And a few random craps™. September brings what every person on the Internet waits for, the global event called "SepSceneWriMo." I am apologizing in advance because I'll be posting pretty much every day, at least if I can get my act together. Further apology is that I have nothing original to offer and it's going … Continue reading Apologies in advance.
Tag: writing
Random craps #450.
Who knows what number in the series it actually is. Or if there even is a series. I don't remember the last time I was able to scrape together a fictional story of any kind. Maybe the "untitled" thing that I dug up and posted a few weeks ago--yet even then I couldn't come up … Continue reading Random craps #450.
Just wanna say hi
Haven't been the most prolific blogger as of late, so I thought, why don't I pop in, say hi, and get back in the game? So, hi. Sometimes I feel embarrassed about posting because I don't want people to get annoyed with an email or notification. In fact, I'm sitting here right now wondering if … Continue reading Just wanna say hi
Exclusive, salacious interview with—me!
I talk to Hetty Eliot, a blogger who writes about her experiences of academia and working in a retail store, while also entertaining her readers with short stories occasionally.Interview with Hetty Eliot, a Blogger — Muse of Eagle Blogger Tanish from Muse of Eagle was kind enough to interview me on his blog. Please check it … Continue reading Exclusive, salacious interview with—me!
Addicted to a waste of life.
[I'll get the update crap out of the way quick. At the outset of November, I was hoping to achieve a revision of a work-in-progress, but I quickly realized that it would necessitate a change from third-person perspective to first. While a big project, I wasn't daunted or disappointed--it's just big. I made a lot … Continue reading Addicted to a waste of life.
Perspective (editing project thing)
Last time, I realized that the whole story, all forty thousand words, has to be rewritten in the first person perspective. I don't know that I'd say things are going "swimmingly" because it's mildly tedious, yet many issues are smoothing out quite nicely. I am happy to report that certain of the most cringeworthy dialogue … Continue reading Perspective (editing project thing)
When to save it, when to kill it?
What prompts me to write this is that I am sitting on a piece of shit--actually, a few pieces of shit. No, not literal shit--well, sort of literal--I mean stories I am trying to write. The biggest piece of shit I'm sitting on I started in 2014. I was going through a very difficult time … Continue reading When to save it, when to kill it?
Late night epilepsy rant with a little of my boss thrown in.
I've written about my life with focal epilepsy here and there, I'm sure anyone who's been on this blog before is tired of hearing about it. My boss is at it again. (She's not the main focus of this post for once, nor does she deserve to be at this hour, but she got me … Continue reading Late night epilepsy rant with a little of my boss thrown in.
Random crap so I can say I blogged something.
Warning: Diary dump.... scroll away as fast as you can. For some reason I can't get the emotional energy up to finish writing the five or six things I started in the past week. A friend dilemma, issues with my parents, life changes, stories... It's too heavy and I can't make the effort. It's the … Continue reading Random crap so I can say I blogged something.
Ch 30. High School Ritual: Epilogue (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. Once we got home, Natalie told me everything I missed. The rest of it I pieced together myself. Sadly, I couldn’t tell her about my own adventures, because I don’t have the ability to do so in this dimension. I must say, … Continue reading Ch 30. High School Ritual: Epilogue (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 29. High School Ritual: The Sacrifice (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. The flame steadily grew in size while Natalie, Vanessa, and Mikhail stared at it. Chadworth, on the other hand, was absorbed in scratching out some calculations in the ashes. He got up and paced back and forth. “I have been studying quantum … Continue reading Ch 29. High School Ritual: The Sacrifice (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 28. High School Ritual: Reunion (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. Natalie did not know if she lay there for hours or only minutes. She thought about the hospital. She, at least, had had hope of getting out, unlike many of the inmates. Why lose hope now? So she stood up and resumed … Continue reading Ch 28. High School Ritual: Reunion (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 27. High School Ritual: Lost and Found (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. Mikhail’s father paused by Mikhail's bedroom in the morning, carrying his mug of coffee in one hand and a newspaper under his other arm. The kid hadn’t even bothered to get up for school. No wonder he didn’t make it through a … Continue reading Ch 27. High School Ritual: Lost and Found (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 26. High School Ritual: Final Preparations (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. Vanessa sat at her vanity table with her usual arrangement of the items required by the ritual, although she had since invested in higher quality stones and incense. She stared at herself in the mirror and brushed her hair for a moment. … Continue reading Ch 26. High School Ritual: Final Preparations (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 25. High School Ritual: Up in Flames (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. Chadworth’s stepmother picked him up from the hospital in his own Corvette. He barely said hello; he only opened the driver’s side door for her to get out so he could drive. He dropped her off and sped away. With both hands … Continue reading Ch 25. High School Ritual: Up in Flames (SepSceneWriMo)
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