Kingschilde Book Status and Feelin' Like a Million!

I feel so damn excellent. My head is so clear and my ability to focus is amazing. Life and death tools for a writer . . .! My sense of humor is back as well. In between this and the last post, I had a self-confidence crisis, then a sugar crisis, then a depression crisis. Why does it seem like life is a series of crisis' one after another? Well, it seems like a crisis when you're there, anyway.

I'm about at the thirty-five thousand word point on Kingschilde #1 and now I'm getting my second wind. I'm also on my third draft. It's a horrible, horrible habit but I'm kind of going with the flow. There's a certain magic that's coming into the writing that is even more than it's ever had.

Also, all within a week, I got ten or more story ideas, very orderly, very in a row and am now also working on all those at once. Good habits seem to be in scarce quantity with me.

I'll make things go right anyway.

Night before last, I didn't sleep so hot because I had a T-Rex chasing me half the night. Snicker. The freaking things I dream. Then again, I dreamed all of those story ideas. I was reading Laurell K. Hamilton and I swear one of my story ideas grabbed me by the throat and hit me over the head. They aren't all that violent but some of them are downright homicidal little buggers.

Hopefully will post again soon, now that I've pinned a few crisis' down.

Hm. Time to clean my head out again . . .

Lots of things be happening and it's like a runaway horse. I have the house to myself and it's very strange. I'm wrestling with my discipline and I am NEVER getting to bed on time. I'm writing lots, though.

The first Blood book is interesting, but still very loose, very requiring of major attention that I don't have to spare. I just have so many ideas that come AFTER all the setup and I want to write them NOW. Annoying.

Discovered Hulu. Movie armaggedon. Watching a bunch of old episodes and movies that I missed out on when I was younger. Getting distracted. Gorgeous actor, Billy Parish. beautiful face, foxy, bloodstone-green eyes, graceful, really sigh-worthy voice. Pity he seems to have burned out early on his career. I hate it when that happens, dammit.

He did however inspire a story. Snicker. I love falling in love.

Found the episode of Burn Notice with my favorite actor in it. GO MICHAEL! A totally psycho character that I would happily fall into the arms of . . . even if I died for it later. Snicker. I guess I'm prejudiced.

Colonist. Going. It's going. I am still not to the point where Amberlene falls in love. Annoying.

Kingschilde. Just when I think I'm out of the damn woods . . . I write, it's easy and then I 'accidentally' jam my head into a block of clay and I have to practically chew off my own head to get loose of really bad cases of writer's block.

Probably shouldn't be staying up till one in the damn morning.

REALLY shouldn't have binged at Coldstone and Seven Eleven.

First Chapter of Kingschilde, Nocturne Bites, Monthly Cycle - Oh god . . .

I have almost finished writing the first second draft chapter of my Kingschilde story! Wheee! Took a long time coming but it's coming . . . my mom now is in possession of the title 'Goddess Mommy the Magnificent'. She's studying and doing lots of stuff that is making her so happy and so easy to live with.

I had fun at my grandparent's house in Arizona, vegged, stayed up too late and ate lots of fresh-baked bread, cheese, sausage meat and mustard. Saw Twilight. Terrific! I really loved it. Cold as heck, saw my grandmother's beautiful garden from INSIDE. Am considering going in August when it's warmer but not too hot.

Have passed the five-thousand word mark on a story I suspect will make it through the writing process to be submitted to Nocturne Bites. Now I just have to get up to ten-thousand words. Am crossing my fingers because the other Nocturne Bites story I read to get an idea of what to write was very strange and kind of disorienting. No bad guy, hardly any action. Just Supernatural incidentals and 'get-to-know-you-and-screw-your-brains-out-once-before-we-live-happily-ever-after'. Not bad writing, just . . . strange.

Am currently on my monthly cycle - that's going to put a wrench in my writing plans. I danced on the DDR machine at Castle Park on Sepulveda and I think I forcibly moved my cycle up. Ouch. Still getting my work done, though. Nice. I hate feeling pathetic and a woman's monthly cycle is a primo time to feel just like that.

Moving ahead like a snail on crutches . . .

I'm getting there. It's taking flaming forever but I'm getting there. I'm only working on three or four different books right now and I'm only having a little trouble. Last night I ate cookies - IJJIT!!! - so I had some trouble getting to sleep and woke up at five in the morning. Thank god for Core Level vitamins. I'd be screwed six ways from Sunday if I didn't have them.

Slowly but surely on first Kingschilde book. I have nearly plotted out the chapters for half of the book - which is really good for me. I'm packing each chapter plot so I think I can get enough word count this draft. My first draft was 35,000 words or so which is NOT enough considering I need 75,000 for the company I want to submit to.

Still haven't gotten past the planning point on Amazon/Vampire Futuristic/Apocalyptic book. Working in it. Inspirations are Michael Shanks, Sumuru advertisements and Jayne Ann Krentz 'Harmony' Series.

Nothing more on 'Blood' yet.

Just a little over a week until I go to see my grandparents. That'll be terrific for some peace and quiet. I miss them.

Distracted yet again by online games. Frack.

Until I feel like I need to empty my mind again because it's too darn full, Slainte. Catch you later.

First Post, First Nocturne Bites, One rant in many.

Got a headache, working on my first Nocturne Bites Story 'Moonlight Defiance'.
Headache is probably from eating a whole box of Little Debbies. God that was so stupid.

I am making my New Year's Resolution now - to HELL with indulging in sugar. It's never worth it. I am just lucky I'm not fat.

Did some research for a short story to write - have decided I HATE erotica and will never buy a single book of it. I read Laurell K. Hamilton and stuff with graphic sex but purely erotica stories are black-minded, focused on getting you off and have the lovely side effect of making you feel sick, miserable and tired.

Again, that might just be the Little Debbies. Oh god, my head. I don't know why people like getting drunk if hangovers are anything like this.

Been working three days on Moonlight Defiance and now have 1,114 words. Not bad - not great either. About 371 words a day, three hours a day, 123 words an hour. I like my statistics.

Going to go to my grandparents to visit December - I'll have a whole day of writing, no interruptions and if anyone brings me any sugar, the blood shed will make Iraq look rinky-dinky.

God I need some Stargate SG-1. I keep on planning to watch an episode and then I get distracted by sugar or my online games. Daniel Jackson is far better than any worthless sugar. He isn't fattening, he doesn't make me feel sick, I don't feel guilty and I'm euphoric for hours afterward with NO HANGOVER.

ONLINE GAMES. The bane of my existence. Shopping games, RPG, thy name is EVIL.

And then I get bored and they're fun until I screw up all my writing schedule. Then I hate them all over again.

Until next time, nose to the grindstone, pen to paper and Obama doesn't exist in my little world.