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Fall–Well Winter–is here!

Fall is officially here!
Halloween is around the corner!
The leaves are crunching beneath my feet!
And the temperature?
Nice, cool, and crisp–HANG ON A SECOND.
43 degrees??!
*Clears throat* WINTER is officially here! 


YEEEEESH! 

Somehow summer has ended, we’ve completely skipped Autumn, and have fallen head-first into winter! I was looking forward to my sweater weather too! But, alas, I will make do with heavier shirts and winter jackets. We still get to wear our sweaters; they’re just underneath something.

Actually, I’m pretty excited that I’m feeling perpetually cold: it means that I’ve lost a significant amount of weight this year! Now this isn’t an appearance thing. I knew I needed to be more active and eat less for my health. I can actually feel the difference! My body feels so much happier!

HUZZAH!!

I’ve actually had two major goals that I’ve been wanting to accomplish for years. (Pretty much ever since I was a child.) And I know I’ve talked about this before, but, bear with me: I’m going to talk about it again.

Goal #1: lose weight so I feel healthier.

Goal #2: finish writing my first novel.

In my mind, while I’ve only lost half of the weight I wanted to lose, I’m accomplished. See, it’s not all about the end goal. Yes, it would be nice to feel a sense of completion, but it’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey.

Head down, one step at a time. That’s how it’s done.”
-Rob Hall (Jason Clarke), Everest (2015)

Speaking of writing, I’m so excited! I’m back on a writing schedule! And just in time for NaNoWriMo!

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Word after word, sentence after sentence, chapter after chapter–I’m getting closer and closer to my goal. I want to have a complete novel on my desk by the time Christmas comes. And, if I keep working as steadily as I have, I’m sure to succeed! Then I go through one more wave of revisions and I’m ready to search for an agent! Yeess!! 

It’s taken me so long to get to this point. And I’m almost there. I just have to keep going.

Thank you guys for all the support you’ve given me. I’m excited to share this novel series with you–I think you’ll like it! Next month, I’ll talk about my in-depeth schedule for NaNoWriMo.

In my parting words, I want to leave you with this video. I’ve been on a Markiplier kick and when I was writing this post, I was thinking of this vlog. It’s one that inspires me and makes me feel like anything is possible. 

NaNoWriMo HAS BEGUN!

“You write. That’s the hard bit that nobody sees. You write on the good days and you write on the lousy days. Like a shark, you have to keep moving forward or you die… What matters right now are the words, one after another. Find the next word. Write it down. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.”
– NaNoWriMo’s Pep Talk from Neil Gaiman.


It’s here, writers! NaNoWriMo is here!

It’s the time of the year where we focus our creative energies more than we ever did before; we flip open our journals and scribble, we power on our computers and clack away. Dust off those novels that are hidden in your desk drawers!

National Novel Writing Month is here!

For those who are new to the month-long writing fest, here’s the basic rule: write 50,000 words by December 1st. (It’s basically the size of a novella, or small novel.)

Here are my personal goals:
1. Accomplish editing my novel beyond chapter 7.
2. Churn out 50,000 words for the latter chapters.
3. RULE at managing my time; fit in some amount of writing every day!

These are the things I have been needing to work on most with my novel. I need to get my butt in my chair, every single day, and finish this storyline! It’s so strong in my mind, I need it strong on paper now!

By God, I am going to do this! 

Good luck to all writers participating in NaNoWriMo this month, whether through the website or by yourselves! (Website is here, for those interested: NaNoWriMo.com )

Comment below what you’ll be working on this month!

An American Perspective on The Paris Attacks

–but first a quick NaNo update:

Thus far in November, my NaNoWriMo progress has lagged. It’s typical of me that I don’t actually complete a novel in National Novel Writing Month, due to the fact that life does tend to get in the way (now more than ever), but also because I want to train myself to write full-time, not just full-time for a month. Also, a friend of mine pointed out that I was using a lot of fragmented sentences, which I thank her tremendously for. I used part of last week to brush up on my basic punctuation.

If you can’t tell.

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Honestly, if you look back at my previous blog posts, you’ll see a lot of sentences where I should’ve used commas, dashes, colons, or semi-colons instead of periods or the “…” Oops! Well, hey. That’s progress. I mean fragmented sentences aren’t terribly bad, but broadening one’s mind– or revisiting past rules that have been forgotten–is a good thing: it makes for stronger writing.

So this week I sit down and start my writing process again. Also, I’m brainstorming about a Christmas romance novel, to be published on Amazon, but I also have to research more into the E-book process… and think up a good plot. I will keep you guys updated!

 


 

Okay, leaving the lighthearted stuff behind, I want to talk about my viewpoints on the Paris Terrorist attacks. Last Friday, I was having the worst Friday the 13th ever. Honestly. A pick-up truck almost crashed into me, I lost my visa card (only to find the store employees had wonderfully rescued it), and some biological things were on the way–lets just leave it at that–it was a downright stress-filled day.

Then, at Subway, getting dinner for my family, I looked up.

“FOUR BOMBINGS IN PARIS” a news station screamed at me. Even then I didn’t register the magnitude of what had happened. I wonder now if others in America grasped the sheer depth of horror the Parisians were feeling, the moment those first news reports came in.

However, that initial caption did give me pause.

“This really wasn’t that bad a day.” I murmured to myself as I ordered.

The evening ticked on. My boyfriend walked in, dad read the newspaper, and I helped mom clean up the kitchen. I remembered the news broadcast and absent-mindedly clicked on MSNBC.

I think it was around that time when America was just coming to terms with exactly how devastating the attacks in Paris were. The news reports became more detailed as information flowed into the stations. No longer was this an “Oh, I’m sorry this happened–I hope everyone’s alright” reaction but an “Oh my God”, plain and simple. The more news that flowed in, the more reality set: this was the kind of world we now live in.

What was most devastating, I’m sure to a lot of people, was the Bataclan massacre. Inside the theater, Eagles of Death Metal rocked on. Then gunfire rang out over the crowd. People ran, hid, hung off of windowsills, and laid under dead bodies to preserve their lives. A video has surfaced on YouTube of the band reacting to the shooting. One member immediately ran for the door, another stood stunned, and the drummer ducked behind his drums. Worst of all: another video on YouTube is of the alleyway as people run from the theater. It is raw in nature and I advise caution if you go searching for it. There is plenty of blood and terror to be seen. Hence why I don’t post it here (also out of respect for the victims).

My family and I have stayed glued to the news stations all weekend. CNN and MSNBC have been on repeat, only turned off when I finally went to bed.

I can’t believe that this is the world we live in. I briefly remember a time before September 11th where security was lax, where a person didn’t have to take out liquid or sharp objects in order to board a plane. Even shorter do I remember the days directly after September 11th: where the planes didn’t fly, where America was unsettled and unsure, no longer indestructible… but victimized and angry.

Our hearts and prayers are with the people of Paris. I can’t even imagine being in that kind of situation. Well, I mean, I could as a writer, but I wouldn’t want to be. Even yesterday while thousands came out to the Paris memorial, there was a sense of determination but also panic. News clips showed a square emptying due to fireworks being set off.

Like how Paris stood with us on September 11th, we shall stand with them. I pray for Paris; pray for solidarity in peace for all. I pray for safety for my family, friends, and the world as a whole. I pray for terrorism to be decimated and ideologies reexamined.

In the words of John Lennon:

“Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world will be as one.”

May God bless us all.

Writing Updates, Crimson Peak — HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

First off, let me say, I have been listening to “Valse Sur Une Berceuse Anglaise” ON FREAKING REPEAT since I saw Crimson Peak last Monday. The music plays in the background as Thomas Sharpe (Tom Hiddleston) woos Edith Cushing (Mia Wasikowska) into demonstrating the Viennese waltz. The following ensues:

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Yes. A highly romantic scene, a dance between two meant-to-be lovers, spouses caught in a horrible plot.

(THEY ARE MEANT TO BE. I WILL ACCEPT NO OTHER ANSWERS. FIGHT ME.)

Honestly, if Thomas Sharpe and Edith Cushing had been in a Jane Austen novel–especially if Tom Hiddleston played a male love interest–GODI think feminine hormones would take over the world and kill us all. Seriously. Go check Tumblr right now. I guarentee within the first page you’ll find someone gushing over Tom.

(I’m one of them.)

I swear, I SWEAR I was over gushing over Tom Hiddleston. And then the Victorian Gothic Romance fangirl in me reared her head. Doomed, I say! Doomed!

Others are making a big deal of the sex scene in Crimson Peak. Me? The waltz was my downfall.

“There are two kinds of people” as Tumblr likes to say.

Speaking of big deals, I found out that they announced Museum of Words last Friday when I was sick. I wasn’t surprised that I didn’t win. I was hoping I would, but I didn’t expect it, like I do with most things. It was a slim shot for anyone, at best. 35,000 stories were entered; the chances were slim at best for anyone. Furthermore, I think most contests look for literature-type, “real world” submissions anymore (unless they specifically look for fantasy, sci-fi, or speculative fiction). My style is more in line with pop culture. A fangirl through and through.

Honestly, I read the submission that won. Brava. She definitely deserved it, I will say that.

As JackSepticEye says in GTA V with Markiplier, Bob, and Wade, “I ain’t even mad, bro.”

(Maybe a little disheartened, but not mad.)

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Anyways, so here’s the hopeful optimist in me coming out. I have a theory: maybe I’m not winning contests or getting selected for journal submissions because my “big win” is going to be Angel’s novel being published. Maybe, just maybe, God is saving that moment, a “winning” moment, for when I will truly enjoy it. Isn’t that how he always works? Gives us what we need, not what we want?

I have confidence that you guys and gals will enjoy Angel’s story. And I’m excited for you to read it. Personally, I’m just happy the Museum of Words loss didn’t cripple me like I feared it would.

I also think Crimson Peak had excellent timing. Due to my obsession with the waltz (yes, obsession), I’ve been distracted in a moment where, in another time, I would’ve been depressed for longer. Points for you, God. Points for you. Funny how that all works out.

Bonus: I’m excited for you all to see my first Writing Updates video over on YouTube! I talk about my plans going into this next week regarding my writing. I’m definitely expected Writing Updates to be an ongoing thing, through NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and beyond. After all, people keep asking me how my writing’s going. Why not check out my videos for a more in-depth answer?

Hope you guys and gals have a happy and safe HALLOWEEN!! (Still have no idea what I’m dressing as. Instagram will surely reveal my decision!)

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