The Nameless WIP, Writing Techniques, & Future Blog Plans

Velkomin! Добро пожаловать! Bienvenue! Willkommen! ¡Bienvenido! Καλώς ήρθατε! Welcome everyone to another post! (That’s right, two in one week!)

My last post wasn’t very upbeat and I was going to wait until Monday but things have happened and Monday’s post isn’t going to be about these things. I will go ahead and let everyone know about my new weekly Monday posts before the first one, next week. You guys remember my previous tries at weekly updates or book reviews, this is a lot closer to home and something I get a great deal of flak in my personal life for being so open about. I am calling it “Mental Mondays” and it’s going to be a weekly post where I talk about my struggles over the previous week with my invisible illnesses. How they manifest, how they feel to me, how I cope or try to, and also the first post will include a great deal of my personal psychiatric background experiences, which I warn you are not good.

I was doing videos on YouTube but that’s extremely difficult for me. To sit and talk to a webcam without someone on the other side causes my BPD and anxiety to double down and it’s just not pretty. So it’s becoming a post here and it’s not writing related, but life related. I know there are more and more conversations and posts about mental illness but there are never enough. So many people suffer in silence and hide, and that’s not what needs to continue. We need to speak out about these problems if only so neurotypical people can possibly begin to comprehend how different the world is for those of us suffering day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year.

Ahem, but that’s Monday!

Today I wanted to talk about a couple of writing things. First of all, my nameless WIP which is nameless. I honestly cannot come up with a title for it but hopefully will over time. I have a lot of information written down for the WIP including an outline using The One Page Novel technique by E.A. Deverell. The scraps on the writing floor are posted to my Patreon and for patrons only if you are interested in seeing any of that.

I have enjoyed using The One Page Novel technique. I was able to flesh out a lot more than I have previously been capable of with outlining. Alas, I still suffer from the worst case of First Page Blues. What are First Page Blues? You know how you spend days brainstorming, researching, plotting, and planning before you start a new draft (some of us anyway) and everything has just poured into all the right places the whole time. First Page Blues are what happen when you open up that empty document and despite all your planning and outlining you sit there. You sit trapped watching that cursor blink on that empty page and no matter how many times you type a sentence or 1000 words, you delete it. You backtrack and are stuck at the top of that first empty page staring at that cursor wondering where all the words have gone and why they abandoned you now. That’s the First Page Blues and I am a serious sufferer.

I have written the first 1000-2000 words of this WIP about 50 times only to delete all but a couple half sentences I really like. I was distraught and angry most of yesterday because of it. So instead of giving myself a stress migraine, I took a break and perused Twitter for a bit. I was surprised to find one of my favorite writers was blowing up my main Twitter and Writers feed. (I use the Tweetdeck app for Google Chrome, by the way.) Seeing they were talking about a new writing technique to help strugglers like me, I was all about seeing what was going on.

I will be honest, I have been following this person’s Twitter and Tumblr since 2012 with little to no communication directly between us until recently and I just adore seeing Tweets and posts. I feel a lot like I’m bothering people when I interact with them on anything, so if you ever want to actually just tweet at me, I will answer, it’s really hard for me to hit that reply button first.

I’m off-track…

This writing technique is called “Condensed Narration” and you can find the compiled tweets by clicking here. I haven’t tried it yet, but I do plan on trying it out today when I stop being a busy blogger and get some “serious” writing done. I will let you know how it’s going in my next post here, or you can catch me on Twitter during coffee and snack breaks. That’s about all for today.

Many Blessings and a Wonderful Morning/Day/Evening to you all!


Weekly WIP Update (#1)

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Hi everyone!

It’s time for my Weekly WIP Update! If I can learn to get my timing right, this will stay on Saturdays or be moved to Fridays depending on which is easier. I am proud to say that I got a lot more done this week than I planned. My husband started feeling bad Tuesday afternoon and by the same time Wednesday I had to take him to the hospital, which wasn’t fun. He’s fine! He has asthma and sinus problems which combined with bronchitis have just proceeded in making him a miserable blob that has trouble breathing. He’s on all sorts of remedy medication and feeling better everytime I get him to sleep. However, it did mean that I skipped two entire days of writing. The first day because we were at the hospital for hours then the stress of picking up medicine and fast food for dinner, which I just don’t like anymore. That night when I finally had time, I was too exhausted to manage a sentence and I didn’t feel good. Second day, he didn’t sleep needed more medicine for that. He finally went to bed and shortly after he fell asleep, I realized that I was sick too. So another day of reasons for not writing. The third day, when I was at my lowest and he finally started feeling better, I managed about 500 words.


So I know the word count is lower than it could be, but sick days are sick days and that can’t really be helped. Those 500 words were terrible, by the way, I do not suggest writing while taking cough syrup. I did proudly manage to break 11K which I am happy with. According to my chart I have 15.8% of my overall word count goal completed. I’m glad to be working on Firemists again, we broke up for a while but time apart made us both better and the flow came back. I have a strong feeling I will make it through my revisions without having to pull my hair out by the roots in the process. Of course that can also change in two pages so, no promises that will last through to next week.


Details are being added, some things are being taken away, this editing process isn’t driving me as crazy as I thought it might. I had difficulty working out the first chapters of Firemists, adding details and picking the right opening character proved itself to be a challenge but I like how it came out. It is a minor character, however it really sets things up a lot neater than before. I have added much, much more scenery, lest I be shot dead by the next person who reads this WIP without enough scenery in it. That gave me a great deal of trouble until I found a few geographical words to use instead of trying to give a picture I couldn’t seem to paint without the right words. Once I used the right ones, the world came to life for the testers I had read it better than before.


I’m honestly hoping to have this done soon, I’m already five chapters in and I’ve cut the expected word count down from 100K to 75K. I don’t want to spend too long on it again and burn out. It needs to be edited and ready to look at again before autumn, so that’s my goal. By the end of the summer, Firemists should be in Edit Stage Two and my other WIP, which there will be an update about sometime in the future, should be in Edit Stage One. Accordingly to the husband though, Firemists needs to go somewhere other than stored away for a rainy day, he is very seriously pushing me to finish it and I don’t think I could love him any more for it than I already do. I don’t think I would have gotten half as far as I have without him making sure my word count goes up by so much every day, bringing me coffee, and reminding me that I don’t have an excuse not to finish after all the work I put into it in the beginning. He really is amazing at enabling me.


As always, I am in the market for future beta readers for Firemists, you won’t be expecting anything from me until September or October. Other than that, I don’t think there is anything left.


Have a great weekend! See you Monday!

Firemists Excerpt

I’m feeling generous and found a piece to share. Here’s an excerpt from Firemists all shiny and bright and never seen by anyone but me. Remember, I’m still looking for beta readers, if your interested contact me in one of the various manners available all over the internet. Enjoy!

Honor the Skylaw,

Honor the Rite;

All is well.

In his passing of the Great Rune, he noticed the pair of children; the girl sitting on the wall daringly and the smaller boy standing like a young soldier ready to do her bidding. He was somewhat curious of the girl’s age, there was a chance she looked young but was old enough and she looked about the proper age. She was leaning over the side of the wall, staring down at the clouds of steam over the molten sea, it was almost a straight drop to death.

“You realize, girl, that unless you can sprout wings, you might want to get off that wall before you’re blown off. How old are you?” his grin was wide and wicked as he asked bluntly; debating whether he should invite her to his chambers or go on down to the tavern where the wenches were willing. Though her brother may try decking him for the implications, it was a risk he was willing to take.

She smiled sweetly, “I won’t fall. I’m fifteen… You have a beautiful ship and a crew that lives up to reputation.” When her brother continued standing with his mouth hanging open she sighed softly, “You will have to excuse my brother, he’s still a child and has forgotten he knows how to speak.”

“I was a afraid that was your age, ah well,” he sighed and gave up, it would be a few years still then. He bowed slightly at the waist, “We are the crew of the Morgadanya, wilder than the Firehawks that hunt the molten sea.”

Daily Prompt: Tattoo……You?

Do you have a tattoo? If so, what’s the story behind your ink? If you don’t have a tattoo, what might you consider getting emblazoned on you skin?


When I was a little girl, freshly turned seven, I woke up one morning to my mother standing in my bedroom over me. This was unusual because my mother never just stood over my bed, she was one of those mothers that would shake you awake then walk away. However, this time she was standing there staring at me.

I was somewhat alarmed because of the abnormality in her actions, I reached over to my table and put my glasses on so I could see the expression on her face; curious if perhaps I was in trouble. When I looked at her face I saw a deep, genuine, sadness and tears cascading from her gray eyes. I was further alarmed, my mother did not cry, I had never seen her cry before that I could remember, yet there she was in my room crying and not saying a word to me.

Very quietly, after sitting at the foot of the bed, she told me, “I’m sorry I have to tell you this, but your Daddy died this morning while we were sleeping.” That was the first time I felt a true loss and heart break. I was crushed, at seven years old, to wake a day after I saw my hero; he was gone.

They told us he had died in his sleep a short time after the nurse had checked on him, that he was just too old and too sick for his body to keep fighting the infection. They said it was painless for him and he still looked peaceful when they found him. I’m still not sure what it is adults talk about while children cry because their parent just died, all I could hear was muffled voices and my own sobs.

As I sat in the church, at his funeral, I didn’t listen to what all the adults said. I stared at his picture and thought to myself, ‘I’m going to miss you and you won’t ever be here with me again, but I will do everything I can to never, ever forget you because you were the greatest daddy in the world.

It was several years later, in my wayward adolescence that I decided and announced it to my mother, “I’m going to get a tattoo and the first one I get will be Daddy’s favorite saying and his name and my first son is going to be named after him.” Naturally, like most mothers with teens in the early 2000’s, she laughed it off as something I would forget.

As of December 5, 2008, Gavin Victor was born. As of September 4, 2013, I had the outline of my first tattoo finished: “Kill them all, let God sort ’em out” with my father’s name below it. On Halloween 2013, my mother realized, I may have been a wayward teen, but I meant what I said when I said I was going to honor my father in my own way because the tattoo was revealed to her for the first time, and it covers the upper half of my back in bold and proud letters.

As much as it hurt, and it did hurt, it was worth every minute of the three hour process and every minute of my sketching out the font exactly how I wanted it. With a relationship as beautiful and short as mine was with my father, I will never forget him and I will cherish every tiny memory for the rest of my life that way my children can at least learn who their grandfather was. I loved him in life, I love him in death, and my son now proudly wears his name though they will not meet – I know he would be happy.