25 Things You Should Know About NaNoWriMo

An interesting take on the beast that is #NaNoWriMo as I begin planning and attempting to outline for this November!


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It all started with a simple writing prompt:

“Smoke hung so thick in the library’s rafters, that she could read words in it”

A fellow member of my favorite writing group on Facebook (here) posted a ’30 Day Flash Fiction’ list of writing prompts… and seeing as how I’ve been stuck on all my other projects, I figured I’d try my hand at it.

On the downside, I only made it to day 2.

However, I’m now 2000+ words deep into a new story, that’s been incredibly fun to write, and also very well received by the Facebook group members.

Will this end up being the next New York Times bestseller? One can only hope. But even if I only get halfway through and hit a brick wall, it’s been a good experience so far. A completely new genre, a new writing workflow, and a couple new characters that I’ve completely fallen in love with…

I present the first chapter (of many – fingers crossed!) of… well, I don’t know what it’s called just yet. And I haven’t reached the smoke in the library rafters bit either, but I hope you enjoy!

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What You Realize About ‘Oregon Trail’ Playing It Today | Cracked.com

Sharing from Cracked.com, as this was one of my all-time favorites in the computer lab at my elementary school. Many hours and lives were lost trying to finish this game, but never in such an epic manner as this! Click on the link below for the full article.

Since nothing numbs the pain of rapidly aging out of pop culture relevancy in your 30s like trying to re-create a moment from your youth, I decided to take on the trail once more….

Source: What You Realize About ‘Oregon Trail’ Playing It Today | Cracked.com

I’ve been going about this the wrong way….

So a while back, I found this funny little article titled “How to Title Every Book You Ever Write”. Now in my mind, I’m nearly finished with a couple of books, (though in reality I’m probably far from it) but I’d like to think I have come up with some good titles so far.

Well maybe not good, but okay? I mean mediocre is good, right? Who the hell am I kidding, coming up with a title is right up there with naming characters for me… For whatever reason, it’s the hardest thing I have to come up with when writing a story. I’ve even written some short stories lately, where I simply refer to the main characters as ‘he’ and ‘she’, and go out of my way to write the entire thing from a 1st-person POV just to avoid naming them.

Anyway, the article made me chuckle the first time I read it, so I bookmarked it, and then completely forgot about it. Today, I read back over it, and figured I’d finally take the time to step through its naming convention to create my own titles.

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I Swear in Front of My Kids and I Don’t Give a Damn

Re-blogging this post my wife sent me this morning, if for no other reason than this line here:

“Similarly, when I step on a LEGO while rushing to get my 1-year-old a bottle at 3 AM, I know the only way to feel better is a hearty F-bomb repeatedly shout-whispered into the darkness of night. Spoken morphine. No other word will suffice.”

The struggle is real folks!

I’m re-writing the swear-word rules in my house and I’m not ashamed to admit it.

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Daddy’s bout to lose his shit: Daddy Rage, pt. II

Late night last night, because apparently everyone but me wanted to stay up all night. Long day at work today, because I’m between projects until next Monday, so it’s been a little slow as of late. Forty minute drive home, (on a 90 degree day), which was pretty good considering the traffic. I’m even more tired than usual by the time I get home, and all I want to do is veg the fuck out.

Then I walk through the door and the madness ensues…

No I don’t want to hold you right now, Thing 2. Nor do I want you sitting in my lap right this moment, I’m still cooling off from being outside. That also means I don’t want you sitting beside me and laying &/or hanging on me, raising my body temperature.

No Momma Bear, I don’t really wanna talk about X, Y, and Z right now. And Thing 1, I don’t need to see whatever computer or tablet game it is you’re playing, because you’ve already shown me a hundred times. But don’t interrupt your mom, she’s telling me important shit I don’t care about right this second.

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The nine stages of writer’s block – with cats

Little bit of awesome to kick off your day… Suck it writer’s block!

Milly Schmidt

Some people say writer’s block doesn’t exist. That it’s just epic procrastination and laziness tied up in a pretty package. But it does exist. Oh. Hell. Yes. It. does. Sometimes it can last from a few hours to a few years (true story!) but the journey is still the same…

It all starts with one tiny seeminglyterrifyinghurdle


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Sneak peek: An Early Look at ‘Dominion’

Good morning to all you beautiful, wonderful people on the interwebs, and happy Monday! And yes, it’s still early enough to be happy. The full strength of Monday has yet to rear its ugly head…

Anyway, I’m just gonna get right to it. I’ve been sharing some of my older work recently on my downloads page, and figured it was time to share something a bit more polished, and something from a project I’m much more proud of. This was my first big undertaking as a writer, and though it’s still a work in progress, I hope to be able to complete it this year. I began working on this title back in 2012, and as you’ll quickly find out, its a dark sci-fi, political thriller. I hope you all enjoy following along on Mister Ripley’s adventure, as much as I have enjoyed creating it.

This first chapter is also available as a downloadable PDF here,  and please, feel free to comment and share your thoughts. I’d love to hear what you think!

So without further ado, I present to you…

Dominion- graphic_3He gazed out at the city from his small dormitory window, thinking to himself that with the overcast skies and dense fog, everything outside seemed to be cloaked in black and white, reminiscent of the public service films he’d been required to see from an early age. Ironically enough, he thought, that’s probably how they wanted it to appear; because, as dreary and depressing as it was, it kept the masses focused on their chores. Except for him. He had called in sick this morning, which wasn’t a complete lie. The combination of his tedious work, the cramped cubicle that comprised his personal work space, the drones he called his co-workers steadily drudging about at their tasks, and his supervisor, who was more of a slave than any of them, had actually made him physically ill over the years. He wasn’t sure if his aches were from the stress of being overworked (which more often than not, was accompanied by a less than compensatory salary), the artificial air being pumped into their buildings, or maybe the mold that he believed was festering in the gray carpet in the office building. Whatever the case, he couldn’t find the desire to crawl out of bed, just to go back to that place this morning. Corporate Amerika would just have to survive without him for one day.

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