Power Outages & Pokemon

My NaNo keeps being pushed back by all kinds of things….

As I mentioned in my last NaNo update, I’ve been doing a lot of sewing recently, and I still am, although, I’m not working quite as much on my machine, instead I’m doing some embroidery while watching television (I’m watching Agents of Shield for the first time). Then add to that the fact that Pokemon Go was just released and you’ve got a pretty busy person….

Of course, we’ve also had a lot of storms, so my power has, annoyingly, been out several times already this month (we’ve had a lot of storms and I live in a heavily wooded area). Its hard to write when the power goes out and you run out of battery.


Your Average Per Day: 422

Target Word Count: 25,000

Total Words Written: 4,225

Words Remaining: 20,775

Current Day: 10

Days Remaining: 22

At This Rate You Will Finish On: August 29, 2016

Words Per Day To Finish On Time: 945

I do still want to write my 25,000 words, but unfortunately I’m falling farther and farther behind. Not to mention I have another job interview tomorrow, and college orientation in a week.

How’s your novel going?


I Finally Remembered!

Yep, I’m a little ashamed to admit that I initially forgot about Camp NaNo being this month. I remembered last month – I even wrote a post about it! – but when July rolled around it completely escaped my mind. In my defense I’ve been sewing. A lot.

So now that I have remembered NaNo, I’ve gotten a bit of writing done! Over 3,000 words in fact! Thats quite good, although, I still have a ways to go to reach my goal of 25,000.

Even though I’m hoping to work on two books, I’ve mostly working on my fantasy book, in fact, I’ve not even counted any of the 1000-odd words that I have on the Superhero one because I’m not really feeling sci-fi right now (thats the thing about me, I have a lot of ideas for Sci-Fi, but I vastly prefer writing fantasy!). Its been going well, better than expected, because of something I figured out about myself a long time ago: I do best when writing in multiple POVs. Thats because sometimes I just really want to strangle one of the characters, or one of the story lines isn’t going well for me, so I can just hop to someone else.

Another thing I’m very excited about: for the first time in a very long time I have the most updated version of Microsoft word!! The computer I used for NaNo 2016 was a school issued one that didn’t allow me to download anything, and the only writing software on it was Word 2010. I don’t know if you ever had the misfortune to use Word 2010, but it sucked (I had, I believe Word 2014 on a very old computer that died). But since I got a computer for graduation, I’m all good and was able to download the newest, and let me tell you, its amazing!


It was impossibly hard, Artemisia decided, to get oneself out of the bed in the morning.

The princess stood perfectly still as her maids helped her into her dress for the day, and neatly arranged her bright, blonde curls. As they worked she distracted herself by staring out the window, at the great rivers of water that cascaded by. The palace was built into the cliff face around a large harbor, the town on the ground above, and streams ran between the rooms into the sea below. It would be a beautiful sight if much of the water were not so polluted by the city above. But at least their city was clean, according to Artemesa’s father, the King, they had the least disease of any capital city.

But then again, the king was prone to exaggerate and Artemisia had not experienced those other capitals herself. In fact, she had barely experienced her own country’s capital. She didn’t need to know the city, one day her stepmother would give birth to a son, and she would be married off to the first eligible man.

Today was a special day, even for the oft neglected only child of a king. Artemisia was turning 17, and all the cities (and some of the villages!) were sending representatives to offer gifts and blessings. For the cities and the Lords it was a chance to show off their grandeur for hopes of gaining the attention of the King; for their Princess it was a chance to pretend she was wanted. Her maids had finished lacing her into her birthday gown, and she smiled, running her hands over the delicate pink fabric, painted with flowers and birds.

Soon more maids were entering her chamber, bringing with them the young girl’s breakfast, a meal she always ate alone. But today her stepmother was accompanying them. Artemesia drew back, wishing she had stayed in bed and feinted illness (a thought she had briefly entertained almost every day of her young life). It was far too late for that now, and she fell into a curtesy and murmured a greeting to the woman that had replaced her own mother, a woman she could barely remember, who had died when the princess was but a child giving birth to a son who had not outlived his mother by long. (“And a good thing too!” She had overheard her tutor saying, “If the old Queen – may the Heavenly protect her – had outlived her son there would have been hell to pay).

“Greetings stepmother.”

The Queen offered a slightly strained smile. “Come and sit with me Artemesia,” she said, dismissing the maids once they had sat the food on the table on the balcony. Artemesia pulled on a smart coat over her dress and stepped outside, obedient to a fault.

“I thought,” the Queen said, not at all surprised her stepdaughter, “We might enjoy our meal more were there less ears to hear us.”

On the balcony with water from the city rushing past there was certainly less of a chance of being overheard, but there was also the smell of the water and the fact that the princess had no love for noise. But she inclined her head and murmured, “Yes ma’am.”

Another strained smile greeted her words. “Well I’ll get down to business then. I don’t expect I shall be having a child.”

“Father is going to have a son.” Artemisia quoted from countless courtiers and tutors; maids and stable hands; people rich and poor that she had heard from over the years.

“Your father wants a son, Artemisia ,” the Queen corrected, “Perhaps it is time he realize that we don’t all get what we want.

“Why do you know you won’t have a son?” Artemisia was grasping at straws. If the king didn’t get a son, he would throw away the queen and find another wife. While she would certainly prefer her birth mother to the near-complete stranger that was sitting across from her, she would rather not have to go through with meeting a new stepmother and risking that that one might be more like the horrid women in the books the princess held so dear.

The queen was shocked. “Artemisia I shall be frank. There are few people in this world who have children after trying for quite as long as I have.”

“Perhaps there’s something wrong with father.” Her words, muttered darkly under her breath as she bit into a boiled egg, were not meant to be heard. Even if they reflected something the princess had secretly believed for a long time, that there was something wrong with her father and one day the court physician would fix it and he would get better and love her again, it was something she would have to keep to herself. But it slipped out and the queen had heard her.

For a moment the queen was silent, but then she nodded briskly. “Sometimes I think there might be, my dear, but that is not ours to discuss.”

It was treason to even consider it.

Camp NaNoWriMo

Depending on how long you’ve been following me, you may or may not be aware that I participated in National Novel Writing Month last year (you can see all of those posts here). I’ve actually participated in it, and other various NaNoWriMo things, several times. Its addicting, I swear.

For July I won’t be limiting myself to just one manuscript, I’ll be working on getting as much writing done as possible before I head off to college, and also taking a break from my longest working story world (technically, I think I started it in sixth grade). Most of my work will be going into two books.


I don’t have an actual working blurb for this, but it has a princess who accidentally becomes queen and has to flee before her coronation, and then overflow the yet to be decided evil man. But after book one it fades into a lot more political drama.

To Be Named Superhero Book:

The alien invasion came…….. and left the world intact. The only difference, all thats left behind, are a handful of halfers, teenagers born to mixed couples before the Aliens left. Half-Human, half-alien, completely freaky. Now, its up to them to save the world before the next set of Aliens come, and these ones aren’t so friendly as the last.

I’ll also be publishing an update every few days, I haven’t worked out exactly how often yet, and there may never end up an exact rhythm to it.

Is anyone else doing Camp NaNo this year?

A Legacy is Infinite

This week’s Fiction Friday is very special to me. Its a speech that I wrote as part of a competition to get to read at an event for the graduating seniors at my high school. I submitted it half as a joke, figuring that I would never get accepted.

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This week’s Fiction Friday is a poem I wrote for a book I’ve been working on for several years. The main character is Luminia, and its interesting because she started as just a character in the poem (the rough draft of which I wrote while bored one day in math class), but developed into a main character in Aleinean (the world my story is based in) history. It’s also the longest poem I’ve ever written and I’ve since turned it into a short story.

The story is high fantasy, so there is a lot of talk of magic and gods and mythology.

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Leave a Message At the Beep

Welcome to this week’s Fiction Friday. Here is a revised version of a story I wrote some time ago, and the prompt was ‘answering machine.’ I took it very literally and transcribed the messages left for a fictional girl named Mia.

The text that’s aligned on the right is the answering machine (Mia’s side) and the text on the right is the person who’s calling.


Hey all!
This is Mia!
Please leave a message
at the beep-boop!
Love ya!

Beep. Don’t be late! Meet me at the dock at five!

Beep. Shit shit shit shit. This isn’t the right number. I need your mom’s number Mia!

Beep. For the love of- UGH! Mia put your mom’s number on your answering machine!

Beep. Hi Mia. Its me, Lynne. I just got back from the serivce. I wanted to say hi and – I just got back, you know, from the service. I miss you. Call me- never mind.

Beep. Lynne again. It rhymes, remember? That’s what you always said. Its been a week, did you know that? Someone came to talk to me, at school. They think I’m not handling everything well. Its just- call me.

Beep. They said I should journal my feelings. Since you never pick up, I’m leaving them here for us both. An open book for the two of us. Can you hear me from, you know, where you are?

Beep. I love you. Call me soon.

Beep. One month. One month since I rented that damn boat. Call me. If you can forgive me.

Beep. You always said I was a lightweight. If you were here, you’d say you didn’t envy the hangover I have. Call me.

Beep. I miss you. Call me.

Beep. I always end these with call me. Like that song we danced to at 8th grade prom. I’m in denial, just like Carly.

Beep. Can you forgive me? I wanted to have the time of our lives when I rented that boat. You never told me you couldn’t swim.

Beep. Remember Ryan? He sat by in in Junior English. He keeps tweeting me to check up on me. Call me.

Beep. I always ask you to call me. I want to hear your voice again, more than just the automated sound that the answering machine breaks.

Beep. Graduation is tomorrow. They wanted me to speak since I knew you best. I will if you call me.

Beep. I’m sorry.

Beep. Two months.

Beep. I’m giving swim lessons this summer. Everyone needs to learn how to swim.

Beep. I just want to hear those words you say. Your answering machine. If you were here today, would you still love me? But you’re not here and-

Beep. I have to say it, thats what everyone says. But I can’t. I can’t accept it.

Beep. I killed you.

Beep. Its all my fault.

Beep. I should have made sure you knew how to swim when I rented that boat.

Beep. I don’t know what I would do without Ryan.

Beep. Your mom said she’s disconnecting your phone line. It seems I’m not the only one who has to hear your voice every few days. She says we have to move on.

Beep. Your mom is right. We have to move on. I have to move on.

Beep. I don’t want to move on.

Beep. I always told you to call me because I wasn’t ready to accept that you would never call me again. I love you.

Beep. They’re disconnecting your phone tomorrow. I recorded your answering machine for rainy days.

Beep. Where ever you are, I hope you’re happy. I know you made it a better place.

I’m Sorry.
Your call cannot
be completed as dialed.

Hello Mia – uh. This is Ryan. Remember me from English class? You probably wouldn’t. Just calling to let you know that I’m going to propose to Lynne. Its been three years, I hope everyones ready. If you don’t want me to marry her, make my phone stop working or something. I’ll understand. I’m glad they haven’t given anyone else your number yet or this would be weird. If this is some bloke’s answering machine I’m sorry.

 I’m Sorry.
Your call cannot
be completed as dialed.



Its strange to think that four years ago I sat in class and wrote this, about a girl who’s friend passes away Senior Year of high school and here I am, less than a month shy of graduation recovering from the death of my former boyfriend. Does that mean something? I don’t know. All I know is: I don’t believe in coincidences, I believe in God.

From Lynne and I,

Hug your loved ones. Tell them you love them. Tell them what they mean. Never let a fight or a disagreement simmer. You’re not promised a tomorrow, theres no guarantee that you’ll see them again. If you want to say ‘I’m sorry we broke up, but you’re still awesome’ or ‘please drive safely’ then please do. You may not get another chance.

Farewell to My Home

So I’ve decided to start a little thing called Writing Wednesday where I share something about my writing; a poem, an update on my book, an excerpt, writing tips, etc. I might not manage this every week, but I’m trying. Here’s today’s attempt, a poem called Farewell to My Home from my longest WIP the Maj’yk Series.

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