Posts Tagged ‘Writing’

Alright!  Little more awake!  Maybe that’s because I slept a little over eight hours with limited interruption and worked out first thing.  I got the dishes done and cleaned up at least the kitchen.  No point in trying the living room, the youngins are positively entrenched.  Oh they’ll all scramble when Mommy and Daddy are inbound, but for now they dgaf.

It’s a headache, but for now I’m not letting it bother me.  I’m going to go out onto the balcony and smoke a cigarette, then come back in and write up a storm.  Haven’t kept to those goals I posted earlier, but I’m close I suppose.

Now stop thinking and enjoy the Stray Cats.



I’m pleased to see people flipped over to “Geek Loves You Madly” over the weekend, and rather disappointed in myself for not giving them any content.  I didn’t write any blog entries this weekend, except maybe on Saturday or Friday night, because I was not motivated to do so.  Rather ironic when you think about the fact that this blog is supposed to be used to motivate me.

I wrote nothing in Frosty-A-Go-Go.  I’m probably going to use the rest of this post to yell at myself.  Is that disassociation?  I haven’t a clue.  I aimed for 40,000 words by Sunday and I’m currently at… 27,500.  Lame.

It’s not for lack of trying. I sit down to write and stare at that blank next page and get distracted.  Just lame. Then I get distracted by some game, or balancing finances.  I’m not going at the rate I was.

I think it was the disappointment of Friday.  I was really looking forward to seeing everyone (and if you told me three months ago I’d be disappointed to miss a trip to B-lo, I’d have told you you were out of your goddamn mind). But that’s no excuse really.  I’m trying to get out of where I am right now in life.  School starts again a week from today, alongside a work schedule that will limit my free time considerably. So here’s the plan kiddies.

30,000 by tonight.

35,000 Teusday

40,000 Wednesday

45,000 Thursday

50,000 Friday

Saturday off/limited contribution

60,000 by Sunday.

Hold me to it, ye unsympathetic bastards of yore.


That’s how my mind works though. If I hadn’t rambled there, I would have never made that plan.  Thanks wordpress/occasional readers.

20,000 words.

Posted: January 8, 2012 in Frosty-A-Go-Go, Writing
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Did it.  6,000 words in a weekend.  40,000 by this time next week.  It was a good evening.  On my third redbull and type type typing away.  Friday the 13th there’s a party in Blo and I can’t wait.  Don’t know who I’ll run into, but I’ll love them all.

A lot of the characters in this book are based off of people I know.  It’s nice to put them on paper.  Their little quirks and their little motions are easily construed to introduce them to readers who’ll likely never meet them.  I got through the end of a party, a heavy action scene and now the hit after hit of the book going from one lead to another to another.

Writing a-la-go-go.  I wish someone were here to watch this damn movie with me.

Well my other ear blew out during the witching hour last night.  I literally flew up chest first with a gasp, woken up by the pain.  I staggered to the bathroom and then downstairs to take an unholy amount of painkillers and a glass of water.  Something odd happened.  All three cats in the house followed me downstairs in a straight line, and then meowed together to be let outside.  I opened the door and they proceeded without the least bit of their usual hesitation.  Probably means nothing, but it was still weird as hell.

I got 4o00 words added to Frosty-A-Go-Go last night.  I was on a chaotic streak that only stopped when the clock hit 10 and I knew that I had to get up to work this 11 hour shift today.  That being over and done with, I am dog tired, in need of meds, and watching Cowboys and Aliens of all things.  I’m not sure if my IQ is dropping because of this, but it certainly may be.

Too damn tired to think straight.  Short entry.  20,000 words total in the manuscript by tomorrow night.  =]

Well that title was misleading.  It’s 55 degrees outside and the snow has totally melted outside.  It would be nice to go out and enjoy if I didn’t have to work 11 hours tomorrow and no one to hang out with out here in the middle of nowhere.  So I’m sipping a redbull and watching The Social Network.  Yesterday I meant to game, then write, then sleep.  Instead I wrote, then wrote, then wrote some more and then slept reluctantly.

Frosty-A-Go-Go is now 10,000 words plus. The novel’s going excellent but I hope I’m doing the conversation parts correctly.  I have to think like my characters would speak and make the conversation seem like it’s not being forced.  And then there’s the actual action coming up. After the diner the story will hit like a fucking storm and then it’s over.  I hope I do it right.  Wish me luck, constant reader.

Or more likely, reader that got directed here via bumbling on the internet or the main page of

I’ve had space tales running through my head a lot lately.  I’m not big on Sci Fi so much but when I was a kid Aliens with Sigourny (sp) Weaver.  The whole series was awe inspiring to me.  Unlike the Predator in the corresponding series of films, the xenomorphs of the Aliens films were merciless monsters with a pretty set pattern of activity.  This would be “Kill, Reproduce, Kill, Reproduce”  What could be more terrifying than nature with claws and nasty pointy teeth?



But what’s so interesting about nature being so vicious it’s in an unnatural setting.  We as humans cannot breath in the vacuum of space.  We weren’t meant to wander free, and to think that there could be creatures dominant there with such vicious intent is terrifying.

The worst concept is of a spaceship with something else on board.  There’s nowhere you can run, there’s a limited amount of supplies and if something gets broken that deals with life support, with keeping you from dying than you either go through the danger to fix it or you die.  It’s the futuristic panic version of between a rock and a hard place.  Might make for a good story some day.

So I’ve effectively been a horror nut today.  Muscles are still sore and throat is as well thanks to the card game Friday night.  Couldn’t actually find it in me to workout today (I think it’s the first day I’ve missed.  =[ ) so I proceeded to do a whole lot of nothing.

I rolled over, grabbed Bag of Bones off of the chair I was using for a bedside table and finished the last hundred pages.  Then I took a piss, took some pills and then finished up Dead Space 1 which I was up late playing.  Only then did I get up and shower and dress.

Unable to function anymore without something to read, I chose the collection of short stories off my shelf I haven’t gotten to.  Night Shift by Stephen King contains one of my favorite quotes by the man himself in the introduction.

“The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn’t real. I know that, and I also know that if I’m careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.”

I know I love horror movies, (I picked up my two favorite King adaptations to film, Pet Semetary and It today), Horror fiction, and horror games.  Halloween is my favorite time of year and I squirm with pleasure when I hear an audience member scream during a trip to the Regal.

Maybe it isn’t the genre for me to write though.  Most of my work has been fiction with paranormal undertones, however it’s not what you call “Horror” I don’t think.  You write what comes to you, the things that stick in your head.  We call them hobbies when they’re actually “obsessions” as King says.  He makes a good point in saying that we don’t really have a choice in what we write well.  We can’t choose these things.  But he horror, the screams, the sweat makes me feel much better.  They help me to work as much as That City.

Write On, Reader.