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Clawing my way up

I’ve discovered that if I wait until my writing is done for the day to post a passage here, it gets too late and all I want to do is go to bed! So I’m going to do my best to try posting a passage from the day’s work in the afternoon.  So here’s one from today:

Tom was momentarily irritated by that psychiatry trick of answering a question with a question and turning the focus back on him to answer what he himself had just asked. But he could accept that in this case it was actually a good idea, actually warranted. So what did he think his life could be?

Trudging along

I reached the word count that I needed to keep pace, but not that I wanted to get me over pace.  Ah well.  Considering I did all the writing this evening, it’s not too shabby. Here’s a passage!

It sounded like such a poor me, emo sort of thing, like there should be a million very, very tiny violins all wailing in a pity serenade, but it was the truth.

Catching up

I made my word count goal last night, but I didn’t have a chance to post a passage! So here you go:

That in and of itself made Tom uncomfortable, that he was so predictable that his therapist didn’t even have to ask him to finish the goddamn sentence.

Before I crash…

It was a rough writing day, but I’ve made my goal! Here’s a passage:

“What else is there?” Even as he said it he was struck by how small that description was. How he defined himself solely by this thing that happened four years ago, and by what it had made him, what it had done to him. Was that all that there was?

Day 3 and already to my goal!

Today I had that blissful experience of entirely shutting my inner critic down and just writing, just letting the words flow from my brain to my fingers to the keys to the screen.  God, I love that, and it’s been way too long.  Here’s a passage:

The holdouts wouldn’t bring things with them anymore. No flowers, no balloons, no copies of the latest schlock to make it to the top of the New York Times bestseller’s list. Nothing but themselves. They didn’t even bring the cheerfulness, happiness, optimism, that was so common in those first days, maybe that first week. Such things were ultimately too heavy to drag around for the long term, and the holdouts shed them, carrying instead the things that clung without much conscious effort: sadness, worry, resignation.

Under the wire!

Just reached my word count goal for today!  Woohoo for cutting it close! Here’s a sentence from today’s work!

“He was still in that first six years, where all the pain and suffering was roiling in his body and mind and making him angry at everything, everyone, the doctors, his parents, his former friends, everyone, everyone, himself, himself, himself.”

And we’re off!

November is here, which means NaNoWriMo!  This month I will be posting a sentence from each day’s writing.  Here’s the first!

“He didn’t remember it, of course, and what happened immediately before and immediately after were likewise hazy, as if the black of unconsciousness was smudged with a careless thumb into the forms and shapes of wakefulness.”

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

It’s HALLOWEEN, and I hope there’s a whole bunch of fun and scares and candy for y’all tonight!  And what better way to celebrate musically than with a deliciously unholy match-up of Tim Burton and Marilyn Manson? Here’s Manson’s cover of “This Is Halloween!”

And, for a bit of a palate cleanser, here’s Fiona Apple’s cover of “Sally’s Song.”

Want to win a copy of A Bleak New World?

It’s easy! Go to this facebook post and leave a YouTube link to your favorite creepy/scary/eerie song! At 4pm EST I will randomly choose a winner.  Good luck!

Science fiction double feature!

It’s the night before Halloween, and what better way to celebrate in anticipation than with this glorious cover of Rocky Horror’s “Science Fiction/Double Feature” performed by the glorious Amanda Palmer and featuring the glorious Neil Gaiman on toy piano?

Yes, it’s just as glorious as it sounds.

Glorious.