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I love creature horror and I'm horrified to discover that I don't write nearly enough of it. So I've made a list of all of the monsters I'd like to write about at some point. There's no deadline for this goal, it's only for organization purposes. ijustlikelistsokay

[ ] vampires
[ ] werewolves
[x] zombies
[ ] wendigos
[ ] ghosts
[ ] sea monsters
[ ] witches
[ ] fairies
[ ] demons
[ ] imps
[ ] kelpies
[ ] mermaids
[ ] goblins
[ ] chimeras
[ ] the bogeyman
[ ] incubi/succubi
[ ] sirens
[ ] rawhead and bloody bones

I'll be adding more as I come across more creatures I find neat. Of course, comment with any awesome monsters you think I've missed.

Winning!

Nov. 29th, 2011 03:06 pm
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I am officially FINISHED with NaNoWriMo this year.

I've clocked in at 50,076 words. Sure, it's a little less than last year. Sure, I've finished with fewer days to spare. Sure, my "novel" is more like words regurgitated on a page.

But it's FINISHED.

I'm taking a break from any major writing projects this December and then starting on something new in January. My brain needs time to recover.
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I’ve been off of LJ all weekend since I’ve been hanging at Biff’s house. His parents went to go visit him upstate and I’m they’re go-to girl for house/dog-sitting since I more or less live there anyway. I spent the weekend watching the Food Network and theoretically writing since I’m under the delusion that I can multitask.

I’m where I’m supposed to be at the moment with my word count BUT my Thanksgiving week looks something like this:

Monday: Bake red velvet cupcakes for mom to take to work on Tuesday. Bake hazelnut cupcakes for Biff. Spend all night with Biff when he comes home.

Tuesday: Chilling with Biff. Go wherever. Drag him [food] shopping.

Wednesday: Bake sweet potato pie. Do whatever after that. I’ll probably get the most writing done on this day assuming I stay home.

Thursday: Thanksgiving. Go out to eat with family. Go over to Biff’s house to eat with him and his family. Probably end up hanging out there all night.

Friday: Black Friday shopping; tempt death. Take out Christmas tree and start decorating (!!) Make peppermint cupcakes for mom.

I know there’s a way to fit writing into this week.

It can be done.

Also, I’m very impressed with myself for keeping up with my word count considering this is the WORST NOVEL I HAVE EVER WRITTEN, BAR NONE.

I’m gonna finish it though. Somehow.
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As of this entry, I'm at 3364 words.

Also, I'm numb from the neck upward. And sneezy. And let's not talk about how disgusting and raw my nose is right now. I've been sick since yesterday which pretty much RUINED my plans to get ahead of the NaNoWriMo game. I'm feeling a little bit better today. I slept for thirteen hours which took away some writing time but I'm keeping up with where I'm supposed to be, at least. Hopefully by the end of this week I'll feel better and I'll have my car back so that I can go to the library and write for a good three or four hours without distraction.

I also meant to write about my Halloween weekend and post some pictures. Perhaps I'll get around to doing that but you know how I am with commitment.

How's November treating you so far? NaNo kicking your ass already? Loaded up on half-off Halloween candy? ANYONE EXCITED FOR CHRISTMAS YET?

(Because I am.)
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NaNo starts in thirteen days! So here I am posting the summary of the novel I've been OBSESSIVELY PLANNING. And this summary was a pain to write let me tell you.

Devil's Food
Young Adult


Cindy Chase has two options post-graduation: go to college or take a year off and get a job. Her one hope for employment is The Cupcake Gallery, a small bakery owned and single-handedly run by twenty-one year old Lacey Finch. Cindy lands the job but only barely, and once on board she comes to realize that baking and decorating a few hundred cupcakes everyday isn’t as easy as she anticipated—not to mention the arduous task of dressing up for the theme days Lacey is always brainstorming.

But learning how to properly frost violets is the least of Cindy’s worries.

In the fairytale-obsessed town of Little Cinder, superstition is something taught from birth. Carrying warding charms, hanging horseshoes above doors, trying to pass legislation that will ban the killing of spiders—these are ways of life for the townsfolk. So why aren’t Cindy’s charms working? Why does she still feel something watches her at night even after she purifies her home?

It isn’t long before the watching evolves into something more malevolent and being with Lacey is the only thing that makes her feel safe. But there’s only so much the comfort of one lovely girl can do against the threat of the monster Little Cinder most dreads...


And it is LGBT. LET ME REASSURE YOU THAT GAYNESS IS OMNIPRESENT HERE.

Just the way I like it.
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Since the wipe of the entire NaNoWriMo website is coming in roughly ten days, I thought I'd post my 2010 novel info here. You know, for posterity and such.

Red Words
Horror/Supernatural


At eleven years old Ashton Casey learned that he’s not like most other people. Most people don’t see letters in color. They don’t identify voices by their hues and they don’t associate the shrill sound of their mother’s car alarm with even shriller yellow. At seventeen he has a name for it--synesthesia.

His previous life--a small home on the lower class edge of the suburbs, a little sister getting ready for her first year of high school, and a single mother struggling from paycheck to paycheck--is uprooted in only a few months’ time. His senior year finds him cushioned in the unfamiliar luxury of The Queen’s Theatre, the apartment suites located on the upscale side of town, paid for in full by his mother who just earned her fortune launching a chain of highly successful coffee shops. Charlotte, his little sister, died in a bus accident at the beginning of summer and Ash is thrust into grief counseling. Through all this, Ash clutches tightly to his best friend Ethan and the colors that stay mercifully familiar even in this new life.

But his precarious new reality takes a shift with a single envelope found in his pile of mail one morning--an envelope meant for the room above his. He delivers the letter to the enigmatic inhabitant of room C-14, a gentleman of unknown origin and fortune. Days after their encounter, Ash can’t get him off his mind. He’s stuck on this man who speaks in gorgeous red, who’s seen more of the world than Ash knew existed, whose refined taste masks dark ideals, and who will ultimately unravel Ash’s life strand by fragile strand.


Last year was my second year doing NaNo and my first time winning. I reread this beast earlier this year and it was a lot better than I remembered. It still sucked all over the place but after a few rounds of editing, it's actually not half terribad. It's still never going into the world though. It's staying right in my binder for my own amusement.
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So I'm reading Blue Moon, the eighth book in the Anita Blake series.

Cut for matters concerning rape. You don't have to be familiar with Anita Blake to understand my outrage. )

ON A HAPPIER NOTE. I already have a nice spark of an idea for NaNoWriMo. Yes, I'm excited already. I reread my story from last year and, honestly, it's not as bad as I expected. Of course, it's still pretty cringe-worthy but there were parts I genuinely enjoyed. Specifically, the dialogue. I always hate my dialogue when I write it but end up liking it once I reread it a few months later.

If I choose to stick with the idea I have now then come November I'll be writing a fun, creepy story involving lesbians, cupcakes, and the supernatural. A winning combination if I've ever heard one. ♥
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Guys.

Guys.

One of my novellas is being published.

[excited .gif of your choice goes here]

The publisher is Etopia Press. The story is just under 12,000 words after edits. I suppose I should have rushed to livejournal the very moment I got the acceptance (or signed the contract or went through the first round of edits or the second round) but I have that weird fear that if I talk too much about something, it will automatically cease. I'm pretty sure I've talked about it here before. If not, I'm sorry you have to be exposed to my strangeness.

BUT ANYWAY. I'll keep you posted as more information comes my way.
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Late night self-loathing voice is always a very nice girl.

Dark Side of Brain: What are you even doing? You can't write. Look at this story--LOOK AT IT. My God, there isn't even a plot there are just characters doing things. Why are they doing these things? Why can't you make them interesting? IF YOUR PLOTTING WAS ANY LOOSER THE INK WOULD RUN RIGHT OFF THE PAGE.
Good Side of Brain: Sweetheart, it would be nice if you began fewer sentences with pronouns. Just a suggestion.
Dark Side: WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH YOURSELF IF PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ THIS? YOU ARE A SHINING EXAMPLE OF EVERY SINGLE CRITICISM YOU HAVE EVER MADE.
Good Side: And a few less adverbs please.
Dark Side: GO READ SOME OSCAR WILDE SO YOU CAN SEE EVERYTHING THAT YOU'RE NOT AND NEVER EVER WILL BE.
Me: *stares blankly at screen*

Perserverance causes more brain-yelling but it's better than writing nothing at all.

When I neglect to write I start criticizing myself for being lazy and uninspired and I start thinking I'll never complete anything worthwhile.

Oh broken self-esteem, you are such a double-edged sword.
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A few months ago as I was working on Novel, I decided that I wanted to get to know a certain secondary character a little better. This character actually doesn't appear until Novel Two but, you know, whatever. So I decided that I would write a short story to explore his background a bit so that I could a) get some more perspective on him when he does eventually show up and b) have something to distract me when Novel becomes frustrating.

I, optimistically, estimated that this story would be 5,000 words at most.

It's about to break 10,000. I'm still quite far from the end but, in an exciting turn of events, I do have it all wonderfully mapped. It's just a matter of getting it onto paper.

But damn it self, this thing might reach novella territory. And you know more about the character's love interest than you know about the character himself.

You, self, are doing it all sorts of wrong.
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A follow up on my last post:

I've created a community for writers who wish to talk shop. This includes anything from sharing current projects and goals, asking questions, probing into the habits and processes of other writers, and just about anything else writing-related. The only thing that we bar is the posting of stories themselves since there is already a wide variety of communities for that purpose.

If you are interested, it can be found here: [livejournal.com profile] thewriterlounge.
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Thanks for your support last night you guys. You'll be happy to know that a lot of my other friends jumped in to agree with me and add some comments of their own.

ANYWAY, that disgusting display of douchebaggery aside, I was wondering if anyone knew of any LJ communities explicitely for writers to discuss their craft? All of the ones I check out are either meant for posting stories or only operate during NaNoWriMo. Big thanks to anyone who can point me in the right direction.
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I am just posting to announce that I reached 20,000 words of the novel last night. I am not sure exactly how good those words are but they’re THERE and that’s what matters. For now at least.

Do you know what actually helped me pick up on my writing? I was creeping around some of the blogs of YA authors and I saw that Holly Black documented her word count each day on her new novel. I saw that and got all EXCITED because there’s nothing I like more than quantifying things. LISTS ARE MY FRIENDS. GRAPHS ARE MY FRIENDS. Anything that puts things numerically just makes me feel better. So I said to myself, “I could do that! I could add up my words at the end of each month! I could find my averages! I could forecast my writing for months to come! I COULD JUST STARE AT MY PRETTY WORD COUNT CHART UNTIL IT TELLS ME THE SECRET TO WRITING SOMETHING GREAT!” (This hasn’t happened yet.)

I might or might not post it here eventually. Maybe when I have a good few months racked up. Until then, it’s been helping. I’m pressed to keep the daily word count up to four digits so that it will look smooth and straight. Hey, whatever gets things done.

I might post a synopsis soon, maybe an excerpt if I can find one that doesn’t make me say, “lolol what the hell am I even doing?” Or maybe just, you know, the title. I have weird irrational fears. Sometimes I feel that if I’m writing something I can’t put any of it out into the world too soon or it’ll suddenly die and it will be ALL MY FAULT. I have some strange paranoid phobias regarding how the life machine works. Maybe I’ll start posting them here so that other people can chime in and I’ll feel less alone.

So yes, title, maybe synopsis. Might or might not come soon.
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Beginning a novel is the absolute worst. My current project, my love, my baby, my first full-length novel attempt since I was in high school and wrote books in plastic three-prong folders plastered with Hot Topic fairy stickers, has finally hit that point between the beginning and OH MY SWEET GOD I AM FINALLY GETTING SOMEWHERE.

Because the beginning takes a lot of patience and patience is a thing that I don't have. It's like a test--do you really want to be writing this novel? Because if it's too taxing you can always just play online all night and eat your weight in Reese's eggs. I always find myself thinking: Is this lead-in any good? How do I establish my characters? How do I establish the setting? Am I being too heavy-handed here? Why are we out of shortcake? AM I SHOWING AND NOT TELLING? AM I?

And when I'm not thinking those things I'm thinking: God, this book was a failure before it even started. It's a good idea--I swear on my life it's a good idea. Please fingers, just get this typed so that I can skip ahead to the blood and action.

For me, as soon as everything is established--(here's my world, here are the people in it, this is what they're doing, and this is why. You got that? EXCELLENT.)--the novel picks up and that (assuming I know where the hell I'm going with it) is when the story becomes a pleasure to write. That's what makes the stress and doubt of the beginning worth it.

And I'm happy to report to LJ and all of the writerly people that dwell within it that I've finally made it to that stage. I've crept by three hundred words at a time, procrastinated a lot, made far too much use of [insert scene], and right around 10K I started breezing through.

Now I'm going to go off and hope that I can keep up that breezing and not report here next week with DEAR GOD YOU GUYS, MY NOVEL IS TRYING TO KILL ME.

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