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Dance Hall Days

Not that anyone wants to actually see me dancing, but I do love doing it.  And oddly…  I find I get an insane amount of writing done on the computer when I listen to disco and club music (Youtube playlists are my friends these days).

Though, there are those moments in my office and the kitchen when I’m letting a plot point simmer in my head that I act out a line dance* from Soul Train.  My characters think I’m quite crazy.  My husband is equally bemused.


Fortunately when the Boodle is home from school, he still joins in most of the time.  He’s not quite at the “Mom, don’t embarrass me” point yet.

The point of mentioning this is…  the last few days I suddenly haven’t felt up to dancing.  I’ve also noticed a decrease in my word count or at least my enthusiasm to achieve any real word count.

Is it because April CampNaNoWriMo is over and I don’t have a ‘push’?  Is it adjustment to the Boodle heading back to school again (it’s not necessary to dance with a partner, but it can be a lot of fun)…

I don’t know.

Or maybe it’s a beginning of the week slump.  I have noticed that these Wednesday posts tend to be less optimistic than my Sunday posts.  I’m still figuring it out, but if you’ve got thoughts or personal experiences of a similar type, please share.  I’d like to know what’s going on in this crazy head of mine.

(And in other people’s heads too…  )

ROW80LogocopyBut you all didn’t come here for that, did you?  You (hopefully) came to hear about my awesome… well, not so awesome, progress since Sunday.

I’m… mostly on track.  Still no progress on that creative arts, goal.  No reading in my writing craft books, but then my library list is demanding my focus on two other books now.  And I haven’t submitted anything to our local critique group.  Then again, no one else in the group has yet either.  I suppose the first step is to make sure we’re “On” again.

For today, I’m detouring my regular plans and goals to set a day or two for rearranging my Swan Song Series Scrivener files into a main Story World Bible and separate projects for each book.  I realized I needed to do that when I discovered how hard it was getting to keep track of the March/Promenade section of the series.

And…  I’m at serious cross-purposes there too.  This third book is getting insanely large.  Six POV characters!  Ack…  and they all need to collide in one place at about the same time.   Granted, three of these characters are major secondary voices, so I might be able to shift my focus from them some here and there, but…


So how are you all doing with your creative endeavors?  Interested in joining a bunch of really supportive people who share the same passion?  Find other ROWers here and jump right on in.

I like that video best because of the twin sisters at the end…  I have a thing for twins.  Just ask my characters.

*It was one of the highlights of my teaching at the Bethlehem Children’s School when I got the whole school (from the director down to the youngest Pre-K student) funking out to the O’Jay’s ‘I Love Music’.  It’s amazing what one can do with laughter and a few basic karate moves…

No Ideas


I really have no idea of what to write for today’s WIPpet. Extra distractions… I really want to write something about birthdays today instead of story excerpts.

Happy Birthday, Punkin!

Happy Birthday, Punkin!

Today’s the Leader of the Opposition Party (aka my husband Dan)’ s birthday.  (The title is a joke his father made once that I just get a giggle out of using… every time.)  I’d really like to post something for him (though I know he’d be thrilled if I something I’ve written and posted became published as a result).  So, despite wishing to post the poem I wrote for him a few months ago, I’ll stick with Courting the Swan Song and give you three paragraphs (for the month) from the 19th Scrivener scene I’ve written out:

Brooklyn Museum - Courtesan and Maiko - Torii ...

Brooklyn Museum – Courtesan and Maiko – Torii Kiyonaga (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Lady Gizsel chuckled. “Ah, yes, later. I’m sure it can wait that long. After all, it seems he has nearly more at stake in this than you.” She picked up her wine and took another sip. “Still, it’s a big choice you make. I know I was requested for you because I have a small enough talent to hold my mind still.” A small cough of disgust escaped her. “The very thing that kept me from being worth marrying now is the skill that made me too useful to send off when I got pregnant and is now the very skill I was given to you for.”

Alanii tipped his head thoughtfully. “I had always heard that mageborn women were too valuable to sell off.”

She shrugged. “Depends on the skill, I would imagine. My mother was kept in an iron collar, but she was a strong witch. It was her fault that Gisza was harmed by her birth and left deformed. My oldest sister was also strong enough to earn her collar. I escaped because I could hide. At my testing they told my father I had no talent of value. It wasn’t true. Mother had taught me how to trick the testers. I could close my thoughts away from the priests, sit and play with my dolls and they would think I was nothing more than a simple child. Even when pressed, I could usually hide things. Mother taught me a small song to think to myself that kept me focused and allowed me to keep the walls up. If she’d lived to see what Father eventually had to do to me, maybe she would have chosen differently, but then maybe she wouldn’t have. At least here I’m somewhat free to be who I am.”

A toast (with jam and butter) to KL Schwengel for guiding our WIPpet efforts each Wednesday.  Join in!  Visit!  We hang out here:  WIPpet Linky


Rollercoaster Jumble

Rollercoaster Jumble (Photo credit: Thomas Euler)

Some progress yet again…  I feel like I’m riding a rollercoaster.  Where’s my seat belt?

  • write every day; at the minimum, do 5 sentences  progress…  short one fiction sentence yesterday, but progress
  • finish a complete (rough) draft of Courting the Swan Song   hmmm, well, most of the new fiction is on third book
  • make twice weekly blog posts (WIPpet Wednesdays and Some Thing 4 Sundays) check
  • maintain active sponsor participation all good here
  • energize myself with more physical activity mostly home stuff
  • reclaim my writing space still seeing that solitary clear spot
  • go through some piece of my electronic home (desktop, laptop, server space, Dropbox, etc.) not nearly enough time spent here
  • laugh more, hug my family more, share myself with friends more… a very social week so far; I could use some downtime
  • attend chats and sprints on Twitter (at least one of each) one so far this week
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Cutting Words — a WIPpet/ROW80 post

I missed Sunday’s  Some Thing this week.  No excuse really.  I was avoiding being online most of the weekend.  Truthfully, I really don’t feel like being online today either.  It’s grey and snowy outside, and I really wish we’d bought that house down in Norton Hill that had a library with the marble fireplace now.

So now it’s Wednesday.  Sorry.



Innocence (Photo credit: Christos Tsoumplekas (Back again!))

Well, after some thought last week after reading the comment threads, I realized that I need to stop my NaNoWriMo project.  Well, not stop, but escape it for a while.  I needed to play a bit… and, to borrow Ruth Nestvold’s term from her apt post on changing her NaNo-focus, I needed to change horses in mid-stream.

I reached for a fanfiction I’ve been working off and on again at for the past few years.  One of those sandbox pieces that I use to practice my characters in…  Because I was really having trouble creating the father/son dynamic I wanted to portray between Alanii and his father, I figured I’d explore the father/son dynamic between Alanii and his son in the far future.

So for this WIPpet, I give you five paragraphs for the 27th.  7-2…

Still, he knew how close he’d been to death when he’d attempted that escape. He’d hoped to die in the attempt. No fifteen year old should have to pray for peace that way. He would have died if it hadn’t been for Chaz…Chaz and his father.

His father–he’d hated the man all these years, damned him for the abuse he’d received, even knowing that he’d never have lived as long as he had without the man’s near invisible guidance. What had torn them apart before he’d even been born?

Auguste Rodin

Auguste Rodin (Photo credit: rocor)

No doubt it had been Daryl. Daryl’s spiteful act of sending him to the Mines suggested that well enough. He considered what little he knew about his mother. He’d only seen her once or twice. She’d been as distant as the Andar. One time he did remember, she’d backed away from him, backed away as if he’d hurt her, if he a three-year old boy had hurt her. When Avdotya chided her, she’d… Oh, he remembered what she’d said. The very acid in her tone had burned those words in his mind. ‘We didn’t want him, either of us, Mother. How could Father force something so horrible on us like this?’

He clutched at the ring. Maybe he was just making excuses for the man who had fathered him. Maybe it wasn’t that way at all. Maybe he was mis-remembering.

But if he wasn’t…. Dear Goddess, he pitied his father.

Cheers to K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse!  She hosts WIPpet Wednesdays (it is like herding cats, after all) for us.  WIPeteers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date at the group linky and bravely invite company, comments…  even gentle (or not-so gentle) critiques.


picture of my office

In All its Chaotic Glory

Yep…  If you saw above, you know how it is.  I had to change direction, and I needed to avoid the temptation of online.  When I was writing, I wasn’t happy at all with anything I’d written (not even in the “this sucks but I can edit it later” but as in my Muse and I both were looking at the wordcount I was trying to force out and said to each other “Ack! Ptooey!“).

When I start losing connection to character I’ve spent as much time with as I’ve spent with Alanii, something is wrong.  Even he wasn’t happy with the direction most things were headed in (well, except the sex scene…  he seemed to like that 😀 ).

NaNoWriMo Calendar 2012 Fresh Ribbon A

NaNoWriMo Calendar 2012 Fresh Ribbon A (Photo credit: Monda@NoTelling)

Anyway, I’m still working on Courting, but I brought back The Dots*  to work on alongside the main project.  I’m still working on handwritten pages, but the consistency has gotten spotty.  I haven’t bothered to update my NaNoWriMo tally in a few weeks…  Oh, well.   As John Holton over at Sound of One Hand Typing has noted on a few times, anyone can copy in some text for the word count.  I’ve decided that a real victory in a Writing Month challenge comes when one gains a writing habit.

And I need to work on that one a bit more before I call myself a winner, no matter what my wordcount is.

* Re: The Dots:  I named that fanfiction off of the file names I’d used in my original WP 5.1 files, DotDot.Dot, DotDash.Dot, etc; and all the files were in the old DOS 8.3 convention.  Yes, I’m a bit of a geek.  And yes, I was still using WordPerfect 5.1 two years ago.  I used it last month.