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A Long Way To Go

There’s nothing quite like Jerry Reed singing about The Bandit. Oh sure, it’s about driving, but there’s a line in this song that makes me think of NaNoWriMo. “We gonna do what they say can’t be done, we got a long way to go and a short time to get there…” To be honest, this should be the theme song for NaNo.

It’s only the second day and I already feel the pressure. My mind is constantly flipping through possible scenarios surrounding the very vague plot I have for the story I’m working on. I’m not on the verge of pulling my hair out or anything, not yet at least. However, I do feel the pressing need to write, to make my word count (whatever mysterious number it is).

I know I said I’d only write about it once a week, but since it is the beginning and since I was at a loss for something to write about today, I chose NaNo again. Oh!! And I just had an idea for my story. See? This is why blogging is good. It pushes your thoughts in different directions and next thing you know, you’ve figured something out you didn’t even realize you were pondering. Go me!

So is anyone else feeling the pressure? Should we nominate this song as the NaNoWriMo 2010 Official Theme Song?


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The Fire Inside

If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you probably realize that this weekend I had an epiphany. Well, something like that.

This is what happened (you knew it was going to be a story, didn’t you):

Friday I was in a crisis of plot and characterization for That Ain’t No Bull manuscript. I was at the black moment and I just couldn’t go on. Not like I was going to throw myself off the building or anything, but I couldn’t keep writing that story. It was really bothering me. I mean, I think it’s good (of course I do), but I felt as though I was losing the thread. My heroine is snarky and insane yet her black moment turned her into a daytime soap star. It was too melodramatic and I couldn’t figure out how to fix it.

My solution was to send it to one of my CPs and let her look at it. But what to do while she was looking it over? Well, if you follow my blog, you’ll remember that I have a method for clearing my mind of unnecessary thoughts when I’m stuck on a project. So that’s what I did, except this time I was going to actually plot. Me. Plotting. I thought the sky would fall.

So I did what this handy little mini-plotting course I signed up for said to do. I had it all planned out and I started writing. I was maybe 1200 words in when I realized…I hated it. My heroine wasn’t snarky enough, there wasn’t enough danger, and there wasn’t enough humor. Then I remembered an idea I had while using the bathroom at work (writers get ideas in the weirdest places). What could be funnier than someone passing code on toilet paper in the bathroom? You ladies know how it is: you use the bathroom and realize there’s no toilet paper in your stall. What to do? Yell to the person in the stall next to you and ask if they have toilet paper. We have to help each other out, you know.

So that’s where I started the story and to my utter surprise, I couldn’t stop writing. Friday afternoon I think I churned out about four thousand words. Saturday morning, I went to get a pedicure and then headed to the coffee shop to write some more. By the time I stopped to meet up with my sister for lunch, my side project had blossomed by another four thousand words. *dead faint* But it didn’t stop there.

I don’t normally write on the weekends. I have a routine and I stick to it, but this story wouldn’t leave me alone. I took a nap when I got home and then hopped right back on the story like a bronco rider. The side project grew by leaps and bounds until I was looking at 10k words. What was going on? When I found myself back at the keyboard yesterday morning, I knew I was onto something. I would write, write some more, then take a break, write some more and by the time I went to bed last night, I had 18k words. That’s eighteen THOUSAND words!

And I’m not finished. Oh no, I can’t even think about That Ain’t No Bull right now. No, my mind is firmly fixated on this story which is like Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson and the Olympians meets Krelsey Cole’s Immortals After Dark. Or something like that. I still haven’t come up with a logline, blurb, or synopsis yet, but I can’t be bothered by insignificant details right now! My muse, my lovely, supporting, slave driving muse, has taken over my brain.

What’s it called? I’m not sure yet and that’s a surprise since I’m a person who has to have a title before I can write. At this point, it’s unimportant.

What do you do when the “fire” is upon you? Do you go with the flow, or do you try to ignore it?


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I’m Not Insane, I’m Not Insane

I’m really not. I’m a writer. I go off to La-La land quite frequently, even when it’s least convenient.

Case in point? Yesterday afternoon I was talking with my boss about a problem we were trying to find a solution to. I had a very valid point I wanted to make, but just like that *snaps* it was gone and I was thinking “I really need to cut that scene from my WIP, it sucks. I mean, why would an Amazon be afraid of cows? Seriously girl, you need to re-read the story and find out where you went wrong,” all while staring at my boss. He looked back at me with an encouraging expression.

“I had a thought right here,” I told him, pointing to my forehead. “But it’s gone and I don’t think it’s coming back.”

He just laughed and kept talking. Lucky! Of course, I didn’t remember what I needed to speak with him about for at least an hour, but when I did we were cool. I’m sure he thinks I’m crazy because I can only imagine the blank look on my face while I was lost in thought. Oh sure, it’s happened many times before, but never so bad or obvious before. Does this mean I’m becoming more…writerly? Eh, I don’t know. It could just have been a brain fart, cause really, everyone has those, but I think it’s just me being in the zone.

Sometimes I fear that I’ll get so lost in my thoughts I might start sounding like a crazy person.

Someone sane (at work): “…don’t you think?”

Me: “Do you think a six foot four woman can lift a three hundred pound man?”


“Okay, maybe not that, but what about a bull? Do you think she could lift him and throw him across a pasture? Is that too out there, or what? I mean, she’s an Amazon; she’s super strong. Stronger than Wonder Woman. Why do you suppose Wonder Woman had an invisible jet anyway? Did Amazons have jets? Should they? Should I include that in my story?”

It’s a worry I live with, especially since not a single one of my co-workers know I write. I don’t think it would bother me too much though since they already think I’m weird with my ever-changing hair color, piercing, tattoos, metal music, and things I wear. It’s all good though…I think. Hell, now I’m staring to feel paranoid. *looks around*

So, tell me people: are you insane?


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As the Plot Twists

Last week, I had a revelation. In working on my current WIP, I realized my second manuscript was lacking something. I think what I have now works, but it isn’t solid enough for my satisfaction. As I sat outside, watching the eagles soar (seriously, there are a LOT of eagles in Amelia, Louisiana), it came to me. My second manuscript requires a rewrite.

Oh, not a complete rewrite. I actually like the story the way it is, but one line of the plot is very thin. I don’t think the change I’m going to make is going to have a huge impact on the story, other than to make it more solid. At least I hope so.

As for my current WIP, it will. Not. End. I’ve surpassed the word count I set for myself and am still writing! It’s frustrating, but since I know I’ll axe some of the parts I’ve written, I think it’s okay. The hero and heroine just won’t come to grips with their romance. She’s determined not to ruin his life, he’s determined to have her in it. The back and forth between them (with the help of some secondary characters) has made the end linger more than I like.

How about you? Do you find yourself with a book that doesn’t want to end, even though you know the outcome? I know what happens next, but it just won’t come! It’s frustrating.


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Manuscriptitis – Your help is appreciated

My manuscript is suffering. Yes, it is suffering from a lack of ending. I was so proud of myself last week and the week before because I could almost taste ‘The End’.

Now, however, I’m struggling. It isn’t that I don’t know how I want it to end. I do. It’s more of following a path not plotted out and finding myself in a new world. Just one little bend in the road, and now I have a mess on my hands.

Even though I plotted Lifestyles from start to finish, I didn’t want to set the story in stone and give myself no room to move around. I think I’ve done the absolute opposite though. I’ve given myself too much room! This wasn’t a problem in the first 30 chapters because the new angles strengthened the story. The end though. Oh yes, the end is problematic.

Noelani, my heroine, went from being a cold, passionless assassin, to a warm, loving woman. Except now that her revenge is at hand, she can’t seem to grab onto it. This is her crowning moment, the moment she’s been waiting on for over a hundred years and she can’t pull the trigger. Did I make her too loving? Too warm? Or is she where she’s supposed to be? If she’s where she’s supposed to be, how the hell do I get rid of the bad guy? I mean, c’mon, this guy needs to D-I-E! He’s the best villain I’ve ever written and I want him ded. You hear me? DED! (Rocky Horror Picture Show moment, sorry.)

Here’s the scene set-up: villain (a demon) has just taken out nearly a dozen Amazon warriors, he nearly killed the hero, and all he wants is for the heroine to be his. He’s been obsessed with her for centuries (that’s a long time, ya’ll). She has a special gun for demons aimed at him. But she can’t pull the trigger. Does my hero step in and end it for her? Do they let the villain live to face true justice? Does my heroine pull the trigger, thereby proving to one and all that she’s a cold-blooded killer? Help!!


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