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So…I got something done.

And then.
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It’s a heck of a lot easier on me if I set smaller goals outside of wrimos. Even if I only do 400 words on one original a day, it’s work that got done.

I’ve been feeling like I’m in a major slump recently because I took on TWO additional Wrimos this year that I wasn’t able to finish. The first one was due to being in the hospital so many times; the other was because I had a bit of a depressive episode—and I’m not sure I can even call it that, since my attitude was less “WOE IS ME I HAVE NOTHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO” and more “Seriously, I just do not give one little fuck.”

Do I know what might’ve brought that one on? Not a damn clue. But it’s annoying and I don’t like it.

Not only will it provide for much needed motivation, it’ll also help me unwind. Largely it is without the pressure of other kinds of writing, and sometimes the reward—those reactions—keeps me flying high for days on end.

Now if you’ll pardon me, I have to see a large nice gang guy about a plate of omelets and toast. (Yes, this actually happened in one of my stories. Gideon only looks scary.)

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Intended to be a flash fiction challenge prompted by the BG of Ommwriter, wound up being a little longer than I intended. Entirely off the top of my head, written in the span of about a half hour or so. I didn't know where it was going until the punch bowl--which became a running gag of sorts. I'd intended on warming up for Camp NaNoWriMo with this and suddenly...WEIRD.

I don't have a topic for said event but am considering expanding this somehow. I'd better come up with something!

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Sometimes at work I get little phrases in my head. They are often unorthodox enough that I have to stop and write them down. It's like in Ocarina of Time, where Navi will go "HEY!"

(interesting fact: the phrase "HEY! LISTEN!" is actually a memetic mutation. It was never a unified phrase—but if you were fast enough on that Up C button—and you had to be if you didn't want to hear another "HEY!" in three minutes—it sure sounded like it.)

Either way, I do stop and "LISTEN!" to the phrase that pops up in my head when it happens.

The final product, when I get home, usually takes the form of verse.

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I’m feeling like crap today.  Seeing things.  Strange hallucinations from pain.  Gotta do something to ignore it that doesn’t involve a lot of THINKING.

I’m going to focus on getting some editing done today and tomorrow. Well...tonight and tomorrow.

I can ignore the pounding headache I’ve got right now.

My goal: To have a draft polished enough to start shopping for test readers by mid-April.

(Seems a bit hurried, but I’m wanting to use this Createspace code I won during NaNo to get a proof copy or two made. I’m wanting to feel the finished work in my hands, you know?)

If I can put a content- and copy-edit both on each part of Genesis,I figure I’ll be done by my birthday on the First Revision.

What am I getting for my birthday?

THERAPY.

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Besides the edit of Da’ath Genesis?

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BECAUSE I’M GONNA CELEBRATE LIKE A FOOL.

THAT IS THE PROJECT TARGETS FILE FOR DA’ATH EXODUS. Note the green bar, the improper fraction produced by the total word count, and the BIG GLOWING GREEN SUCCESS italicized underneath the Session Target ‘bar.’
(And yes, I know the word “Success” is off-center.  Outdated software and I don’t know the first thing about this, OK?)

NaNoWriMo requires a 50K word count for win.  But this story wasn’t done in 50K.  In fact, one of the most important events hadn’t happened yet.  And so, off and on, through sickness and a vile breakup, I’ve kept writing.  And at last, the story’s as told as it’s going to be.

…at least, until the first round of EDITING *claw claw teeth-gnash CHOMP* happens.  I at last have provided an ENORMOUS uncut BRICK of stone.

Now I’m gonna catch my breath before I break out the chisel, sanding paper, and blasters.

During this project:

• A relationship went to hell.
• I got sick.
• Full recollection of That Thing I Really Don’t Want To Name set in.
• I got sick again.
• A relative died.
• I found out I’d need surgery on my leg, and soon.
• I broke up with my now-ex, who was never very supportive of the writing thing to begin with.
• I GOT SICK AGAIN.  (Seriously, am I rolling ALL ONES here on my Fortitude saves?)

But, most importantly:

I finished the shit that I started.

Now, I am going to celebrate by cooking the rice I’ve had soaking for an hour, make a couple of onigiri for work and my errands tomorrow, and prepare the groundwork for Da’ath Revelations.

Aah.  I feel good.  Now I need much eat.  Much, much eat.

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Flash Fiction Challenge:  Present Tense.
Challenge found on  Chuck Wendig's Terribleminds blog.  *Check it out.  It's pretty cool.*

Rules:  Write a flash fiction of 1000 words or less, in the present tense.  This is the only hard and fast rule.

Karma

Genre:  Not sure what to call this.  Horror?  Snuff?  It's effed up.  Pretty bare, but this is a flash fiction challenge.
Warnings for:  Violent imagery, creep factor, stuff blowing up.  Not particularly graphic per se, but it's definitely not sweetness and light.
Word Count: 578.
It's the first idea that popped into my head.  Apparently sometimes my head can be a screwed-up place.

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*_*_*

Written entirely in OmmWriter to remove distractions.  Wholly unedited.

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So here’s a question:  who wants to see the product of me smashing my head against the keyboard this November?  I’m guessing it won’t be done directly at the end of November (though I fully intend to win), but I’m putting in the biggest effort to actually COME FROM FRICKEN BEHIND AND WIN THIS.

…you know something?  That sounded one hell of a lot less wrong in my head.

Anyone crazy enough to want to read this?
(I get enough ‘yes’ votes and I can try to make a coherent summary…and I do mean try because most of what’s going on is HOT PRIESTS HERESY EXPLODING CRAP OH HAI WALKING SHIRTLESS SCENE HEY LET’S GO KILL THAT GUY.)

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You know, this year’s NaNoWriMo has had its ups and downs.  There was the week I spent a week behind.

There was the surprise that came from the redshirt hunter growing a sense of morality and PURE AWESOME.

There was the lecherous young silver-haired healer who had the nerve to hit on what basically boils down to this world’s pope.

There was the fight scene where a priest delivers both the mercy kill and a benediction over the dying man.

And now there’s this.  I almost feel guilty about what I did to this poor man.

…

Almost.