writing
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August Results August has been a very interesting month for writing. I’ve been distracted by a fewcthins here and there and working on a few projects that have been super fun this month. The Kiss: 25737 Seven short pieces for Hidge Week (You can start with Day One): 3507 LE poetry (Winter Here): 40 Fanfiction:…
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Guess who finished Camp NaNoWriMo with 55K? This girl! The story is still in full swing, so back to writing I go!
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Camp NaNoWriMo is in full swing. I set my goal for 25K and told myself I would write every single day this month. Well, on July 10th, I hit 25K. I hit 25K in 10 days, and there’s still 21 days left in July. So I have now increased my goal to 60K for July…
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Hello all! It seems like it has been forever since I last posted an update here. The past few months have been wild with work and judo and everything else in between. First a quick update over the last few months, and then onward with the plans for the rest of 2019. In the past…
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Failure is something that can happen to any of us at any time. Failure is something that we all try to actively avoid, failing, being a failure, is something that we don’t ever really want to admit. Failure sucks, but it’s a part of life. Lately, I’ve felt like a failure in several aspects. I’ve…
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Even as the best of writers, we all have busy lives. The kids need to be taken care of, bills need to be paid, and most of us have other hobbies other than writing. And let’s not forget the unexpected things that come up and take precedent over writing. Lately, I have been very guilty…
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I have been working on a novel and its series for nearly eight years now. Several of them have had outlines and several of them haven’t. All of them have been started during National Novel Writing Month and a few of them have been finished. Why am I telling you about my projects in a…
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Yes, you are reading that correctly. Just three sentences. Life is busy for most writers. We have day jobs, kids, pets, outside life to deal with once we leave the page. Several things interrupt us from our stories and as more days pass it becomes more difficult to get back into the story. We also…
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These past few weeks, the entire month of February, has been strange for me. I had a tonsillectomy on the 31st of January and practically all of February was spent in bed recovering, or scrambling to get homework done as my semester for my bachelors program was winding down. Yes, I know, I’m excellent at…
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She keeps the dead plants in their pots to remind her that she’s still living. They’re dead and dried and curled up on themselves, but they remind her that even in the best conditions, things just die anyway. She looks at the dead plants on her window sill and remembers to live her life to…
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There’s an old man, Sitting at the bar, Crumpled up on a barstool. He turns to you, More full of drink, Than motivation, And hands you his card. “Penny for your thoughts?”, He asks with a crooked smile. You find that your head is empty.
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He uses Binoculars because he is afraid to touch her. He’s afraid to talk to her, to face her head on. He’s scared because he fears she will laugh at him, reject him, avoid him. He wants to talk to her, but the fear swallows him up whole. He finds that he likes watching her…
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Dear you, I drove by the park where we used to hang out after school. It’s been years, but the playground is still standing, the rust crawling up from the sand and eating away the paint. The benches are still there, cracking with age, splintering away more and more with each rain. The tree is…
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The list in her hands was old. The page crumpled up multiple times, as if shoved into a pocket or a fist several times. The names were scribbled in a quick scrawl, the red X’s across them a sign of something. “What is this?” She asked, gazing up from the list at the man in…
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He rolls the dice in his hands like they mean something to him, blows on them like they really are hot between his palms, says prayers in as many languages as he knows, as if he believes in all those higher powers. It still isn’t enough and he loses his gamble with Death. Not with…
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I thought I got away clean. No scars, No bruises, No pain, From the damage I caused. Too bad I was my own witness. Now all I feel is you.
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Gathering clouds above our heads look like rain. They hide the sun and make everything completely hazy. The people all around us bundle up. Scarves, hats, and jackets so thick so their tender skin is hidden from the cold. Their hearts are also hidden from one another. Will the clouds ever part and the sun…
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Get to know me, I know you can. I may look tough on the outside, Or bored, Or untouchable. On the inside, I am full of secrets. Just look past my hardcover To find the goodness inside.
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Sometimes rules are rigid, Hard lines, set in stone, that should not be crossed. Sometimes rules are limp, As easily arranged as wet noodles, Vague and malleable. Other times, Rules are set to keep us down, Keep us in place, Scared to fight for what we want. Those rules, More like guidelines, Should be crossed.…
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Nothing is ever free. Beware the offers, And the solicitations, And the sales pitches, To change your life forever. Beware the gifts, And the prizes, All to “better” yourself. They may all have free delivery, But you pay the price, With your individuality.