NaNoWriMo- Day 25

Soooo….someone please remind me to contact Bethesda and inform them that releasing a game I’ve waited on for 7 years during the month of NaNo is a form of cruel and unusual punishment.

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For my non gaming friends out there I am referring to Fallout 4, the most recent installment of Bethesda Entertainments ridiculously popular post apocalyptic setting. While not without it’s faults, the game is phenomenal. There is so much content, and awesome stories, and amazing characters! It even does this really neat thing where it tells me just how long I’ve been playing when I save.

I’m a frequent saver, by the way; and because I am I can tell you that I have spent over 57 hours playing this one game in the past week. Yup. There is a good chance that I’m not going to make my writing goal because Bethesda didn’t bother to push back their release til December or something.

Because, you know, it’s definitely their fault. It certainly can’t be *my* complete lack of willpower, right? Right.

Anywho, my word count stand at just shy of 35,000 words. Tonight I am making fish sticks and tater-tots for dinner and I don’t have to cook tomorrow. So, here’s hoping I still have a chance, even if it’s a snowball vs Hell type of chance.

NaNoWriMo- Day 21

Word Count: 34,602 words

So, my story is just sitting there looking at me. It’s like a cat that’s just knocked something off the counter, swishing it’s little tail going “So what are you going to do about me, human?”

And the answer (for both really) is “I haven’t got a gosh darn clue.”

It’s the rotten truth of it all. I’ve covered the story that I was going to write. If I do any more it will be because I go back and start editing. I could do that, but it sorta breaks the Don’t Think, Just Write motto that is the core of NaNo mentality.

Okay, I’m going to be extra honest. I’ve already done a little editing. That’s how I went from 21,000 words to my current word count. Shhh. I wont tell if you don’t. I mean, I haven’t ACTUALLY gone back and edited. I’ve just re-read some of my work to be inspired to write extra things. It’s…not quite editing. Right? Yeah, right.

In my “not quite editing” I’ve noticed several themes in my work. food is a reoccurring background element. There is a diner scene, a grocery scene, two different grilling scenes, and two making breakfast post coitus scenes.

I may have a fascination with food.

Oops. I might change this in editing, chances are I wont. My lycanthropes need to eat, and my main character is a bit of a foodie. So…it fits. I just look forward to any and all reviews that go “This writer really likes to talk about food.”

Yes, yes I do.

I’ve also noticed that there are a lot of long conversations. Like, yeah they are broken up with description and movement, but the conversations go on for pages. I like it, and I’m terrified that readers are going to go ‘uuugh, these people wont shut up.’

I guess what I’m really saying is I’m terrified that everything I’ve done is wrong. Yup. That’s me. Super confident writer of all things paranormal and erotic. -insert self effacing sigh here-

NaNoWriMo- Day 15

The month is officially halfway done. My story stands at 31,260 words according to OpenOffice, or 30,415 if NaNo is counting. My brain feels as though it is made of putty. Not the good kind either, but that kind that you used to pay a quarter for in the machines at the grocery store. The kind that turned grey and gross when you tried to press it to newspaper.

That kind of putty.

As a gift to myself I picked up the second book in the Miss Peregrin’s Peculiar Children series, so look for that upcoming review.I should be able to finish that in between bouts of Fallout 4.

By the way, I am currently playing Fallout 4. Have I mentioned I’m a gamer? Oh lordy, am I. When I’m not hacking out magical bondage sex stories (or cooking) I am playing games. Board games, Pencil and Paper RPG’s, and video games. I cover the gamut. So with Bethesda’s newest installment of the retro-futuristic post-apocalyptic setting there is every chance that I am going to be a little less local than normal.

Because, yes.

NaNoWriMo – Day 12

I haven’t written much of anything since the debacle with the Write-In. That’s due, in part, to the fact that I have been dealing with medical paperwork (ick) and the fact that I am constantly distracted by the little chores around my house I could be working on.

Like the drain in the bathroom that isn’t, you know, draining. Or I could be doing another load of laundry. Or reorganizing my DVD collection so that it doesn’t look like a goblin tried to nest there.

Bleh.

Well, I could sit here grumping into my blog or try to do something about it. Let’s opt for door number two.

Book Survey Fun!

A book survey!

So, after a pretty craptacular day of dealing with mean people I was alerted to the fact that the amazing and lovely Shannon Noel Brady tagged me for a little book survey. I am excited. Let’s do this thang!

Find a book on your shelves for each of your initials.
Well, the initials are L.A.B…no teasing. Oh gosh, now I gotta go look at my shelves. Oh no! Weirdly enough “B’ was the hardest for me. Little Women was easy, it was my grandmothers favorite book so I have three different copies of it. The Alienist  by Caleb Carr is one of my all time favorites. B…Blue Moon, by Laurell K. Hamilton

Count your age along your book shelf. What book did you land on?
It took me longer than it should to remember that I’m 29. Whoops. I got Lisa Gardner, The Other Daughter. Love this book. I like most of Gardner’s work. Also, she is an amazing human being.

Find a book you’ve read that takes place in your city or state.
Dawn by V.C. Andrews. I’ve actually stayed at the hotel that the story is set around. It has an uber creepy vibe.

Find a book that represents a destination you would love to travel to.
Oh dear…uhhh. Uhhhhhh. This is harder than I thought. Most of my books are located in space, or in fantasy settings, or like urban magic locations, or lovecraftian horror. I’m like…uhhhh, Those are amazing to read about but I’m pretty sure that eldritch horrors would kill me. Badly.

Screw it. I’m going to say that I’d want to live in the setting of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter books. Vampires, werethings, witches, and all sorts of mythological fun things. I may not last long, but I’m down.

Find a book cover in your favorite color.
It was an exercise in futility to find a purple cover. Like, I’v now discovered most of my books are shades of black or green. Weird.

Which book do you have the fondest memories of?

Charlot’s Web. I read it in kindergarten, and every single time I saw a spider web I looked for messages or words. I guess it’s what made me really see that there was magic in books that could impact my everyday life? I dunno, I wasn’t so analytical when I was 5.

Which book did you have the most difficulty reading?

I assume that this is better phrased: what book I had the most difficulty finishing. Because I have a slew of books that have bookmarks somewhere around page 10. That being said I used to be a really big Anita Blake Vampire HUnter fan. I bought all the books, read them religiously. But somewhere around The Harlequin I really just stopped having fun with them.  They began to feel very similar and the mystery/horror of the books became secondary to the sex. I don’t have a problem with sex being the theme of a book, but something about it just…did not enthuse. I still read her Merry Gentry series like it’s biblical.

Which book in your TBR pile will give you the biggest sense of accomplishment when you finish it?

On Basilisk Station. I have read the first 2/3 of this book four times. The book is really well written and the characters are neat. However, military fiction is not my thing. I love the character of Honor Harrington…but there are the better part of a dozen books revolving around her that I haven’t even laid my fingers on. I’d really like to get it done.

Do you have a special place at home for reading?

I have one of those sectional couches. The spot at the bend is near a very nice window with a lovely tree outside. My cat, Nicodemus, likes to go from that window to my lap as I read. It’s very very soothing.

When do you usually do your reading?

Whenever it’s quiet. This is typically first thing in the morning. Nighttime is really lively around here and since I am the primary (please read ‘only’) cook in the house my evenings are spent cooking, cleaning up, and hacking out as much of my novel as possible.

What do you use for bookmarks?
Anything that’s handy. Seriously. I have actual bookmarks; I collect them; but I am also known to use hair ribbons, junk mail, playing cards….anything relatively flat and close at hand.

Now, to tag folks! Elegances Icy and Proofreader Hannah I would absolutely love to know your thoughts on these!

NaNoWriMo- Day 10

Last night I went to my very first NaNoWriMo event. I was that elusive mix of anxious and excited that set your stomach to doing weird things, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I miss other writers.

It’s not just that I miss telling people about my own work, though I certainty love to do that, it’s about watching them divulge theirs. There is a passionate spark that enters the eyes of a person who is wholeheartedly in love with their imagination. It’s a beautiful thing for me to see.

So I was dropped off at the Library (I don’t drive, one day I’ll tell you about the time I drove through my garage; not into…through.) and asked the gentleman at the information desk where the write in was going to be. He told me to follow him. I was twenty minutes early so I wasn’t surprised that he had to unlock the door for me.

The room was roughly the size of a classroom with that multicolored carpet that can camouflage any spill short of red. There was a modern overhead projector and a podium. A series of tables and chairs were tucked neatly away in the far corner. I didn’t want anyone to have to wait so I went ahead and got everything all set up. I pulled out some desks and some chairs. I was proud.

I got my laptop out, set everything up. I was the shameless over-achieving over-eager student. All that was left was to sit there and wait.

…and wait.

…and wait some more. Somewhere around four a clock and older pair came in and asked if this was “Room D” I told them I wasn’t sure. They did that sort of laugh you give when you are sure someone is being stupid on purpose and left. I thought it was a little weird.

They came back a few minutes later and the female of the pair asked if I was there for the “Nana writing thing” I said that I was. No one else was here yet, but I got the room set up. They pushed another desk out saying that they had gone all the way upstairs and looked there. I said I was sorry.

Then she asked when the teacher was going to get there.

“I don’t think there is a teacher, at least not one that I am aware of.”

“Oh, you’re sure this time?”

I was a little confused and I’m sure it showed. He tugged on her sleeve and said, “Come on, let’s go back upstairs.” I could hear them talking about me as they left. Suddenly I was seven years old again and friendless on the playground. I thought about following but ultimately decided that my ego couldn’t handle whatever they were serving.

So I sat and waited some more. No one else came. I decided to try to write on my own. Honestly, I didn’t manage much. After a while I gave up and closed everything up. I put the desks and chairs back, but I left the florescents humming in case someone showed up two hours late.

Having little else to do I wandered the library. I find something therapeutic about seeing all the books on shelves. It’s heartening to know that every single one of them was where I am, scrawling out their first book. But they managed. I’d like to think that I will too.

I found a few to check out, and while I wandered upstairs to take a look at the paperback section I heard them. The older couple had taken up a circle of chairs and were playing host to the few others who had come for the NaNo Write-In. Apparently they were in a writing group from the area. I stood there for a moment, looking at them, feeling completely and utterly left out.

I’m a little ashamed to say I cried. Here I am, thirty years old, feeling sorry for myself because the other writers didn’t want me in their clique. Joy.

A Hard Conversation About Sex

I’m pretty open with my family that I am a writer. I think it’s important that I tell them that so that they don’t think I am spending time locked away planning the obliteration of the universe. However, due to the fact that sex is a central theme in my stories I haven’t actually told them what I write about or even what the title of the book is called.

Because seriously, how do I tell my southern, Christian, elderly aunt that I am writing about a magical dominatrix? Pretty sure that redefines the measurements of awkward.

Now, originally I wasn’t going to go to the birthday lunch for the patriarch of my family. I am smack dab int he middle of the early stages of NaNo and I had every intention of taking advantage of quiet unimpeded moments to hash out some of my lascivious prose. But then they decided to go to a sushi bar that has an excellent all you can eat lunch menu.

Note: I can eat my weight in sushi and soba noodles.

So I went.

Being a budding author I take a little notebook with me whenever I go out in case I see or hear something that inspires an idea. After plunking down and ordering the first round of appetizers I noticed there was a really neat star pattern on the ceiling, and immediately began thinking about a night scene. I took out my little notebook and jotted down some thoughts so I wouldn’t forget the idea later.

My cousin asked what I was doing. Hesitantly (and with no small amount of stuttering) I told her. This opened the floodgate for questions. “When was my book going to be finished”, “How was I going to publish it?” and, of course, “What’s it about?”

I sat there for a moment, most of the gathered eyes upon me, and confidently warbbled.

“My intent was to write a series of stories with themes of paranormal psychology and preternatural intimacy while taking a harsh look at the social ramifications of a non-traditionally strong woman involved in the world of bondage. I really wanted to achieve a work where head space, “safe, sane, and consensual”, and aftercare were not only touched on but well depicted. I wanted to do this without shirking my ideals on feminism and the treatment of sex workers in America.”

Bam! Right? Nailed it! I was in the middle of doing my inner happy dance when I realized that a lot of my family was still staring at me.

My cousin did this sort of half chuckle snort and went, “What?”

“Porn,” I managed with a sigh. “I write magical bondage porn.”

And that’s the story of how I came out as an erotic author to my entire family.