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Weekly Writing Update – 01/22/15

  • Posted on January 22, 2015 at 10:04 am

This week has been a major improvement! <3 I’m so glad! See what I’ve been up to?

 

Word Counts: 

First Book of the Kurylian Saga: 1.5 sections rewritten (Current total: 14,990 words)

Kaimi Rowe Series: Seeker Born – Rough Draft – Restarted

Blue Roses – 9,971 words – Dystopian Love Story

Blog Posts

Before You Were Born

Surprise Midnight Dumpster Diving

Books Read

None this week…

Goals 

Finish Real Money Answers by Patrice C. Washington

Finish The Bag of Bones by Stephen King (Mr. King’s LAST chance with me, I’m afraid.)

Keep Bullet Journaling

Two more blog posts for this blog this week!

Surprise Midnight Dumpster Diving

  • Posted on January 22, 2015 at 3:04 am

I’m writing this as I sit in contented glow on my nice warm couch, gazing upon the red glint of my new vaccuum cleaner. It’s handle is snapped, wrapped in layers of duct tape and masking tape, as it to hold on by a single thread that last hope, and even that didn’t save it from the dumpster in which I found it. It sits next to my movies now, it’s permanent home, where it will clean my couches in peace.

This is but one of the joys I discovered tonight, during a round of Surprise Midnight Dumpster Diving. This is what I’ve come to name the odd event that happened to me. After bicycling home at 10:00pm, in 19 degrees farenheit, from my six hour shift (which I took in four inch heels, take that.), I had found myself in front of dumpster diving youtube videos. I honestly have no idea how I got there, maybe from a beauty tutorial, who knows. But the important thing is the next string of thought that entered my mind.

“I have friends who dumpster dive.” followed by “I know the Sally’s Beauty supply is closed right now.” quickly tucking into “I should text them and see if sometime this week we can go dumpster diving at Sally’s Beauty.”

Their reply was a little unexpected. “Do you want to go tonight?” Well, my next shift isn’t until 2pm tomorrow, so… WHY NOT.

So me and my friends, a married couple who have fallen on hard times recently, head out in the (rapidly falling) chill, to rifle through companies dumpsters in hopes of finding good things. I didn’t find that makeup I had hoped for, but I did find a nice milk crate, a few generous shoe boxes, of which my plants will be thankful for, they could use a boost towards the sun, and that lovely vaccuum.

Now all of this would be just another fun night on the town, had it not been for a conversation I found myself having. You see, recently, I’ve been suffering from a feeling of expiration. I’ve read somewhere that a woman is at her peak beauty at 25 years old. And after that, well? It all falls downhill. This has plagued me, tormented me, for quite a while. I don’t know why. I know I’m intelligent, and I know that I have so many more things to offer the world than my pretty face, but still! It really bugged me!

And while talking with my friends, they helped me realise this one, very, very important fact.

I am not milk, which sours on some predetermined date.

I am wine, which grows more rich and flavorful with every passing moment.

Before You Were Born

  • Posted on January 18, 2015 at 2:58 pm

((A writing prompt from Amanda Patterson‘s Tumblr, Amanda on Writing. The prompt is:

Writing Prompt

I’ll be filling it with two protagonists.))

Karabela felt a quickening in her belly, and smoothed her hand over the soft white cloth covering it. Since her pregnancy, Katar had been providing her with nicer things. Things that took him more time to earn, to hunt. She wasn’t sure how she felt about this. Especially since he was moving her from her home, from her tribe. She should have known marrying from one of the wandering tribes would end in her own wandering. But she’d seen the dark swirls around his eyes and his knuckles and the breadth of the darkness swirling on his back, and she had fallen in love.

‘Hush now, little one.’ She thought to the child in her belly. He would be a fierce warrior, she knew. A hunter, and a leader. She smiled, her thumb rubbing the swell of him there. She could not know if it would be a boy or a girl, but no matter what, the child would be a fierce warrior, a hunter, and a leader. The cart shuddered underneath her, and she lost her smile for a moment. Katar screamed at the poor beasts pulling it. Donkeys he’d purchased from a white-skinned trader. His shaved head shone like mud in the sun, and she glared at him, for the mistreatment of the animals. In the back, the crate of four chickens clucked nervously next to the grains he’d purchased as well.

He was serious about this, about their joining some strange pale-skin village, about living there, and seeing how they live. She did not like this, she really didn’t. What kind of life would their little one lead? What kind of home would he have, without cousins to play with, without girls to teach him kindness, without other hunters to teach him knots and bows and slings? He would be nothing but a farmer, and that was not what she wanted for her son. But her husband insisted, believed it would bring them closer. She didn’t laugh in his face out of respect for his passion.

The child within her swollen womb moved again, and as she comforted him, she comforted herself.

~*~*~*~*

Nikola stared, once again, at the putrid green herb sitting on her table, next to the lavender she grew for her skin, the tea tree for her husband’s callouses. She’d always loathed parsley, even in her food, but now… She grit her teeth, glaring at her useless lump of a husband. He lay, drunkenly passed out, in their bed. They’d just sold off Mendala, her apprenticeship putting them in enough money to actually survive for a few years, provided he doesn’t just drink it away. Now, he’d managed to get her with child again.

She turned, her green eyes staring out the window. The Oleanders were in bloom once again, and though she loved the smell, the children running through the petals outside just filled her with rage. She refused to acknowledge that her jealousy perhaps had something to do with it. She was jealous, yes, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was what to do next.

She touched the barely-there swell of her child. No. No she wouldn’t think of it that way. This was a nuisance. Just like all the other children before. A crying, shitting, useless pile of flesh that only became profitable once men started drooling. She looked once again at the parseley, but didn’t get up to make the tea. Might as well secure their future. The screaming would at least make Dane leave for awhile. She pushed back her freshly washed red hair, and plucked one of the oleanders growing beneath her window. Taking a deep breath, she smiled, and set it in her hair.

This child would be a burden. A useless creature whose life would only have worth with legs spread. It felt sort of poetic, actually. Her crimson lips curved into a sardonic smile, as she thought of all the humiliating things she can have this child do. She hoped it was a boy. Boys were easier to raise. Mendalla, Maka and Anna had all been absolutely horrid to raise, much less to sell. Her hand smoothed over her belly in an almost tender gesture, the same sort of soothing one gives a pig before you slaughter it.

Weekly Writing Update – 1-14-15

  • Posted on January 14, 2015 at 9:13 pm

So, this week has been absolutely horrible. In an attempt to take back some control of my life, I am writing this up, and then I’m going to work on my first book again. Because fuck the real world, that’s why.

 

Word Counts: 

First Book of the Kurylian Saga: 22,205 words

Kaimi Rowe Series: Seeker Born – Rough Draft – Restarted

Blue Roses – 9,971 words – Dystopian Love Story

Blog Posts

Electric Jellyfish – A Dream

Books Read

None this week…

Goals 

Finish Real Money Answers by Patrice C. Washington

Keep Bullet Journaling

Two more blog posts for this blog this week!

 

Electric Jellyfish – A Dream

  • Posted on January 5, 2015 at 11:51 am

The dream started as me in a new town. A mountain town, where everyone was rich-ish. I apparently was too, because I was hanging around this restaurant where honestly, they served really good food and wine and stuff. I ended up in conflict with the matron, however. I don’t remember what over, but she bullied me, and in return, I bullied her children. A little girl far too smart for her own good, a genius, really, and I treated her like dirt. She turned cynical very fast.

Something happened, and all the tourists disappeared. The mountain became a death trap. I don’t know how, but there were soldiers everywhere, and the girl’s mother was no where to be found. There were others with me, trying to figure out how to escape. Two sisters, a black man, a black woman, another black woman, and we were all trying to figure out how to escape.

Apparently, I had become immortal at some point, because they wanted to test whether I could survive. They told me, someone was going to take the test, and it was either going to be me first, or the little girl. I didn’t want to reveal myself, much less actually die, because I wasn’t completely sure of my immortality. But I didn’t want that little girl going through it either.

The test was made out of the reservoir. A giant pool of water, with a sharp, dangerous fan moving it through tunnels. In the pool, they’d put electric eel-like jellyfish, and my test was to swim around, gathering these things that looked like the floating seeds in Avatar, And if I gathered them all without dying, I didn’t have to go through the blades to the next area.

I didn’t make it. I woke up before I had to go through the blades, but I didn’t make it, and the little girl didn’t cry for me. I don’t blame her. It would have been nice, though.  I’m thinking of turning this into a short story, maybe. But then, I say that about all my dreams, don’t I?

Weekly Writing Update – 01-02-15

  • Posted on January 2, 2015 at 12:20 pm

Alright, so this week, with New Years Eve and Christmas all in it didn’t work out too well, but hey! I tried! XD However, I’ve recently found a bit of a kicker in the organisational department, and hopefully, with that, will come the energy to fight off my demons and get some editing done! <3

Also, this week, I have been asked to help a good friend out with writing up her Wikipedia page, which has been a challenge and a half, let me tell you. Any help whatsoever, or good articles you all might know about Wiki pages, please do let me know!

Word Counts: 

First Book of the Kurylian Saga: 22,205 words

Kaimi Rowe Series: Seeker Born – Rough Draft – Restarted

Blue Roses – 9,971 words – Dystopian Love Story

Blog Posts

A Day In the Life of a Saleswoman

New Page – Writing Samples

New Years Resolution Bloghop

Ulysses Bucket List

Books Read

 Start Where You Are by Chris Gardner

Goals 

Finish The Well Fed Writer by Peter Bowerman (Published 2000)

Finish Real Money Answers by Patrice C. Washington

Start The Pursuit of Happyness by Chris Gardner

Start up Bullet Journaling

Two more blog posts for this blog this week!

 

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