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Update: CampNaNoWriMo Week Three

campnanowrimo 2018begins...(1)Meh. That’s the word I’d use for my writing motivation this week. I’m not going to be too hard on myself, though. My body is getting ready to birth a human, so that comes first. However, I have managed to write 2455 words. I was hoping to break the 10k milestone this week, but it wasn’t to be. My current word count stands at 8681 of 15k.

I’m not sure how the next week is going to pan out for me. I’m not putting myself under pressure to be a CampNaNo winner. A few more words here and there would be great. If I could hit that 10k mark, then I’ll be happy. That’s 10k more than I had to work with on April 1st.

Excerpt:

   There’s nothing more I can ask of him. A lot is at play here that I don’t know about, and there are secrets covering up secrets. I have to trust Topher when it comes to the Pyazamite. He is in the know whereas Marco isn’t. All we can do is hope that Marco doesn’t get himself killed passing on worthless information.


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Update: CampNaNoWriMo Week Two

campnanowrimo 2018begins...(1)I wrote some words… Not enough to catch up, but I wrote some. I lacked motivation toward the beginning of the week and family life took precedent, but once I decided to write out of sequence, I got my mojo back.

I have made it to 6226 words of my 15k target. That means I wrote 3190 this week. I was hoping to have more written in the first two weeks of CampNaNo because my due date is creeping ever closer.

The funniest part of my writing routine is the birthing ball I now bounce on whilst writing. I must look a picture, but as I spend a lot of time writing on my sofa, (not an optimal position to try and get baby into a good labouring position) my midwife instructed me to get a birthing ball to use as a seat whilst writing and watching tv. It has been interesting.

Excerpt:

  Marco sits straighter and runs his hands over his unshaven face. “Now it makes sense. I came here tonight to give you this. You need to pass it on to Topher.” He hands me a piece of paper with coordinates on it. “There is a big mission tomorrow before dawn. This is the location. I overheard talk about the extraction of something big. They have inside help on this.”

  I push the paper back into his hand. “You give it to Topher. This is proof that you’re not who they think you are.”

  “I am who they think I am, Sweetheart. I betrayed them, my job, and you.”


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Update: CampNaNo Week One

campnanowrimo 2018begins...(1)I may not have started with a huge goal, but after week one, I’m already behind target to make my 15k words in a month. There are lots of factors affecting my decision to half my word count goal of last year’s CampNaNo and being 36 weeks pregnant is a big one. That, and my daughter is on her two week Easter holiday from school. I’m now a little worried that even 15k is a bit ambitious.

I had planned to write more than my daily 500 word goal because if this baby is to come early, CampNaNo will go out the metaphorical window. However, it hasn’t worked out like that. I’ve had days of zero writing followed by days of writing over my target count (not many of the latter). In the end, all that matters is that words are getting written. Something is better than nothing.

This week I wrote 3036 words of book one of my Sisters All novella. I’m pleased where the narrative is going, and I’m getting to know various characters and find their voices a little more.

Excerpt:

“And you don’t see eye to eye? I find that surprising.”

  Topher plays with the chain around his neck. “Why, because my Dad is the model of peace and tranquility between the species?” He lets out a breathy laugh. “That couldn’t be further from the truth, and if you want my opinion, it’s my old man pulling the strings on this Pyazamite situation. He will be whoever he needs to be for whatever occasion. Right now, he needs to be the face of neutrality. Tomorrow, he could be the leading force in a fae attack against the Human World Government. I grew up with the bigoted, narcissistic jerk, and believe me, he has no love for humans.


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EVO Ghost, Writing and Me

EVO Ghost: My Go-To Tracks

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EVO Ghost is due for release on March 1st! Whoop! ARC reviews are rolling in and I’m loving the positive response to Teddie’s finale. I thought I’d take the time to share some of my go-to tracks during the writing and editing of EVO Ghost. The following tracks are the three that stand out for me, and I will forever associate them with Teddie’s finale.

A friend sent me a link to this song with the message ‘This song is TEAM TEDDIE!!!!’ When I listened, I was hooked. It totally has the EVO Nation vibe.

Teddie struggles with her role in the rebellion. Writing that conflict within her wasn’t easy. There were other characters that tried to protect her to the point of smothering. I think about 40% of the book was written whilst listening to Rise by Katy Perry.

I wrote and edited the last few chapters with this song on repeat. I literally listened to nothing else. There was something about this track that inspired me to think of the character’s futures together. It certainly has a conclusion feel to it.

 


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EVO Ghost, Writing and Me

Update: 30/03/2017

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It has been over a month since my last update, and with CampNaNo just days away, I thought I’d sum up my writing journey over the past 5 weeks.

Word Count

My promise to write everyday during March has been fruitful. I only missed about five days due to commitments, and some of my word counts were little more than 100 a day, but little by little I managed 15.5k words. I’m happy with that, considering this month has been hectic. There has been more birthday parties, school parent’s evening, school science display afternoon, Mother’s day, treats out, volunteering on school trips, and song presentations. Not forgetting, my asshole of a cough. Yep, some of you may know that I have had a time of it with colds and coughs. 6 weeks later, I’m still coughing but there is light at the end of the tunnel. I’m feeling much better, and there is no threat of me coughing up a lung.

Reading

I have been catching up on my reading of late. Nevernight by Jay Kristoff wouldn’t let me go, so I read when I should have been writing. Sometimes, we’ve just got to do these things, right? Also, I was honoured to receive an advanced ARC of Brianna West’s final book in the Promiscus Guardians Series, Resurrection. I have been patiently waiting for this book whilst West did other things. (Oh, you know, have a baby and what not.) Seriously though, the woman is a power house when it comes to writing.  Again, I couldn’t put the book down. Damn all the brilliant storytellers distracting me from my writing!

CampNaNo

I’m not going to lie and say that I’m a NaNo prepper because I’m not, so I can’t use that as an excuse. That being said, knowing that I’ve set myself a 25k word count for April has left me a little complacent on my March writing. I don’t want to burn out, do I? Hopefully, CampNaNo will see me nearly finished with my first draft of EVO Ghost. *She says tentatively.* I shall not be doing another update post for a while as I shall be doing weekly NaNo updates. Keep your eyes peeled for those.

Excerpts (EVO Ghost only. I have done zero writing on Zombie Playlist.)

EVO Ghost: (sorry for the short teasers, but spoilers…)

Throwing my bag over my shoulder and readjusting the black wig, I make my way to the truck. Rafe places a hand on my chest. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Since when does Rafe Lloyd pander to anyone?” I say, sliding passed him. Looking over my shoulder, I throw him a half-baked smile. “I’m fine.” I know I’m kidding myself, but it’s not going to change the fact that this needs to happen. I have to leave the safety of The Hive, and today is the day.


One of the women leans a little closer to me. “You’re not what I expected.”

“Despite what Towley would have us believe she doesn’t have horns and a thirst for blood.”

The woman shakes her head. “I expected someone polished- sharp and shiny around the edges. You’re a bit of a mess, no offense.”

I shrug. “Little offends me now.”

She throws me a wink. “You’re human and that’s reassuring, even if you are coming apart at the seams.”

Am I that obvious?


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EVO Ghost

Muse-ic for EVO Ghost

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These past few weeks have been a rollercoaster of drafting emotions in regards to EVO Ghost. First, I was moseying along, quite content, then I hit a wall. That wall saw me change a time jump, totally deconstruct the middle of my draft, and then cut just over 10k words. Needless to say, I have been having a panic unlike I have had with any other of my books. I think I have pinned down why… I have ‘third book in the trilogy’ syndrome, or so I am calling it. I am so worried about this book living up to the first two, and that Teddie gets the ending she deserves, that I’m freaking out a little over here. Loose ends need to be tied, my characters haven’t finished growing, and they’re all looking to me to do them proud. I’m rambling now- deep breaths.

I think this book will continue to keep me on my toes, but I have found the best way to deal with my self-doubt is to write through it- write through it and draw inspiration from music. That is exactly what this song is about. In my eyes, this is Teddie’s song for book three.

Human by Rag’n’Bone Man

The following lyrics are so true of where I am at in the EVO narrative, and where Teddie’s head is at:

Take a look in the mirror
And what do you see
Do you see it clearer
Or are you deceived
In what you believe
‘Cause I’m only human after all
You’re only human after all
Don’t put the blame on me
Don’t put your blame on me


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Picture Prompts, Writing Exercises

Fortnightly Picture Prompts

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Over on my Instagram account, I post fortnightly picture prompts that I have snapped because they inspire me in my writing. I invite you to have a pop at writing a sentence or paragraph to accompany it. You can find me on Instagram by following this link.

If you do not have an Instagram account, but would like to join in, you can post your sentence/ paragraph in the comments, and I will feature them in the next Picture Prompt post right here on my blog with links back to you.

Picture Prompt:

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Here is my paragraph inspired by this picture prompt:

They call it ‘Hangman’s Tree’. I know where it is, but I daren’t venture into the woods to see it first hand. The noose is for those who cannot contribute, and fail to complete the training or the tests. It’s either ‘The Noose’ or ‘The Walk’. No one wants to make that walk, or suffer the separation after. The Elders actually encourage The Noose- they say that The Walk is a great dishonour and those who fail should bring mercy to their families. My brother took The Noose only twelve months ago. I feel no mercy- all I feel is hatred toward the regime; a regime I shall burn to the ground.


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Thrown to The Blue, Writing Exercises

Capitalisation of Honorifics and Names is the Bane of my Editing Life

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What has this edit and my proof-reader shown me? That I am inconsistent in my capitalisation of honorifics and names. Oh my word! As soon as my proof-reader started pointing them out, she just couldn’t stop. I mean, seriously, I’m totally crap and inconsistent to the point of frustration.  Titles such as King, Your Majesty, and the more common ‘Father’ (in terms of referring to an actual person by that name), are just a few of my pit falls. This is how I picture my proof-reader’s reaction every time she has to correct me on this issue:

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What makes this edit even more exasperating is that my novel is full of honorifics with one of my main protags coming from royalty. Oh well, at least I am now aware of my annoying tendencies, right? Ha!

Do you have any annoying writing habits/ pit falls? What is your biggest editing peeve?


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Writing Exercises

10 Weeks, 10 Prompts, 10 Minutes #7 (Prompt Me Special)

The purpose of these writing exercises is to take a prompt a week for ten weeks and allow myself ten minutes to expand on it. All the prompts are taken from my writing prompt eBook: Prompt Me.

To check out my list of ten prompts, and maybe have a go yourself, follow this link.  Go with the flow, take the prompt literally, or just allow elements to inspire a totally different story. It is up to you. Link back to me, so I can have a read of your creations.

The Prompt:

“When I said come bearing gifts it was code for weapons. I can’t believe you brought cheesecake.”

Manny simply stares at me. “Uh, sorry, Boss. I thought it was your birthday or something.”

“Why would I celebrate my birthday with you bunch of reprobates? Put it in the bin.”

He looks to the dessert like I’ve just asked him to kill his cat. “But it’s banoffee–”

“Put the fucking cheesecake in the fucking bin, or so help me God, I will put so many bullets in you that you’ll look like fucking cheese!” Slamming my gun on the table, the room recoils from my outburst. Manny drops the pudding into the bin, and I unclench my hands and brush my hair back out of my face.

Why do these useless assholes make life hard for themselves- for me. It’s not like I don’t pay them well. It’s just a pity that the people easiest to control, and have do your dirty work, are usually a sandwich sort of a picnic. If I wanted to be a babysitter, I’d not have killed that hooker and let her keep the baby.

“Please tell me you’ve got something for me,” I say to Gaz. Gaz is the self-appointed crew leader, and I suppose he is the brightest of a very dim bunch. He swings a black bin bag onto my desk and opens the top just a little. Wilkes’ severed head peers up at me, and I close the bag once more. “Good. What did you do with the rest of him?”

“Propped up in his office chair like you wanted.”

I slouch back into my chair. “And the note?”

“I personally hand delivered it an hour ago.”

That makes me feel good- really good. This is my city and anyone who thinks otherwise must be shown their place. “If Wilkes Jr wants Daddy’s head, then he signs over his shares to Gyroni Corp. If he doesn’t, then I underestimated the Daddy’s boy.”

Gaz takes the black bag from my desk. “Right. So, what’s with the weapons, Boss?”

“I’m glad you asked. There is a little situation I need handled. Do you think you’re up for it?” Gaz nods. “I want you to storm Harry May’s house.”

“The politician?” Gaz asks. The men shift awkwardly.

“The very same. He’s got a security team of seven ex-marines, coded doors, and a panic room.” I slap a piece of A4 on the desk in front of Gaz. “Here are the codes you’ll need to get into the house. Harry must stay alive, kill the wife, and abduct his sixteen year old daughter. I will pay one mill for this job.” The thought of all those zeroes seems to lighten the mood a little. “The girl remains untouched. I mean it- not a hair on her head or a dick in her panties! After all, we’re not animals.”

 


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Writing and Me

Creating Antagonists

Here is my first reblog of the next few weeks. I posted this about a year ago and still stand by my methods for creating antagonists…

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I  have settled down to write this blog post with a large, steaming mug of tea, so I must be anticipating it to be either lengthy, time consuming, or both. Bear with me on this.

Yesterday, a reader of my eBook, EVO Nation, shared her enjoyment in my development and portrayal of the main antagonist. Hence, why this blog post idea sprang to mind.

In truth, my antagonist was as much a surprise to me when I was writing it as it must be to the reader experiencing it for the first time. In previous posts, I have explained my lack of planning and outlining when it comes to my first draft, and how this can lead to surprising revelations even for me as the author. When I came to the logical conclusion that a certain character had the motivation and means to be my perfect (surprise) antagonist, I felt sick with betrayal…

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