at school. Tell friends and family that you will be busy writing a novel. You will need both the cheerleaders and the accountability to keep going even when you want to stop.

Tip Three:
Your muse will not show up if you don’t. Write. Every. Single. Day. Even if it’s only a couple hundred words a day. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.

Trick Three:
Limit social media. I mean it! I have a rule about being on Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and yes, even Netflix. Same goes for TV shows. I only get to watch those AFTER I’ve completed my word count for the day.


My plans for NaNo.
This time around I am planning on writing two books, for a total of 100,000 words.

The first is a romance set in Doolin, Ireland, and focuses around a woman, Aubree Harper. She heads off to Ireland at the suggestion of her best friend and is swept up in the beauty of the land, and the warmness of the people. Not to mention Declan O’Tyne.

The second is the first of the next trilogy in my Ryder Chronicles. The first was the Incalescent Trilogy; this will be the Descendants Trilogy. The events take place 25 years after the Incalescent Trilogy, and focus on some of the children from the first as well as few new friends. Several more cultures, people, and even more dangerous enemies.

Wish me luck! And happy writing to you all!!! J

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Something I've been working on...

Just a little snippet of something that I've had in my head, and have recently started working on.
I will preface this with a "no editing" done yet clause. So be nice!


The fog rolled clear throughout the camp ahead of her and her men. And the silence that came with it helped to conceal their weapons. She didn’t mind the fog though. While it did help to conceal her, her men, and their cloth muffled weapons, the fog meant more to her than anything any of her men could have imagined.
She could almost see the swirling designs playing through the mist. Dragons, maidens, knights. All of them figured from her imagination playing through the ever changing forms around them. The night beckoned her home, made her feel safe.
Safe.
The word brought an unuttered laugh to her lips.
Safe was one thing Talon Mercini Falk had rarely felt.
The sabre that hung at her waist was all the safety she could afford. Even Kaiji, the wild mountain cat she had saved as a cub and raised herself, had been left behind for this hunt. Another smile brushed across her full lips in the darkness. They had almost had to chain the giant cat this time. Two fully roasted oxen had managed to preoccupy him long enough for her and her small raiding party to move before he noticed.
A strand of her raven black hair was sticking to her neck. The edge of the glades was not their territory. Usually they gave this land a wide berth, but the mention, the very rumor of treasure had her mens tongues waggling. And she didn’t want to ruin their fun.
The glades were a dangerous place. She shifted her weight from the ball of her left foot to the right, ready to move as soon as her scouts gave the signal.  The camp they were raiding was one that looked run down, but she was still sure there was not only plenty of loot, but weapons. And if there were any decent swordsmen in the camp, she licked her lips, she wanted to meet them and find out how decent they were.
A shrill cry from a mourning dove echoed through the grasses to her right. It was the signal. Gently she loosened her sabre from its sheath, thankful that she still had knives hidden on her person should she need them.
She moved in a half crouch right between two of the bigger men of her party. They had insisted. Despite most of her group being made up of brigands and former thieves, they still demanded her to be “protected”.
Her lip curled up as they neared the sentry of the enemy camp before them. Faster than either of the two men next to her, she had a blade in her hand, and was carefully lowering the dead man to the rushes. She wiped the mans blood across his shirt before placing the small knife back in its hiding spot.
Like she needed protection.
Slowly they made their way through the camp. She watched as some of her men entered this or that tent. Not a scream escaped into the night.
That was one of her rules.
There were to be no battle cries, no screams. The deaths were to be fast and as painless as possible. And no women were to be raped. She wouldn’t stand for that.
In exchange her men received ninety-five percent of the takings to be shared amongst the raiders. She never lacked for volunteers.
Soon her two “body guards” had slipped off to examine the contents of a tent, leaving her by alone. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was never a good idea to inhale too deeply around her men. Some of them bathed but once a twin moon.
Carefully testing the ground with her feet she crept along to the last tent that stood near the center of the camp. From the sticky texture of the ground, and the large, single pole erected in the middle, she had to guess that someone had been flogged not too long ago. She had seen floggings. Nasty events, but they often served the correct purpose.
Her sabre was in her hand, a comfortable weight. Something that she knew would not fail her.
She stepped into the darklit tent and waited for her eyes to further adjust to the moonless interior. The smell of blood, sharp and metallic assaulted her nose as did the smell of human rot and waste.
Whatever had happened here had happened a few days ago, and no one had bothered to clean it up.
Soundlessly she slid her sabre home at her side and was about to leave when a moan coming from the other side stopped her. Her whole body stopped moving, even her breath stopped. Instantly she regretted sheathing her weapon. Yes she had others, but the sabre had a farther reach than any of her knives. Though none of them would do much good in the dark.
She made another step to move when she heard the groan again. This time it sounded like there was a word trying to escape the lips of the dying man. She poked her head out of the tent to find most of her men standing near a pile of what appeared to be loot with torches lit around. Catching the eye of her two “body guards” she gestured them over.
Thankfully they brought a torch with them, and she took it wordlessly instructing them to stand out side of the tent. They nodded and she closed her eyes before ducking back into the tent. Carefully she cracked one eye open and then the other to avoid night blindness, and allow her eyes to adjust.
She moved carefully around the center pole to the darker side, and furthest side, from the tent opening. The smell of rotten flesh assailed her nose once again, and within the ring of torchlight she saw what it was from.
The mans back was a criss-cross pattern of open lash marks. Some looked a few days old, and others looked like they had just happened. She hung her head. Most good floggers let their victims heal before the second round, made the event much more interesting for the audience that always gathered.
But this, this was something else entirely.
This was brutality for brutalities sake.
A groan escaped the mans lips again. This time she thought she heard the word more clearly.
“Cass-”
She knew that she should give him a quicker death. She looked his back up and down once more. Hellfire, he was already knocking on deaths door. It really would be merciful to kill him now. End the suffering. Lifting the torch into a rung to hold the light, she moved silently to his side, the little black knife leaping into her fingers.
She knelt before carefully turning him towards her. She dared not lay him on his back, the pain would probably send him into shock, or wake him. But she tilted his shoulders far enough towards her to see the golden stubble across his cheeks and the ugly purple bruise across his left eye.
“What did you ever do to them?”
She spoke without thinking, and regretted it immediately as he seemed to rouse under her hand. But thankfully the eye nearest her was swollen shut.
“Cassandra?” His voice came out paper thin and raspy. But there was something underneath, something that sounded hopeful.
Well, she thought, why shouldn’t it? He just asked for the goddess of healing herself. She slowly placed the knife back in its holder on her corset.  Rising to her feet swiftly, she laid a hand on his brow. He was burning up.
She crossed to the tent opening. The two men still standing outside nearly fell over when she appeared soundlessly between them.
“Get my horse.” Neither one moved. “Now, or the other will be burning with the rest of the bodies.”
Suddenly they both moved, and the men standing nearest the pile of loot stopped to watch before commencing loading the spoils onto their horses and ponies. She rolled her eyes, thankful that she was hidden in shadow. She slipped back inside and taking off her cloak moved once again to the mans side.
Slipping out her wineskin, she held the man down with one hand while pouring a small amount over his back. Not the best that she could do, but it was all she had until she could get him back to her camp. The man stiffened under her hand and wheezed out another “Cassandra” before collapsing back onto the rough cot.
Carefully she got her cloak around his fragile back to protect it, and keep some of the wine against his ragged flesh.
“Captain?” She rolled her shoulders and placing her hands under the mans slightly less damaged shoulders and his knees, she lifted. If he hadn’t been a captive, starved, and then lashed to within a hand of his life, she would never have been able to lift him.
But she gritted her teeth and lifted, taking it a step at a time she made her way to the tent opening.
“Open it.” A giant arm appeared and the flap lifted quickly. Giving her all the room to move through without banging the poor mans head against the poles. She turned to the first man.
“Hold him while I get on. Then hand him to me.”
Her horse stood as still as stone while the large man handed the unconscious body to her. She could see the questions in their eyes as the sun had started to rise.
“I am heading back to camp. Round up the others and be back before full dawn.” The man was hardly sitting upright, but she fastened her belt around his middle to hers. She barely had to put her heels to her destreirs sides, and he moved fast despite carrying two people.
They had put some distance between the raiding party before she slowed her mount to a gentle canter. The man strapped to her suddenly sagged against her.
“I don’t know who you are, or what you did to piss off Ziurk, but I’m going to find out.”

Sunday, October 19, 2014

No significant other? No problem!

So my year of not dating is almost to a close. The self imposed "ban" ends on December 1st, and I have to say that this year has been one of my best!
The reactions I have received vary from person to person, but most often the best reactions are when friends or acquaintances of my parents find out about my decision, or people who are older and have been married for some time.

"You're smart, of course you could find someone!"
"You're too beautiful to stay single!"
"There's plenty of guys, just put yourself out there!"

I only smile politely and change the topic.
You see, I didn't place this ban on dating because I couldn't "find" a guy. I placed this ban because I was sick and tired of "finding" men that were basically babies in adult form. Men who did not want the same things I want. Men who do not hold the same beliefs as me (or at least similar). Men who didn't want to grow up and get a good job.
And while dating is fun, I don't "date" to have "fun". I typically know within two weeks to a month if I can be with someone long term. I simply don't see the point in being with someone who is a drain on me mentally and physically, just to say I have a boyfriend.

So without further ado, my top 5 reasons I love being single!

Reason 1:
No extra money being bled out of my wallet for gas, movies, dinner, cards, gifts, dates etc.
When I get paid, I simply pay my bills, and save a little. If I decide to go out, it's only one person. I've actually been able to pay of debt that I got into when I was in college!

Reason 2:
I can watch any damn thing on TV/Netflix I want, and no one is there to judge!
All day crocheting marathon of: Gilmore Girls, Supernatural, Bones, Castle, Grimm, Dracula, Hell On Wheels (etc)....No Problem!

Reason 3:
My gym habits do not get in the way of a relationship. I've recently (for the last 5 weeks) been refocusing on my health and being fitter. Which means, I have been following the Weight Watchers plan, and going to the gym four to five times a week. This past Friday I was too jazzed up to sleep, so at 9PM I went and lifted some weights. This would have probably been frowned upon by a significant other. But I loved it!

Reason 4:
Speaking of getting in shape, and food. I don't have someone sabotaging my efforts! Usually when dating you go and get rich food like Chinese, Mexican, Italian, etc, at some restaurant. Being single, I cook at home, thus controlling better the ingredients included in my food. (Homemade, healthy, Mac n Cheese anyone? :)

Reason 5:
I'm happy! The only person I have to worry about is me. Well, and Roy of course! But if I decided tomorrow to move back to Washington State to go to school, or get a different job, I don't have to run it past anyone. I am twenty-four years old, now would be the time in my life to make any large(er) changes. I am not responsible for another person's happiness and well-being. And for now that is just fine with me!

DISCLAIMER:
While some of these reasons seem to be "shallow", I truly believe that many people stay in a dysfunctional, not healthy, relationship just to "have someone". I don't believe this is how we should live. People must learn about themselves before they can be in a healthy, loving relationship.