The Proverbial Cover and Book Conundrum.

Some days are just slow. Not lazy, or laid back. Not even lackadaisical. Just slow.

I woke up and spent the beginning of my day reading ‘The Name of the Wind’ by Patrick Rothfuss. I bought the book secondhand on Tuesday. It’s Thursday and I’m 300 pages in.

I’ve had Rothfuss recommended to me many times, and I’ve picked it up in stores before, but always put it back. The main character’s name really put me off. I know it seems stupid, but I hate it when I don’t know how to pronounce character names.

Kvothe. I read it as Ki-vo-th. And it was cumbersome on the tongue. I put the book back on the shelf, and I ignored it every time I saw it.

But, on my visit to my favorite bookstore I found a copy and it was magnetic. The spine was well-creased, probably read multiple times before it was traded in. Those creases demanded to be touched.

I reached out, caressed the spine, and then pulled the book from its lonely spot on the shelf. I knew as I felt the weight of the book in my hands that I was going to buy it. There was magic in that book. Magic I couldn’t deny, though it didn’t keep me from trying.

Many of you are readers and writers, and you know what I’m talking about. Not every copy of a book is created equal. And though used books tend to hoard all the magic found in print, occasionally a new book is born with it.

I imagine that the criteria is different for every reader, but we all have it, and we all know when we’ve found a book that will be precious to us.

Firstly, ‘The Name of the Wind’ fits in my palm perfectly. The spine tucks into the flesh of my hand, my thumb locked into the ‘O’ in the author’s name at the top as my fingers curl comfortably around to the back cover.

That was the first moment, when I felt that jolt of satisfaction at the feel of the book. Then I flipped through the pages, their edges brushing against my thumb easily. No snags, no sharp edges. Just a smooth rush against the pad of my thumb.

And then the smell hit me. I knew then that I would not be able to put the book back on the shelf. The warm, soft smell of old books wafted up to me as the pages brushed past my thumb, hinting at a past filled with late nights and traveling in purses and cars. This was a book that had been cherished.

Finally, I opened it. I flipped its pages carefully, reading the title page, the dedication, and the acknowledgements, all while getting a feel for the pages themselves. They’re thin, but not brittle.

All these pieces came together to weave a magnetic magic, binding me to the book, just as the pages are bound to the spine. It was undeniable.

And so I tucked it under my arm and continued through the store with my friend, as she explored the shop for the first time. As we walked I mulled over all my reasons for not buying the book.

I can’t pronounce the character’s name. I don’t like “traditional” fantasy stories. I’m reading ‘The Dark Tower’. That pretentious guy at the Sanderson signing wouldn’t shut up about Rothfuss.

But, I knew, even as I tried to talk myself out of it, I would buy the book. I also knew that I’d start reading it that night. What I didn’t know was that I wouldn’t be able to put it down, or that all my preconceived notions were completely wrong.

Calling this book a ‘Traditional’ fantasy novel is so far from accurate, it’s laughable. As for the character’s name? Kvothe? He tells you how to pronounce it, and by page 300, I’ve got it down; ‘Quothe’.

To say I’m reading ‘The Dark Tower’ isn’t entirely truthful. ‘The Waste Lands’ hasn’t been cracked open in a while now. Somewhere in the story my interest faltered. And though I don’t intend to give up, I’m still struggling to find the motivation to pick it back up.

Now, as for the pretentious guy… Well, even jackasses can be right about things, they just tend to lord it over anyone who will listen.

I will say though, that everyone I’ve spoken with/overheard talk about Rothfuss praise him for his flowing and lyrical prose. And yes, for the genre, I think he’s definitely very poetic.

But, there haven’t been many lines that make me pause. Lines that force me to see the beauty in the language. Maybe I haven’t read far enough, or maybe I’m being too critical.

Now, don’t misunderstand me. I’m not criticizing the writing. He’s great, it’s crisp, flowing, and full of striking imagery. And it’s definitely not as spartan as authors I’m used to reading.

But, coming from a general fiction, and short story background, Rothfuss isn’t flowery, or even all that poetic. But, he’s not as cut and dry as Sanderson. Rothfuss’s words flow and have a life of their own, but not enough to take away from the story.

It’s kind of an ideal style. And I’m glad I’m reading it now, as I’m beginning my journey into the biggest world I’ve created.

I think that might be why my venture into ‘The Dark Tower’ slowed. A lull in the story coincided with the end of one novel and the beginning of another, and a venture into a totally new world and tone.

I wanted to read something gritty and sparse while I wrote ‘Cards’, but Jordinn’s story is totally different, and I think I needed help. I read Sanderson almost exclusively while writing ‘Vessels’, and though I don’t think my novel can even compare to something Sanderson wrote, I definitely took a lot of lessons from his prose.

In order to write Jordinn’s story, I needed to read a book that would teach me how. I think ‘The Name of the Wind’ is that book. At least for now.

Anyway, I’m supposed to hang out with a friend today, but she hasn’t responded to my texts yet. So, until she does, I’m going to be editing ‘Vessels’ and keep working on the new novel.

I wrote about 600 words on Tuesday while I waited for a friend, and though that is small progress, I want to keep the momentum going.

If you haven’t read Rothfuss, I recommend giving him a chance. So far I’ve found ‘The Name of the Wind’ highly addictive. It’s the first of three, and the third has yet to be released.

I’m already worried about the potential of having to wait.

Have a good day, Blogland!


Rainy Days and the Introvert

I’m still not used to the rain here. Especially summer rain. I grew up with explosive bursts of lightning and thunder, and torrents of rain that came and went faster than the Looney Toons Roadrunner.

But today’s rain, though accompanied by occasional lightning strikes and low rumbles of thunder, is calming. It doesn’t ignite the soul like a monsoon. Instead it seems a salve, a balm to bring a gentle calm to my mind, and relaxation to my tense muscles.

It’s my day off, and already plans have built up, with people claiming my time. Yesterday, in the scorching heat and bright sunshine, I was excited to spend time with friends. But today, under a bank of mercury clouds, I’ve lost that motivation.

Instead I’d like to disappear into editing and writing, but even that seems unlikely. Doesn’t mean I won’t try.

So, today’s plan is sparse, but I want to edit another chapter of ‘Vessels’, and then start the second chapter of Jordinn’s Story.

Wish me luck!

Battling Script Format

I’m not sure how productive I’ll be today. Yesterday was a good day, with two chapters finding their way into second drafts. I’d intended to start fleshing out scenes today, and I’m still going to try.

But mostly I’m just very morose. Today is my favorite co-worker’s last day at our store. It’s a dumb reason to be so melancholy, but I can’t help it. I bought him a card, and I’ve signed it. Which means I wrote a short story inside. Also, I made a final closing playlist that we’ll listen to tonight.

Doing both of those things has helped my mood. Mostly I just feel solemn. I know tonight is going to suck, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

But, I’m ready now. I’ve started waging war with the new project. Because a large chunk of the story was in script format, I’ve had to completely trash the first Scrivener document in order to get the formatting right. Now I just have all the previous works in one Word document, that way I can cross reference it as I start writing.

I’m feeling pretty stubborn. I am going to get this story rolling, finally dive in and be completely absorbed in my own fiction again.

Anyway, I’m itching to get at it, so I’ll catch you later, Blogland!


Threading Scenes Together

Hey Blogland,

‘Cards’ is officially done. I fleshed out a couple paragraphs, and altered the final scene a little bit, and suddenly felt satisfied. It still feels open, but that’s because there are more stories for the characters to tell.

Just not right now.

The remainder of my writing time was spent working on ‘Jordinn’s Story’. That’s how I refer to the trilogy I’m starting. Titles are dumb, by the way. When I say working on, I mean, I outlined a little, but mostly scoured through files to round up all the previous incarnations and pieces from the larger story.

These characters have been living in my brain for years now, and since I knew I wasn’t ready to actually write the series, I used them for short story assignments and a screenwriting class.

Now I’m picking up the pieces, and tomorrow I’ll start threading them together and fleshing them out, into an actual novel.

My time today was limited. I had a post-wedding errand, that turned into a nice tour of a soon to be restaurant/bar, and hanging out with a friend. Once at Starbucks I began editing chapter 6 of ‘Vessels’, and I’ll finish that before I clock on.

Also, my reading has dwindled. I’ve been reading some fan fiction, which is always entertaining, but I abandoned The Dark Tower series. Abandoned is a strong word. It’s still sitting in my box at work, waiting for me to pick up where I left off.

Today I’ll dive back in. It’s time to get back into the swing of reading and writing every day. As I fall back into the routine, you’ll see me around quite a bit more.

I look forward to it.


Beginnings and Ends

First let me say that I’m not sorry for the lapse in posts.

Ok, I am, but I couldn’t, nor would I, change that. Ultimately, as the wedding drew closer, I was kidnapped by all the responsibilities and time leeches that come with planning your own wedding.

Appointments with caterers and cake people. Writing my own vows. And the emailing. Constant emailing. The photographer, the DJ, the Officiant. Holy crow, the emailing!

So, I didn’t finish the novel before the wedding. In fact, between enrolling in classes and constantly emailing SOMEONE about something to do with Holy Matrimony, I didn’t touch a computer for any other purposes.

And so we were finally married, after six years, on Saturday the 26th. And it was beautiful. Exactly what I wanted, with delicious food, cake, and plenty of dancing. It was a wonderful wedding.

But, now it’s over, and my life is starting to settle. Suddenly I have free time again, and for a few days I was content binge-watching The X-Files on Netflix.

And then I woke up Saturday morning, and I had to write. My brain had given me a small hiatus in order to focus on the wedding, but my leisure time was up. It was time to get back to work. I finished chapter 20 that day, and even wrote a segment for the Epilogue.

Yesterday I finished the Epilogue. But, it doesn’t feel done. I don’t know if that’s because I don’t like the ending, or if it’s because there will be a sequel. I’ve never written anything that had a sequel, maybe this is how it feels.

So, today I will be revisiting the Epilogue in an effort to decide if it truly is done. I think there’s something missing from it, something that keeps my mind unsettled in regard to this story.

Now, let me just say that, when you’ve worked hard for six months to create a habit of writing every day, taking a month off leaves you feeling…


At first I felt as if my brain was percolating, cooking up ideas and presenting them in quick succession. And then, once I set about to actually write them, they didn’t flow.

When I wrote every day the scenes flowed, sentences coursing from my brain, down my arms, through my fingers, onto the keys and then into the virtual space of my Macbook’s hard drive.

But, just a month of not writing has atrophied the muscles. Writing the end of chapter 20 and the Epilogue was like a really strenuous session of Physical Therapy, and it reminded me why writing every day is so important.

I don’t plan on relapsing.

So, once I’ve tweaked this Epilogue and can finally call this novel ‘done’, I have a plan. I’m going to dive back into the ‘Vessels’ edits, leaving ‘Cards’ to ferment for as long as I can.

When I’m not editing I’ll be working on a new novel, the first of a planned Trilogy. We’ll see what comes of it. I know there’s life in it, and that it will exceed my expectations. Every novel I’ve written has ended up longer and better than anticipated. I’m not sure if I have really low expectations, or if I’m just awesome.

I wouldn’t put my money on the latter.

In non-writing news, I’ve been battling a migraine for two days now. They don’t usually linger through sleep, but this one’s putting up one hell of a fight. I took Advil first thing yesterday morning, recognizing the tell-tale twinge just above and behind my left eye. When that didn’t work, I beelined for the caffeine. When that didn’t help, I drank a ton of water. Still no relief. So I resorted to letting my husband massage a trouble spot in my left shoulder. He worked so hard at it, I’m actually a little tender today.

And though it’s less intense, it’s still here.

I’m hoping that it will be gone by tomorrow.

Anyway, I’m back, headache and all. Just wanted to post, let you all know, and to warm up a bit before I delve back into ‘Cards’ for the last time.

It’s always kind of sad, knowing that the next time I visit these characters will be to tear them apart and to rebuild them. They’re young and fresh, and I am loathe to stow them away.

But, that’s the way of things. At least for me.

See you tomorrow, Blogland.


Insomnia and the Trouble with Endings

It’s one of those nights. When thoughts trickle in through the seams of my brain, persistent like the drip of a leaky sink. The nights that curse me once or twice a month. Blame it on the caffeine, or over stimulation. Or call it by name.


By definition I’m convinced that every person in the world struggles with insomnia. It’s not just the inability to fall asleep, but also difficulty staying asleep. Who hasn’t dealt with that from time to time? I will say that, once I’m out, I’m down for the count. Very little can interrupt me once I’m asleep. But, I’ll hear phones vibrate on the night stand, and awaken immediately for my alarm. I am not a snooze button kind of girl. However, I still consider myself a sound sleeper. I usually feel rested in the morning, and I don’t wake up sporadically.

But, there are nights, like this one, where the inner monologue just won’t stop.

This blog has seen its fair share of late night musings. They tend to be more poetic than the posts written during the day, but they also tend to make a lot less sense. Ramblings is a good term for them.

So. what has me riled up tonight?

You’re going to think me silly. I slipped up. I let myself play Mass Effect before finishing ‘Cards’. That’s right. Only one chapter and an epilogue left to write, and I didn’t do it. Instead I’ve spent about 10 hours finishing my second play through of my favorite game of all time. For those of you not in the gaming world, the last installment of the Mass Effect trilogy was a bit controversial. You see, most fans found the ending to be vague, and disappointing. And while I agreed with them from a player’s perspective, I saw the vision and the beauty from a writer’s perspective. This unique blend of perception allowed me to appreciate an ending to a most beloved series that the rest of the world hated.

They hated it so much that they took to the internet and demanded the developers fix it. We can stay up all night discussing the implications of such behavior, but that’s not what I’m really here for tonight. The development team stood by their ending, refusing to alter it in any significant way, but they did release DLC (downloadable content) that would add a few more cut scenes and more dialogue to deal with some of the ambiguity.

This game was released in March of 2012. The Extended Cut, as the revised ending is called, was released in June of the same year. Over the past two years I’ve downloaded all other available content, and have finally played them all. And tonight I was so excited to finally get some answers. I was ready. I could play it again, and ride the roller coaster of emotions that is the end of this trilogy. And so I played for almost six hours straight tonight. Only to discover, as the ending played out before me, that I never downloaded the Extended Cut.

This is what has me so pumped up.

How? Why?

I thought I downloaded it, obviously. But, as I think back, now that I know the DLC isn’t there, I remember thinking, “I’m not ready. I don’t want to play it yet, I’m not ready.” And so, out of a sense of emotional unpreparedness, I never downloaded the augmented ending. But, since we moved we haven’t connected the XBOX 360 to the internet, because we’re on the XBOX One much more. Without the internet, I couldn’t check to see what DLC was still available to me.

What this means is that I will have to play another additional three hours, after downloading the Extended Cut.

I’m trying to tell myself this isn’t a bad thing. It means I get to play again. I get to see all these wonderful characters, and interact with them. Again. But the thing is, the last three hours or so of Mass Effect 3 are hard on my soul.

I don’t want to get into details, because if you don’t know the characters, you won’t care. Some day, I’ll forgive you for that. But, there are two characters that I cherish more than any others. They are my wing-men. And one of them is my character’s romantic interest. They go on every mission with me, in every single installment of the game. My boys. And to go into the end sequence, which we all know is more than likely a suicide mission, is just downright painful.

Goodbyes, and lingering glances laced with things left unspoken.

You’re thinking I’ve lost my mind. That all of this can’t be in a video game. But, there are those that say these same experiences aren’t in books, and we both know they’re just flat out wrong. That’s the beauty, and the pure tragedy of good characters. They come to life in our imaginations. Spend enough time with them, and suddenly you know their movements, their every facial expressions, and their exact response to any given situation.

You know it’s true.

And so, playing this ending is painful. Even more so now that Bioware, the company that develops Mass Effect, has officially confirmed that the next installment in the franchise will be with all new characters.

There’s another silver lining I’m trying to convince myself of. All new characters to fall in love with, and new adventures to be had. I did have a thought today though that bolstered me on this subject. I’m a broken record, but I thought of Mistborn. The original trilogy was filled with characters that really moved me, and I loved each of them. The end of that series drives me to tears every time. When Alloy of Law, a book set in the same world, but 300 years later, came out I was excited.

And skeptical.

I could never love these characters the way I loved Vin and Elend. Or Sazed and Kelsier. Never.

Except I do. And would now even venture to say that the Alloy of Law is my favorite book set in the world of Mistborn. Yes, saying goodbye to Commander Shepard and her stalwart crew is painful. It always will be. But, these new characters, and their new adventure? I can’t wait to meet them. To grow to love them all, as much as I love the characters in the current games.

For tonight though, I’m angry and disappointed. All at myself. I spent so much time, only to experience the exact same ending for a second time. The game gives you options for how the game truly ends, but because I thought I had the DLC I chose the same option, in order to see the difference. Well, that didn’t work out.

So now I have to play again, and pick the same ending. Again. Because it’s my ending. The way my heart says it has to be. In the future, with other incarnations of Shepard, I’ll make other decisions. For curiosity’s sake. But, for now, it’s got to be this ending.

I’m supposed to be waking up for work in about four and half hours. Yeah. Another one of those nights. I find that, as I age, sleep just seems less and less important. I can get by on two hours of sleep. In fact, I did it just Tuesday. I slept nine hours last night, but had been up for a straight 22 the day before. And now I’m here, hoping that this post will get the rambling echoes of thought out of my head. That maybe now I can put my head to the cool side of the pillow and feel relaxed.

My eyes are starting to feel sluggish. Unwilling participants in this little exercise. And my head does seem calmer. The sentences don’t flow in that same harried pace, and I can pause to consider my thoughts. But, there’s still a spark in there. I know what it is. It’s the hint of creation. I want to write a Mass Effect fanfiction, but I know better than to go down that path. Fanfiction is the product of obsession. But, I can use this spark. The character that’s caught my eye, that is begging to be written…

I can use him. Not really him, obviously. Not his name, or his abilities. But his essence. I can take the characteristics from him, the things that helped me fall for him in the first place, and put them into someone of my creation. And I have an idea for who.

But, this is a dangerous topic. I’m not quite finished with ‘Cards’ yet. I can’t start working on something new until it’s done. That’s how this writer thing works. At least for me. I’m off again Monday. I’m aiming for completion then. I know it won’t happen before then, since I have to see this Extended Cut, and Trevor and I are both off Sunday.

Monday is the day. I’m feeling good about it. Well, not literally. In fact, I feel rather guilty for putting it off. But, that guilt will help me sit down and write it, once Monday rolls around.

I’m not completely cured of this wakefulness. But it’s definitely better. And this post blossomed into something much larger than I originally anticipated. My mind is settling, which means it’s time to get some sleep.

I’ll see you Monday, Blogland.



The Homestretch

Sometimes I think I should be a little more structured with my blog. When readers come here, they never really know what they’re going to get.

One day I may have some insight into writing itself, but most days I just blather on about my personal life until I can feel the writing juices are flowing.

This blog is my equivalent of Vonnegut’s scribblings. Except he had the decency to throw them away. Here I am posting them for all the world to see.

But, I’m not too motivated to change the way I blog, because it works. I’m not here to have thousands of followers, or to try and make a living. I don’t even understand how that works. How do you make money from putting your personal musings on the internet?


This blog is here as an outlet. A place where I can sit down every morning and talk about whatever strikes me, in order to wake up my brain and prepare for the hours of fiction writing ahead of me.

And let me tell you, it works.

Yesterday I wrote 3,727 words. In one sitting. I finished chapter 18, considered ending the day there, and then wrote another 800+ words for chapter 19.

And I am so excited about that! You see, my book is only 20 chapters, plus an epilogue. Today I will finish chapter 19. Do you see?

I am almost done with my second novel! And this one is actually a novel length! Well, it’s still small, but publisher’s would actually look at this one!

It’s going to cap out at about 60,000 words.

So, a week or so ago, I knew I was getting close to the end of my journey with ‘Cards’, because I started thinking about the next project. I want to work on a large fantasy piece, that’s set to be a trilogy. There are a ton of characters, all with their own point’s of view and plot lines, and I’m really excited to start it.

But, I know from previous experience that once I’m done with ‘Cards’, I’m going to need a break. Last time, I went into a sort of writing hibernation. I disappeared for the better part of six months, and I don’t want to do it again.

It’s just such a waste of time.

So, in my ‘non-writing’ time, I’m going to finish the first round of edits of ‘Vessels’. I remember liking how they were going, I just got distracted. And, if I’m not writing, I should be editing 3 chapters or so a week.

I want to get it done before the wedding. We’ve got just over a month until we say “I Do”, and I want to have this novel, and the edits for ‘Vessels’ done, so I can honeymoon guilt free.

And I still have wedding stuff I have to think about! Gah! So much work to be done!

But, I’m feeling good about it all. I finally think things are under control.

I’m off to work on this novel. I’ll talk at you later Blogland!



Technology, or My Lack Thereof

So, I was considering getting a new computer.

Trevor’s building his own gaming desktop, and it got me thinking about how old my laptop is, and how much work it needs.

I’m currently doing all my writing from a 2008 Black MacBook. It was a gift from my mom when I graduated high school. I’ve really never had a problem with it. I mean, there was that one time when the Operating System stopped recognizing external devices, and I had to install an entirely new OS, but since then it’s been a trooper.

But, it’s six years old, and it shows. The battery is toast. It does not charge, and so the computer only works when it’s plugged in. That kind of ruins the mobile aspect of working from a laptop. I’m limited by outlet space, all the time.

But, ok, say there is an outlet available. Well, my charger is broken too! It’s an apple charger, so it’s stupid shaped, and one day Trevor tripped over the cord and pulled it from the wall. Except the prongs stayed in the wall, while the rest of the charger didn’t.

So now, when I am plugged-in in public, I have to worry about sharing an outlet. The charger will drop from the wall with the slightest provocation. And if it falls from the wall the computer dies.

Luckily Scrivener autosaves pretty frequently, and I’ve yet to lose any work this way. But it’s still shocking, and abrupt to be completely absorbed in a project only to have the screen go black.

So, I spent this morning perusing laptops online.


I’ve discovered that I’m cheap. And quite honestly, I’m a little hesitant to go back to Windows. Though I no longer have an iPhone, and I do love my Android, I’m not sure I’d want to work on a non-Mac.

I’ve been trying to talk myself out of apple for a while now. I keep telling myself that the computers and the software are restrictive. There’s so much you can’t do on a Mac.

But, what is it I really want to do?

I want a simple, straightforward computer that allows me to compile all my music, photos, and writing. And I need to access the internet. Duh.

I don’t need anything mind blowing. In fact, I’d prefer if it wasn’t mind blowing. I don’t have time to learn all the bells and whistles, and I don’t want to get distracted by features I really don’t need.

But, I don’t want to spend $400 on something like that.

And so, after a small search I realized what I’ve always known. I should just spend the $150 to get a new battery and charger for my Mac.

Why mess with a good thing?

With that put to rest I can get back to work. Yesterday I wrote about 400 words between laundry runs, finishing chapter 17 and getting a few words into chapter 18.

I don’t think I’ll finish 18 before heading to work, but I’ve got a good solid three hours ahead of me. If I can keep focused, we’ll see how it comes along.

Wish me luck!

Writing From Home!


Today is the start of something new!

We’re moved into our new place, and though a lot of stuff still needs unpacked, we are, for the most part, done. The couch actually fit, which was a source of anxiety for several days. It fit well enough to allow for a coffee table in front of it, and a new desk behind it.

Yes, a new desk. A small writing desk with clean lines. No drawers, but one pull out keyboard tray. Trevor spent the better part of three hours putting it together, but it’s beautiful.

And the best part?

When I want to use it, I put the desk top’s wireless keyboard and mouse in the tray to hide them away. I have a functional space for my laptop, which means I have a real place where I can write from home!

And that’s why today is so exciting! Starting right now, I no longer have to go to Starbucks to write! I can sit in the solitude of my home while Trev’s at work, and just plug away.

Now, I don’t really think I’ll get much done today, but I will finish chapter 17, since I was interrupted by a friend the last time I sat down to write.

Speaking of last time, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Well, I knew it would be. But I didn’t know I’d spend four days battling a fever and a cough. So not only were we moving and unpacking, but then I got sick, and so the unpacking has been slow going.

But, I’m feeling a lot better. I’m doing laundry as we speak, and was already busy in the earlier part of the day getting things to snack on while I sat here writing at my new writing desk!

Have I mentioned how comfortable the chair is? It’s cushioned well enough to allow for long hours, but straight-backed to promote focus. It’s perfect. Just perfect. I can’t wait to finish this novel at home!


Anyway, just wanted to let you all know that, starting today, I will be back in action. Now, I have laundry to move over and a chapter to finish!

A Case of the (Happy) Mondays

Let’s just start with the fact that today is already awesome!

I’m not sure if I ever mentioned it here, but the lovely Ileandra, fellow blogger/author, and a follower of this blog, held a 100 word Flash Fiction contest, in honor of her birthday.

I entered on a whim, with 100 words from a scene from ‘Cards’. The scene does not exist in the novel, it’s just a blip from the world. A moment of thought.

Apparently it was a good thought.

My 100 words were chosen as the winner of the competition! Not only can I add that particular feather to my cap, but the piece is now posted over at Ileandra’s page, and I get a $10 amazon gift card as a prize!

Now, I don’t have much of a bucket list, but the few things I do have on there are writing related. One of them is to receive payment for a piece of fiction.

What do you think? Does this count?

Even if it doesn’t, it won’t diminish the awesome feeling that came with that email this morning.

So, I languished in my awesomeness, which was really just me not wanting to leave the comfort and coziness of my bed. I read some blogs, tooled around Facebook, and generally wasted time until Escape Fiction opened at 10.

Escape Fiction is an amazing bookstore that’s been hiding just down the street from my apartment. If you’ve ever been to or seen Powell’s City of Books in Portland, think that, but on a much smaller scale.

It’s still this intense maze of winding shelves and conjoined buildings, and while they carry books of every possible fiction genre, they seem to specialize in Sci-Fi/Fantasy. In fact, while most books are used, they have a section dedicated to new SFF.

I discovered this hidden trove of books only  last week, and I’ve already been twice in my quest for The Dark Tower. Today’s trip landed me books 3 and 4 of the series. And only for $8. I’d say that’s worth it.

Anyway, that’s been my day so far, and that’s why it’s been awesome.

But, I do have to admit that I didn’t get any writing accomplished after my last post. Wedding stuff was just too in my face to ignore any longer.

So, instead of working on chapter 17, as I’d planned, I emailed caterers, and booked our honeymoon! The five day stay in the Disneyland Resort Hotel is booked, though not quite paid for. That’ll take a while.

Today is really my only opportunity to write, because we get keys to the new apartment tomorrow. For the next two weeks or so, my free time is going to be spent packing, cleaning, and moving all my belongings.

I want to finish chapter 17 today, that way, once all the moving’s done, I can start fresh on chapter 18. Still so close, I just have to push through to the end.

I’m feeling pretty good about it. In fact, I’m just feeling pretty good.

Catch you later blogland!