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Hip hip hooray! For my best ever writing day!

Today was proof that something good can come out of something bad. This morning was a bad morning. Just bad. Member of my family picked a very unnecessary fight with me. One that was for absolutely no reason at all. I left the house in a huff and escaped to my favorite coffee cafe to hopefully get some writing done. On a Saturday no less.

And I did. 5,400 words to be exact.

I have been doing some reading lately. Mostly on my Kindle and not on “Gathering Darkness” like I had hoped. I am not nearly as far in it as I would like to be. But I decided to take it slow and enjoy it rather than devouring it. Because I did that with Rebel Spring, and in effect I couldn’t remember all the events that happened at the end upon picking up Gathering Darkness. i went onto Morgan Rhodes’s Tumblr to get a refresher actually.

Anyway, back on track. Reading on my Kindle. Lots of books on writing. And what I have gathered from them is that I spent the previous nine months in a complete tale spin in my own head. It pretty much said: Nothing I write is good enough. Delete. This scene sucks. Delete. This entire story needs to be rewritten because of X,Y and Z. Delete.

I lost some serious time because of this. Time that could be making me money right now. I have an obsession with perfection and crafting the perfect story. But what I tend to forget often enough is that I will always be learning. If I put out a crappy story, so what. It was a learning experience and the next one will be better because of it. I will have at least learned something.

I have been working furiously on Violet Blake. I almost have part III completed. But I am not going to publish it right away. I want to finish part IV. And I intend to do so by the end of this month. That way when I do publish it, I can put the next one out relatively quick. I have three if not four other short stories to go along with it once it is completed. I might even publish those before I finish the series.

In other words, these books made me realize one key and salient thing. It doesn’t really matter if the story isn’t perfect. If it isn’t even great. I have been told by others that I can write. Not perfectly or maybe even at times in a way that is grammatically sound, but I can write. And I need to be doing more of it.

I gave myself a break last month and didn’t do as much writing as I am capable of. Actually, it was more like a two month break. I needed it. I wasn’t in a good head space. And I think that I am that type of person who is starting to really hate the holidays. I personally think that they bring a lot of unnecessary pressure. I enjoyed them when I was little. And I think that they are more for the little ones these days. Because anyone with personal woes knows that the holidays bring about a lot of stress. And the coming of these holidays were not different. So I am forcing them into something good by working my butt off.

Another thing that I learned from these books. Publish. Don’t go back over my material over and over and over again until I convince myself that it is not good enough. I need to have material out all the time. This is something that I always knew. And it was something that I wanted to practice. But the discipline to finally do it is just now starting to take effect because I know what kind of daily word counts I am capable of.

So soon, I am going to start posting maybe weekly writing logs to keep myself honest and let people know what I am working on. How the progress is going. And what this journey of self-publishing is really like for me.

So… last week:

Dec. 8 – 4,400 words on Violet Blake 3

Dec. 9 – 2,000 words on Violet Blake 3

Dec 10 – 3,000 words on Violet Blake 3

Dec 11 – 3,000 words on Violet Blake 3

Dec 12 – 4,000 words on Violet Blake 3

And today, Saturday the 13th – 5,400 words on Violet Blake 3. A new personal record.

PS – This blog post is approx. 850 words in addition to that.

I wish I could do this every day. I am going to keep shooting for the sky every day, hoping for maybe 4,000 a day. I know there are people out there who say that this kind of writing is just typing. And not conducive to quality work.�� I disagree. If you Google it, some really great works by authors were written in a matter of days. Such as “Boy with the Stripped Pajamas.” That book was written in a matter of days. So that argument to me is somewhat mute.

You know…for anyone who wanted to put that remark out there.

Over and out.

Phase 3 Complete. And no, this is not the end.

What to say? What to say?

My teeth look beautiful now. No really! They do. Amazing. Lovely. White. Not cracks like before. I am not ashamed to smile anymore and not thinking to myself while filming that everyone is looking at my cracked front tooth. Which is great. But this particular phase ended up being the most painful.

Does anyone else here know about veneers? They are great, to be fair. They are porcelain, so they should last me a while. And expensive, so they damn well better. But this was so painful. They saw your actual teeth down to nubs and put the falsies on. And for a brief moment, the numbing shot started to wear off. My dentist has this theory about numbing you gradually as you go. So far, I am not a fan. Because my nubs/roots were exposed for a short period of time. And I swear to god, every single breath of air I took was agony. I could feel the very air in my�� mouth as if it was freezing ice cold ocean water from the night of the Titanic’s demise IN MY MOUTH! Pure agony. She shot me up really quick, but those 45 seconds are embedded in my memory.

She told me later that I am one of her favorite patients because I don’t whine and complain. Which is true and kinda great for them because I imagine people get grouchy in that chair when it takes a long time.�� I have done this dance so many times that I know to shut up and just let them do their job. Although it is hard not to whine when she says to breathe through my nose while she has half a dozen fingers in my mouth blocking the airway to my nose. And my nose was swollen from the numbing stuff which didn’t help the breathing bit at all. But anyway… c’est la vie.

One more crown. A few cavities (inevitable with my teeth) and some more gum therapy for my poor gums. Gum therapy is no fun. They deaden your whole mouth so they can clean UNDER your gums. Yes, it is as vile as it sounds. And yes, you can still feel it when they hit a tender spot. But in all fairness, my teeth felt really clean and polished afterward.

This has been a dental rant.

November Writing Log

I wrote 43,042 words this month.

I failed NaNoWriMo within the first week.

And I went back and forth between three different projects.

:::facepalm:::

The conversation in my head went something like this:

I should really write something new for NaNoWriMo. But then again, I really don’t want to start something new because I already have three other projects.

Fail.

I should finish the project that was working for me to begin with. But then again, it is turning into something really long and I need to get more material out there soon.

Fail.

I should the entire month of December to finishing Violet Blake because she is screaming in my ears to finish her story to point of me wanting to slap her.

So far this has not been working to great.

11,000 words on failed NaNoWriMo project.

9,000 words on Violet Blake.

And approx 25,000 on my WIP fantasy novel.

Not bad. But a bit chaotic. I am committed to sticking with Violet Blake for the rest of the month so help me GOD!

This has been a blog post.

November 2014 Wrap Up

Hope you enjoy!

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Am I a Literary Heretic?

I intend to talk about this in my upcoming Wrap Up, but part of me wants to discuss it now.

I think I am a literary heretic. And after I explain why, I think some people might want to punch me. All the writers out there that are considered great, quite frankly are not my cup of tea. Ones that people really adore and have fan bases that reach the sky and beyond… yeah those. Stephen King, Neil Gaiman, The Bronte sisters, Charles Dickens, Herman Melville, Suzanne Collins, (recently Veronica Roth because Allegiant broke the Faucheux Rules of writing), and Tolkien, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Nathaniel Hawthorne… to name a few. Are you pissed off at me yet? Probably. Because all these people that others talk about being so bloody brilliant I just don’t find to be so. The recent one is Neil Gaiman. I am that odd person who just doesn’t GET what he is about? I have tried to read two of his books thus far and found both of them nearly unreadable. And I feel as though I need a disclaimer. Because I am not trying to say that my writing is brilliant and better that these people. I am NOT! I just don’t understand why some of them insisted on being personally responsible for lowering my GPA in high school and college.

I recently tried Googling “Neil Gaiman is overrated” or “I hate Neil Gaiman” just to see if anyone else out there felt the same way that I do. And I found one blog that agreed with me. ONE! Ugh. It’s not that he isn’t creative. In fact, he is so creative that I found his stories to be completely and illogically random. And a bit too angsty. I say that as someone who doesn’t mind a little bit of angst and is drawn to the darker side of things. So what gives? There must be something wrong with me.

I listen to a lot of successful author interviews in order to get tips on how to write better or with more confidence. One thing that they all say is NEVER to criticize another author’s work. So here I am, in a class by myself… doing just that. I have some people telling me that they really like my vlog channel for that reason. I am honest. I don’t say that I liked something when I didn’t. To me that is just common sense, but apparently it is actually a rare find. Especially on YouTube. So here I am. Doing exactly what you are not supposed to do. And hopefully not getting hanged for it.

Stephen King: Enough with the angsty kids who turn out to be psychotic. And this guy is CONSTANTLY saying bad things about other authors. Yet he is praised endlessly. Tried reading Carrie and a few others. Meh. Although Shawshank Redemption was fantastic. The movie, not the book.

Neil Gaiman: see above. But truly, I found his characters bland. I found his writing symptomatic of someone with ADD. And yet everyone says “You have to read Gaiman.” He seems like an awesome guy in real life. But I am still alone in that class.

The Bronte Sisters: Particularly Charlotte. I think I am the only one on the entire PLANET who thought that Jane was a moron for leaving Rochester. Oh sure, she picked up her pride and honor by leaving him. But what will that trade be worth in a year? In twenty? Over finding a truly great love. If I had a bat shit crazy husband in the attic, I might feel compelled to lie in order to get a slight glimmer of happiness back in my life too. Yet he is seen as a total monster for this. *head desk* This goes back to the whole ‘honesty is a virtue.’ thing. I know from experience. It ain’t. Mentioned this on Facebook one day and nearly got attacked by virtual sharp objects.

Charles Dickens: Great Expectations was one the worst things I ever read in my entire life. And it lowered my GPA. Just…No. NO!

Herman Melville: A story about a whale. Enough said.

Suzanne Collins: Broke a crucial Faucheux rule of writing. Watch my video on it if you are curious. http://youtu.be/etC6w7NjtNY?list=UUOtFVJUoek4TKZAaeQVhiLA

Veronica Roth: Also broke a crucial Faucheux rule of writing. Gah! http://youtu.be/etC6w7NjtNY?list=UUOtFVJUoek4TKZAaeQVhiLA

Tolkien: The description and lack of female characters. That right there. I just…meh. The endless description puts me to sleep. But the addition of Luke Evans to the films makes me want to watch ‘The Hobbit’ movies surprisingly.

F. Scott Fitzgerald: Another one responsible for lowering my GPA. Great Gatsby is some of the angstiest stuff I have ever read. And Daisy is so not worth the effort, Gatsby. So much of that story that others see as brilliant is half the stuff the pisses me off about literary writing. Which I have written about endlessly on other blog posts. Refer to them for more reference.

Nathaniel Hawthorne: Scarlet Letter also lowered my GPA. And I found it derogatory towards women, maybe even if the purpose was otherwise. But stories about people who do wrong things that aren’t considered so wrong today but were by Puritanical standards tend to piss me off. I know that makes me a little politically incorrect, but most of my views on the world are VERY far from peacy. So be it.

There it is. All the reasons for people to hate me.

Now feel free to throw heavy metal objects my way. I’m sure I deserve. *hides*

Which authors do any of you hate? So I can know that I am not in a class by myself at all times. Or am I?

Past Life Regression

I never realized until this previous Saturday, November 22, that I have a problem with fidgeting. How did I come by this realization? I went to my first ever past life regression hypnosis session.

I know. I know. And um, I know. Most people will consider it to be bullshit. Even though half the known world believes in reincarnation and the Abrahamic faiths once did as well before it was ousted from Biblical records in the 500s, but we won’t go there. Well, yes we will briefly, but I don���t want to offend. So it will be brief.

Anyway. I have recently kinda rediscovered my spirituality. No, I did NOT find religion. I did NOT find Jesus. And I am NOT trying to say that I know something that others don’t. So there is my little disclaimer, because those trains are never late to the station. This was my personal experience and these are the things I believe. That is all I can say.

Recently, I started reading the works of Dr. Brian Weiss. To say that I like him thus far would be an understatement. This guy is kinda awesome. For the last two decades (or something like that), he has been doing past life regression hypno-therapy. He was doing a hypnosis session with a woman one day years back, trying to free her of some phobias she had. He asked her a rather open ended question. “When did your phobia of choking/water start?” And she didn’t give him some childhood memory. She stated in this moment of hypnosis that she tried to get to her child who was drowning in the ocean…and she died. She drowned in the water along with her child. This was in 4000 B.C. or something. ***mind is blown*** I mean Dr. Weiss’s mind. Not mine. Although I think the story is really cool.

Dr. Brian Weiss is a Princeton educated psychologist, so he actually has credentials. People thought he was crazy to actually investigate this side to para-psychology, but he did it anyway. Apparently he was persecuted in a previous life for trying to investigate this one time before. Not surprising given that it goes against Christian doctrine. But he needed to complete his research. So he is doing so in this life.

So here’s the thing. I have ALWAYS believed in reincarnation. When I was a kid, something about it just rang true to me personally. It was a natural thing. Like…duh! Yes. Of course I have lived before. That explains X, Y, and Z. Until I started going to church at a young age and they told me in Bible study that such a thing is not possible because my soul belongs to God and I only have one life to live, therefore I better commit to Jesus fast because you never know. I could die tomorrow and if I haven’t accepted Jesus into my heart, my soul would burn in hell or I would be lost forever because there are no second chances. You will not be reborn. So submit to the will of God right away. Otherwise eternity in a pit of fire is a long freaking time.

My face did this: o.O

(And no, I am not trying to offend anyone, this was just MY experience. I feel the need to reiterate that a lot because I was always having to defend myself in earlier years of discovering my beliefs).

Basically, I came to realize in college that the entire pitch above was a B.R.I.L.L.I.A.N.T. marketing strategy. Let’s give the church some kudos man, because that was genius. One life. One chance. Submit! Like RIGHT now. Otherwise you will burn, and cry, and scream in a place where no one can hear your pain and suffering.

Sorry, but reincarnation makes more sense in my poor little pauper brain. With that being said, here was my experience.

Last Saturday, I went to my first ever past life regression session. Having ALWAYS felt like I lived before, possibly multiple times. I was all kinds of nervous, excited and scared. I have one particular fear/phobia that has carried on my entire life. I was terrified that this certain fear would come out and show me that I died in this manner. So I specifically said an affirmation that I DID NOT want to know just yet if that was the case. So please powers that be, don’t let me find out about that in front of other people within a group session. Because that would suck.

Anyway…moving on. I had an extremely hard time sitting still. I downloaded some meditation tapes after the whole thing because I want to become better at this in the future so other sessions might go deeper. I cannot relax. That is a given. Sitting there and trying to focus was one of the most difficult things I have tried to do in recent years. I need more practice. By the time we reached that pivotal point where I was trying to actually peek into a past life, I had a moment of: WAIT! NOT YET! My brain isn���t ready. I���m not relaxed yet. STOP!

It took me about a minute longer than I assume everyone else to get in the right frame of mind. But eventually, I did see things. Things I can���t really explain. I wondered later if it was my imagination, or if I was actually seeing things that were real to me in a previous life. The woman running it (who was trained by Dr. Brian Weiss) told another girl not to say that she thought it might be her imagination, because that was toxic energy and don���t question your subconscious. It opens up a can of worms. Those weren���t her exact words, but that was the feeling I got from it. So here is me trying to not question my subconscious.

I am not going to get in the specifics of it all, because it was extraordinarily personal. I actually started crying before the group session ended. It had a profound effect on me. My tarot reader told me a month ago that I had a message coming to me from somewhere beyond relatively soon, and I believe that I might have received it. I was told something that I needed to hear. Something that others had already told me, but this particular person that said it in my subconscious was the one I really needed to hear it from. And that person���I truly believe���was my daughter in a previous life. And that is all I am going to say about that part of it.

My death in this particular life explains a lot of health issues I have in my current life. Had them all my life and not a single doctor could tell me why or what it was. All they said was that it was a “failure to thrive.” RED FLAG!

My views on certain things were explained given my previous life circumstances. Small things such as: manners, proper behavior, courtship��� things I questioned that I thought made me strange were all of a sudden clear to me. I believe X, Y, Z because such and such happened. Does that make sense? Hope so.

Certain obsessions I have had over the years make a lot more sense now. I have always had a love for England. Now I know why. It is not a stretch to say that I lived in England. That is something I have ALWAYS thought to be true.

This experience, although strange and very foreign to me, I believe was real. I think I got a slight glimpse into the past. And it basically told me that the things that others have told me are wrong about myself, or are things that I need to change about myself, are facets to my personality that are there for a very specific reason. I have trouble with dating (I believe) because I have mostly had arranged marriages in the past. The act of ���getting to know��� someone is and always has been a really foreign concept to me. It doesn���t come naturally. Never has.

Things others do as a teenager, such as drinking under age or partying never appealed to me in the slightest because I was raised in a previous life to know that ladies just don���t do certain things. This makes me sound like a prig and anti-feminist (which I am not), I know. But behaviors that other people defend, particularly in the media just don���t make any fucking sense to me at all. I think to myself, ���Why would you do something so stupid?��� Primarily because of the ���young ladies should not behave like that��� thing. It is probably why I earned the name ���grandma��� in graduate school.

I am perfectly content with being alone. Mostly because I was the home keeper. I have always known this. ALWAYS. I knew that I was a housewife at some point. Because in this current life, I am just too damn fiercely independent for my own good really���

I came out of it and felt like I just woken up from a coma and the whole world felt different. Like things I had always known were confirmed for me. And I no longer had to defend myself or make excuses when people ask me why I am the way that I am. It was just so OBVIOUS why I am the way that I am. And there was nothing wrong with things others have told me were strange.

I walked around the shop where the event was held for a little while in a complete daze. Met some nice people. And then saw this necklace below. I actually first saw it a week prior and smacked myself all week for not buying it. Especially since it was a unique piece and no other ones like it existed from that artist. So when I saw it there again, I grabbed it. I have been wearing it non-stop to commemorate my first past life regression session.

I know that this was probably the most random post ever. I tend to use my blog more as a journal and let the verbal throw up commence. But there you go. A rather awesome, jaw opening, and scary experience.

So naturally I’m planning on doing it again next month.

*sigh*

Phase 2 Complete. Holy Shit Batman.

How shall I even begin?

I went to the dentist again yesterday to do the next part of my procedures. Enough said with that alone. But alas, I shall try to continue.

Remember how they embarrassed me last time by writing down my blood pressure instead of saying it? Well, this was worse. I have always had the nice laughing gas. I was thoroughly looking forward to having the gas and being in La La land whilst they worked. I asked for the gas and my dentist looks at me with the whole “are you kidding?” look on her face.

The face said the following: You pussy! You can’t be serious! This isn’t even that bad!

What she actually said: This is just aesthetic work.

Apparently in these modern times you only get the gas for “serious” stuff. But this a decade ago WAS considered “serious” stuff. Forgive me for missing the memo.

Grr! Yeah, maybe that aesthetic thing is true. But you are sawing down my teeth to a nub and added crowns. I have done enough of these to know that it is massively unpleasant. And I don’t need YOU telling me to toughen up (even though she didn’t say that, I know that is what she meant).

So she brings the chair downward and gives me the numbing gel to prepare for the shots. I take a few deep breaths to calm down. She then says, “Are you okay, because you are hyperventilating.”

o.O

NO! I am trying to take a few deep breaths to prepare! I have been in a catastrophic accident where I was hyperventilating. I bloody well KNOW what hyperventilating feels like. And that was NOT hyperventilating. I was so insulted. Apparently I couldn’t take a deep breath without being seen as a pussy.

They started calling me a “rockstar” after that and telling me that I was “doing so good.” Too late. The damage was done. And I don’t need a compliment for my ability to stay still with multiple fingers in my mouth for four hours straight. For some reason, I found the compliments even more irritating.

So four and a half hours later, I am about done. Reaching the breaking point and I am ready to tell them that I am through for the day. They feel the same and stop. I came home to eat some yummy butternut squash and take the pain pill. I thought it would be a rough night, but I slept like a rock. Thank god.

I have only temporaries in my mouth right now and they look pretty, but I can’t smile. I am still swollen. Still a bit numb, and my gums are an absolute fucking mess. This was not the worst of dental procedures I have had to do, but it was not a walk in the park. But I do think that the anticipation is the worst part.

But I just hate it when people who have not had a lot of work done themselves or have had one or two things act like I am a wimp about these kinds of things. If you had the amount of work that I did growing up, you wouldn’t laugh. I have a right to get nervous because I KNOW what is coming.

Rant over.

Unnecessary Pressure

Here is a conversation I had with my friend recently.

Me: This month has sucked. I feel like I suck at life.

Friend: You are awesome. Don’t feel that way. What’s wrong?

Me: I can’t support myself without help from my parents. I can’t afford to move out on my own until next year. I had fifteen job interviews and they all said I don’t have enough f*cking “experience.” And I am so frustrated that my writing is suffering.

Friend: That’s our whole generation. No one is doing good on any of those things right now.

Me: Hmpf…. Yeah. But solidarity doesn’t make me feel better.

Friend: *hug*

That pretty much explains my whole mind set right now. NaNoWriMo has been a bust. Not because I am not working. I was doing okay. Was even ahead with my word count. But then it went completely array because the story I was working on…well, it didn’t suck. But my heart was not in it.

And then I ask myself should I put both “Elder Origins” and “Violet Blake” on the back burner? Because my heart is totally into this other story I started months ago and it won’t leave me alone. It is BEGGING to be worked on. Literally begging. But if I don’t get to writing the other books on EO and VB (my code names) then the readership will drop. But that’s not a big deal because the readership isn’t huge by any means. And no one will notice if I just disappear for a while. But if I don’t continue what I started then I am a quitter, and no one likes a quitter. And what if I never end up going to to those series at all. Then they are out there on the internet machine…unfinished…and I am a loser for not finishing what I started. And if I end up with something good, everyone will wonder why my old series are unfinished. And the KBoards say that unfinished series are the kiss of death. But that doesn’t matter anyway because the only books really selling right now are the ones under my other pen name. And I need to work on more of those. But then the really cool idea will be neglected. And then I am over 10,000 words behind on NaNoWriMo if I start over. And my personal life sucks right now. And I am stressed out. And I need to have dental surgery this week. And my front teeth are going to look like shit until my veneers come in. And what if they didn’t get my message that I want the canines too and not just the front four teeth…my teeth will forever look uneven. And I have to take my mom to physical therapy twice a week. And my martial trainer wants me to test next month. And I need to go Christmas shopping.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This has been a rant. Or rather mental throw up.

Here is a wild thought! I am not going to go onto the KBoards for at least a week. Maybe even a month. Because I think they have done more harm than good recently. Everyone says “do this” or “do that” otherwise your books won’t sell. And I miss writing when it didn’t matter if no one read my work.

And no more looking at my daily sales. Not because the books aren’t doing well. But because the unnecessary pressure is giving me the brain drain.

Writing Log | October

Man, what a clusterfuck of a month! No joke. This month had it all! Family drama, got sick not once, but twice, two injuries from my Krav Maga classes, awesome times with friends, and complete exhaustion.

So naturally, my writing suffered.

This month I wrote a total of 31,120 words. Significantly less than last month. But I am trying to cut myself a break. 30,000 of those words went toward a new book that I am quite proud of. I know that I worked my butt off and can’t feel too down because I logged my work. For the number of days I didn’t work, there were other days that just rocked. And I think that is the point of logging my work. I even entered on one of the days that I didn’t get my word count because “I suck at life.” Then the following week had a few 4,000 word days.

The other 1,120 words went toward projects that didn’t really work or just went into the trash folder. Which is acceptable to me. Because I am taking a new strategy this month with NaNoWriMo. I am not going to reach for the fucking stars like I did these previous two months. My tarot reader even told me that I was working hard and that I needed to take a step back. That I was too focused and had too much weight that I placed on my own shoulders. How perceptive. And very true.

So, I am going to limit myself in my writing this month. I will write my 1,666 words each day, and I can’t go over approximately 2,300/2,500-ish words per day. I remember the times when I wrote less and liked my work better. But then with getting on the self-publishing bandwagon, I read all these amazing posts on the KBoards about people who wrote a 10,000 word story in a day, published it, then repeated it the following day. And they got rich doing it. So I thought that was what I needed to accomplish. It’s no wonder why I reached total burn out recently. I was pushing myself too hard and then getting down on myself for not producing enough.

Well, note to self: I am giving you permission to be a tad bit lazy. Don’t reach for the moon as of yet. Or at least not right now. Because the brain needs to relax a bit. Write what you have to for NaNoWriMo, and we’ll see where we are at the end of November. If I feel under-accomplished in December, then I am allowed to harass myself all over again. But as for right now, November needs a break in the constant stress cycle.

Phase 1 Complete

So yesterday, I went and had the first procedure on my teeth done. It was about as bad as I thought it would be, but definitely not worse. And they didn’t have to numb me with a shot. Just jelly. So thank you for small mercies.

After the experience which involved numbing me, lifting my gums and cleaning UNDER my gums, then using a laser…. *cringe*…. I was left rather unhinged. I came home to a loving father who had a glass of whiskey primed and ready for me. Probably not the best choice because I don’t feel great today and I wanted to get some work done. But I have decided to blame it on the dog disrupting my REM cycle this morning and my stomach turning into nervous knots all day yesterday. The whiskey can only take a portion of the credit.

Goal today: Write up to 3,000 words on a new story I have been working on. Contemplate on how I want to say in a video about my upcoming participation in NaNoWriMo. Try to recall the name of that website that helps Indies to design their own covers, because I really want to start doing that. But before all this, I seriously have to wake up. *smacks self*

I sometimes wonder anyone would ever read this blog. Often feels like me ranting. But hey… as long as it makes me feel like I am getting something done. Right?