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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Loads of Excitement

1) I know I already said this, but it's still exciting: I figured out (for now) what I want to do with my life, and I'm actually excited, and I actually have a plan on how to achieve it. Yay!

2) I JUST GOT ACCEPTED TO COLLEGE! Yay! It's at the same place the Sis is going to and even though my dad and mum said, "Pshhht, with your grades you'll be fine," I was still worried about getting in. And I did!! Tomorrow I get everything set up. Hopefully. The internet isn't working at home (I'm at work right now, shh) and someone forgot to do her FAFSA. AH!

3) Guess what I wrote? *nods emphatically* Yes. I wrote the Difficult Scene. You see, first I called my friend (some of you know her as ElvishVampireHobbit) and talked with her, and then I went to work. Afterwards I was walking to my car and there was the moon streaming down ethereal light, and a scrub-of-a-brillo-bush, and large reed like grass nodding and hiccuping in the wind, and...

Suddenly I was talking like this:

Obadiah: "You have to trust me." (Obadiah wasn't really there, but I was talking in his voice)
Micaiah: "Trust you? What do you mean?"
Obadiah: "I mean there are some things I have to do that you can't know about, and you have to trust that I will keep the good of the Spakes in mind."
Scotch: "Cause that's not vague."

And then a car door slammed behind me and I jerked around, now fully aware that some woman had been standing behind me, and was probably jumping into her car as fast as possible since there was some kind of freak (namely me) staring into the bushes talking to herself.

BUT it was Worth it. Not only did I write that scene, I wrote Another one. And I bumped up my word count from 43,000 to 46,000. Well, almost 46,000, but it's close enough.

So thank you my Lame Namers (my LamNams?) for threatening me.

Can I have some cookies now?
And could someone unglue me from this chair?

P.S. Do YOU have anything Exciting to share?

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Writerly Snacks... And Kind Threats

I don't usually snack when I write, but I still thought this was cool...

Over at YA Highway they had a "What Kind of Writerly Snack Are You" and I thought it was pretty cool. I was fruit, which fits perfectly. I love me some good fruit.

If you want to take the test here's the link: This Is A Link (but it might be wrong, so it's probably best just to go over to YA Highway, since they are super cool anyway)

And that's all for now, except for:

I am almost done with m first Spake book. I just need one more scene to write. Could a couple of you start threatening me (in the most creative way you can think of without being vile or potty-mouthed) so that I actually write the stupid thing? Only if you want to. Thanks.

I'll talk to you later, my writing pals. (Seriously, one day I will think of an Epic name to call you guys, until then, I will just call you Lame Names)

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

How to Stop Blog Lethargy

In the past four days I have had an awful hard time thinking of something to blog about. And then I'll think of something! And I'll write five words! And then I'll think it's stupid! And it pretty much stops there.


Really. I have at least five posts sitting in my 'Posting' tab that I just Could Not finish.

Which got me thinking: What are the best possible ways to fight Blog Lethargy?

1. Freestyle: Just write whatever gobbley-gook that you want. It doesn't matter if it's good, as long as it doesn't make any sense, like my poetry!

Example: "Around the corner bend museum, Hark! A spotted lamb, I love your shiny shoes."

2. Word/Picture Association: Using google and a dictionary look up a random word, find a pic that matches it, that reminds you of another word, that makes you find another pic, and etc.

Example: "Simon"

You cannot deny his creepiness

3. Take your time to angst about everything in your life. Even if you don't know what angst is, don't worry about it. It will come naturally to you.

Example: "I hate my life, my hot boyfriend isn't really my boyfriend, and I think cows are skinnier than I am."

4. Take a moment to share random pictures For No Apparent Reason.

Example: "These are some of my fav pics from when I went to the British Museum!"

A bird!
A pig... I think.

5. Document yourself doing a Most Normal Event, and make it as epic as possible.

Example: "My arm strained forward toward the kleenex box as if in slow motion. My heart thudded louder than gunshots in my ears, non-ending, perfectly spaced gunshots. My whole body was palpitating under the extreme stress. I wasn't going to make it. Fear blanched my skin, sweat oozed out of my pores as if my entire body had become one with my nose.

Aha! Victory! My fingers snatched up the kleenex just in time to catch the dripping snot that loomed out of my nose like a vicious disease-covered rope."

Anybody else have any ideas? *is hopeful*

P.S. I am mostly being serious about these, although one or two entries may have inadvertently become sarcastic.

Friday, June 18, 2010


Seven-year-old Hailey Twitch knows three things for sure: who she’s the boss of, how to throw a tantrum, and above all, how to get exactly what she wants. But all that changes when Hailey gets paired up with annoying Addie Jokobeck on the class project. No matter what Hailey does, she can’t seem to change her teacher’s mind.

At home, a cranky Hailey is feeling sorry for herself when – poof! — Maybelle, a magic sprite, comes flying out of Hailey’s dollhouse. Maybelle’s on probation with the Department of Magic, and on a special mission to get Hailey to have fun.

The only problem? The invisible Maybelle starts causing a lot of trouble, and when Hailey’s teacher wants to know who’s to blame, Hailey takes responsibility. After all, Hailey Twitch is not a snitch! Now if only Hailey can convince the Department of Magic that Maybelle has reformed…

You can buy Hailey Twitch from amazon by clicking here, and find out how to win a free book from Lauren by clicking here!

Seriously, check this out. :)

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

A Strange Place to Get Stuck

Pic found here
This is a Strange Place

I have noticed a trend in my writing. And no, I'm not talking about these kind of trends:

Erm... This is trendy??

*shudders* Anyway. One of my trends in writing is NOT finishing the second to last chapter. I know, weird place isn't it? I can write beginnings with little to no difficulties, and endings make me happy. Sure, the middle can be a tad difficult to make sure all the pieces are in the right order. But hand me the second to last chapter...

And suddenly
I can think
Of nothing.

It's true!

Thanet's Curse, which has plagued me since February, taunting me with the fact that I don't have any desire to finish it. Forget you, thou second-to-last chapter of death! I've been running from the aforementioned novel cringing with the thought of dealing with that chapter.

Then there's Luperin, the sequel to Haunbrinth. Now, there aren't really chapters (is this legal?) but I wrote everything but the few scenes right before the end, so it's about the equivalent of the second-to-last Chapter of Doom! I keep saying I'll finish it, but I haven't. Because. I don't want to deal with it.

There's even Myzi, which you guys don't even know about. Guess what I've written? Yup. Pretty much everything but that last final chapter. (And the third to last chapter, but you get the point.)

It's a plague, I tell you, a plague.

Check Melanie's blog out here.
She has some good stuff.
Google is not cooperating today
I don't know how this is a Writer's Plague
And I don't know whether this is cool
Or so creepy I should go about screaming

I was working on Cinnamon and Calamus: of Why You Shouldn't Trust Spakes when I stopped. Anyone want to guess why? Yes, you, the one in the front moving your arm languidly back and forth like a fan? Why! You're correct. I did get stuck on the Second-to-Last Chapter of Destruction.

But I have found a way to fight it and I will be victorious! You see, this is the story I am writing that is based off of an inside joke.

Foot pic here
Eh, that's a weird looking foot
Of course, most feet look weird
Feet Are Weird

No, no, not the foot inside joke. The Spake inside joke. Anyway, so I made myself a promise. (Those pesky little promises won't leave me alone. I keep making them. *sigh*) Every time I see this Friend I have to have written at least one paragraph from the Second-Chapter-of-Dearth.

And guess what?? I have written at least half of the Horrible Chapter :D

The only down-side to my excitement? It's too short. Again. I'm only at 34,000 and That's Too Short.

I have decided that all of my books should be stamped with the label: S.A.S Books.
Short Attention Span Books. It's difficult for me to write long books (that are based solely on one character) because after 50,000 words I'm bored and done with that character. Let's move on. Plus, lately I've been having a hard time finishing long books. I think that's one of the many reasons I've been reading more and more Middle Grade books. (Though, they're not always shorter.)

So, my dearies, where do you get stuck when writing? Have you found any tricks to get past those tough parts? Do you like short books or do they annoy your face off?

(P.S. My brother, Dave, is reading my book right now, and it is much more hilarious when he reads it. Ahahaha...)

Saturday, June 12, 2010

This May Involve Death...

For those of you who don't know I have been generally against Blogfests (for myself, not for other people.) The only reason why is because I'm borderline schizophrenic and I'm sure the aliens can find me if I enter a blogfest.

Hey. *gets defensive twinge in eye* You never know.

But Tessa at Tessa's Blurb is having a blogfest of DEATH! Isn't that mad cool? I can't resist the chance to kill somebody. *Ahem* I mean... A chance to hone my skills as a writer. That's what I meant. Uh-huh.

So I'm entering a blogfest *swoons from shock.* I suppose that shows you that #anythingispossible. Because I never thought I would use hashtags on Twitter either, and #lookwhathappened #it'slikeadisease

I blame all of this Brain Malfunction on Mia Hayson. She does blogfests ALL the time (Read her one about the Cute Zombie Man *drool*)

*blushes* Ahem. Sorry. I will be a perfect little lady now.

PFAHHHH! Sorry, that idea totally made me laugh.

You see, my friend and I think it would be cool to insert ourselves into a Finishing School and then we could have Secret Meetings about being Rebellious and eating pickles with one's bare hands!! Ah! We would totally get kicked out and how much fun would it be to go around saying I got kicked out of a finishing school? Bwahaha...

Excuse me. I'm going to go plot some more Evil Thoughts for out Secret Meetings.

(pic from here)

Me: Look! I have dirty hands!
Prissy Lady: *squeals and faints*
Me: *laughing hysterically*
Friend: You're weird. Ooh! Look! Pickles! Let's make a smoothie.

Saturday, June 5, 2010


When I was on vacation I told myself, "I will write everyday! I will blog, and read people's blogs, and I will comment like a BEAST!"

Then I got strep throat. And I turned off my computer. And pretended to be a caveman.

So then on the way home I told myself, "I will write everyday! I will blog, and read people's blogs, and I will comment like a major BEAST!!"

Yup. That worked well.

So then I told myself, "I will never make a promise ever again!"

Then I realized.
That's a promise too.

Let me explain what my life is like.

I make Big Life Plans, lining up my little ducks:

Aren't they adorable and orderly?

then God knocks them all down.

It would be just like God to use an eight ball too.
Here, you want to ask an eight ball what to do?
*sounds of crashing ducks*
It says to ask me.

Ahem. Anyway. So I have finally made some Big Life Plans, and I'm pretty much letting my ducks run around haphazard. Instead of holding them like this:

Ahahaha... That girl is serious about her duckies.

My Big Life Plans: To become a literary agent. My plan? Um. Yeah. Nothing really nailed down shut yet. I'm applying to a college (the same one sis is going to.) And I'm planning on losing my mind in boring classes.

Oh... Wow.
That's some class.

In the meantime I've discovered a secret about writing: Just do whatever you want.

Okay, okay. This Sounds Bad, but it's not. I've been so worried about getting things done when they need to be done blah, blah, blah, that I'm not having fun with it anymore and I'm sure as dinosaurs not enjoying it.

Which is dumb, because I gave Haunbrinth another edit (oh! By the way, I have a page for that now up at the top. If you read/already read it and think it needs work, let me know. If you so desire, anyway.) Plus I've written a couple of words for Spake 1, and I've been figuring out a lot of Spake stuff with my lovely friend who is like a twin to me.

So I'm not going to freak out and say: "I can't work on Invisible Love because it's not on the LIST!!!!!!! Auuuuuuuuuuggghhhhhhhh!!!!" because that's stupid. You know, I would definitely yell "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhk!" I never say Augh anymore.

Moving on. I will still edit my books, and I will still write new stories, and I will do whatever I want. Because one day I'll have an agent and an editor telling me what I can and cannot do, so for now I'll just shout: "Don't tell me what I can and cannot do!" while I still can.

Ooh! Look at the pretty knife! :D

Later, my blogging peeps.

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