Snippet Sunday: February 22, 2015

Since I currently have a few works posted to Wattpad, I am going to start there with my snippets and give you all a peek at those before moving onto sharing bits and pieces of my current WiP novel.

This week’s snippet comes from the small, short horror piece I have posted to Wattpad titled The Black Lake. We are now out of the dream from last week’s snippet. And I am skipping ahead a couple of paragraphs. (Some sentences may have been creatively punctuated, and in the end I think this is actually eleven sentences instead of the ten limit. Oops.)

Trembling like a leaf, I ran my hands through my dampened hair, trying to calm myself down once more and get myself under control. I rested my elbows on my knees, pulling them close to my body for comfort and buried my face in my hands and hair.

The first few tears streaked quietly down my face and within the matter of a minute I was sobbing uncontrollably into my hands. When the tears finally subsided and my body stopped shuddering violently I stood up slowly, still leaning against the wall for support ,fearing that I might very well collapse again. I stood like that for awhile with my head resting against the cool wall, my eyes closed staring up at the bare ceiling without even seeing it.

Once again the haunting image of the man’s eyes and the woman’s dead, broken body passed across the back of my vision and my eyes snapped open. The image of man’s gaze left a mark that stayed with me, it had been dark that night with only the moonlight lighting the scene in front of me but somehow I had been able to see the color of the man’s eyes. They had been an unnatural green that you could get lost in with no possible escape. If it wasn’t the man’s eyes that bothered me it was the appearance of the girl that haunted me; the look of pure terror she had on her face was enough to send chills up and down my spine just thinking about it. And the amount of blood, bruises, and scratches that littered her body was enough to know that she had been through Hell on Earth. The overall scene was certainly enough to drive a sane and calm person into therapy for traumatic experiences.

The Black Lake Cover Final (Originally GD)

If you want to read the whole story, it is available to read on Wattpad! I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well.

And if you’re looking for some other great snippets of fellow authors,

hop on other to Facebook and check out Snippet Sunday!

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The Queen of Procrastination

Well, I did have a topic last night for this blog. And then apparently sleep made me forget it. Guess I should have written this post last night at midnight like I had thought of doing. So…

Why didn’t I?

Oh, right, because I’m the queen of procras–

OH! I just remembered what that topic was from last night! (For once, my ramblings actually do me a favor.)

Do you remember me saying last Friday I had this plan for progress and I was giving myself two weeks to get a lot of things done and be back on track for the month of March?

Well, one week left for that plan. And how much have I gotten done?

Zero. Zilch. Nada. None. Zippo. Big fat goose egg!

Follow through is literally going to be the death of me.

I keep saying: “Oh, I’ll start tomorrow. What’s one more day gone by? I still have time.”

Right?

Wrong.

That one more day, I’ll wait one more day, keeps passing me by and I’m getting absolutely nowhere. I haven’t done one single thing I wanted yet and I have one week left. Not to mention MORE things just keep piling up on top of what I already wanted to get done so now I’m even farther behind. And…

*Sigh*

Didn’t I say I’d be amazed if I actually stuck to those plans?

I have no follow through. I am the Queen of Procrastination.

And I am getting nowhere fast.

Topic-less

I had all these ideas for posts last week. And now…

Zero. Zilch. None. Nada. Nope. Big fat goose egg.

I am completely topic-less, and I have no clue how. Must of all gone in one ear and out the other in the past week. Typical.

So, really, I have no idea what I’m writing here. (Or even why I’m bothering to write a post then.) This is literally going to end up as me rambling along.

As I already am…

*Sigh*

Maybe I should just save you all the boredom of reading a pointless blog post and stop now and hit that little delete button. Then again, if I had done that you wouldn’t be reading these words at all, sooo…

I pretty much just shot myself in the foot there.

When I want my brain to shut up with all the ideas and the race track speed, it only goes faster and gets more confusing. But when I actually WANT an idea, I get nothing. Go figure. I swear my brain just loves to screw with me. Or maybe it’s the characters in my head refusing to shout at me and argue for once. (Their silence is starting to scare me.)

Who knows?

I guess I won’t know why I’m without a topic — or any constructive brain thought at all — right now until something finally decides to slap me in the face again. Until then, I suppose I might as well get some mindless stuff done. (Like organizing or putting my laundry away.)

Now watch, as soon as I start the mindless stuff, I’ll get sucker punched by an idea and the characters will start to yell again. Happens evvvvery the time. *Rolls eyes* I swear they do it just to toy with me because they get bored.

(And what do you know, now that I started to think of the mindless stuff, the topic ideas — and the characters — just came back. GAH!!)

I give up, they win…

Snippet Sunday: February 15, 2015

Since I currently have a few small works posted to Wattpad, I am going to start there with my snippets and give you all a peek at those before moving onto sharing bits and pieces of current WiP novel.

This week’s snippet comes from the same small, short horror piece I have posted to Wattpad titled The Black Lake. I’m skipping ahead a little bit from where I left off last week. Side bit, it is still in the dream.

I tried to cover my mouth with my hand before any sound escaped my lips alerting the man of an unwanted watcher.

But is was too late.

The man dropped the woman’s legs to the rotting dock with a sickening thud and looked up straight into my eyes. I froze in terror at being discovered and thought that I would be next to end up dead and thrown into the black lake along with the woman lying lifeless on the dock. His eyes were like bottomless pits that looked right through as if he could see my thoughts and my soul. My heart pounded in my ears, and my vision blurred as I swayed slightly on my feet threatening to pass out at any second. I could have sworn that the man saw the beating of my heart and wanted to snuff the life from it with the look that he gave me. The piercing gaze that he gave me froze my blood in my veins like ice, impairing me from moving the slightest muscle an inch.

He took one heavy step toward me and I became unglued, the ice in my blood thawed as adrenaline rushed through me and I turned on my heel to flee into the cover of darkness. . .

The Black Lake Cover Final (Originally GD)

If you want to read the whole story, it is available to read on Wattpad! I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well.

And if you’re looking for some other great snippets of fellow authors, hop on over to Facebook and check out Snippet Sunday!

Plans for Progress

I don’t know why I ever attempt to make plans when I never follow them anyways. But nevertheless, I’m doing it anyways. (Maybe I’m just trying to see how long it takes for me to break these ones too.)

Anyways…

I have mentioned before that I was working on notes for the novel I’m currently writing. Along with said notes, there’s probably a mile long list of other things I need to do. A few of those things are more pressing that I need to really get moving on. Someone needs to light a fire under my ass so I do them and not slack off again. (I warned you follow through was my downfall.)

I’ve been trying to keep a checklist for what I need to do. But it seems every time I cross one thing off, two more things are added. It’s like that saying, “two steps forward, and three steps back.” It’s a never ending cycle for me, unfortunately. And then, some things I have on that checklist have sub categories under them, which makes it that much longer.

Do you see where I’m going with this?

In order to get this mile long list done, I have come up with a sort of game plan for the month of February.

Since it’s already half way through February and again I have barely done anything for the 1K-A-Day challenge, I have resolved myself to giving myself this month free. It will give me two more weeks to get all my notes in order so that for March I can dive back in head first and keep plugging away at the novel.

Of course, if I find I finish the notes before then I can start early. (Ha, I wish.) But I’m giving myself a deadline of having all notes, characters, descriptions, etc etc figured out by the end of February. (Someone please make sure I stick to that!)

Besides those notes, I am trying to make myself get some other things in my life sorted. Other more important things. Well, to non-writers they would be more important. But to us fellow authors, it’s hard to say which is more important. But, these things I need to get done. Can’t keep putting them off like I do everything else.

(There’s that blasted follow through again…)

So those are my plans. Two weeks to get everything in order for myself.

Can I do it?

Oh I hope so…

(Happy Friday the 13th, by the way! Are you feeling lucky?)

My Overactive Mind

Wow, I nearly forgot about this. Just like I forgot about the last one. (Excluding the Sunday Snippet.) And I’m just going to make this on time.

Anyways…

My mind has been traveling down a lot of different paths as of late, and I’m finding myself almost wanting to scream and shout. Have you ever had that feeling where your brain is just being pulling in too many directions at once? Like a massive game of tug-a-war in your head? Or that you have too many tabs open in your mind all going at once like a internet browser?

That’s pretty much how I’ve felt this past week or so.

And the thing is: I’m not even sure what I’m thinking of half the time. There’s so many different thoughts whizzing through my mind that I can’t even focus long enough to determine what they are. It’s like a race track in my mind lately. Lap, after lap, after lap, after lap…

My head is spinning trying to keep up with it. I’m making myself dizzy just thinking about trying to follow the thought’s craziness.

Which brings me to my point of this blog:

How many of you out there journal? And by journal I mean just write to get your thoughts out of your head and down on paper so they stop driving a racecar in your mind. Do you keep a separate notebook or some other private journal where you just write your heart out in? Like a diary, only with a less provocative and secretive name.

I will admit that I do. Though it’s just a plain composition notebook.

There’s times where if I don’t write something out, I feel like I’ll go crazy. (Even though I say sanity is overrated anyways. No, I am not crazy. Well… *pleads the 5th*) Or other times, where I feel so lost and confused, those multiple tabs in my head pulling me every which way, that unless I get something down, I can’t see anything straight. More than half the time it ends up being me rambling on to clear my head. But, hey, if it works, it works in my opinion.

At some times, I wish my brain had an ‘off’ switch. That is seriously something my brain needs, desperately. But unfortunately, no such things has been created or discovered.

Yet.

When that becomes a thing I need to get myself one. My mind is like the energizer bunny. Just keeps going, and going, and going, and going, and… You get the point.

So, if you journal, what do you use? A regular spiral or composition notebook? A sort of diary or pretty journal? A Word doc? Or maybe even 750 words? (Which is a really awesome site for just getting your thoughts organized. Though I’ve never used it myself, I’ve heard great things about it. I prefer pen and paper for journaling. Why? I don’t know, I just do. Maybe it’s for the same reason I prefer a real book over an eBook.)

With that said and off my to do list (which is growing by the minute), I think I’m off to journal myself. Too many thoughts racing up there once more.

Snippet Sunday: February 8, 2015

Since I currently have a few small works posted to Wattpad, I am going to start there with my snippets and give you all a peek at those before moving onto sharing bits and pieces of my current WiP novel.

This one comes from the same small, short horror piece I have posted to Wattpad titled The Black Lake. I’m skipping ahead a couple of lines from where I left off last week. Background bit, this snippet is from a dream. (Some sentences may have been creatively punctuated to fit the 10 sentence limit.)

It was a body.

The man dragged the lifeless body along the cracked wood of the docks, long blonde hair snagging on splinters and broken wood. A broken face with eyes filled with terror stared up into the moonlight sky in horror, forever frozen in a silent scream; makeup and lipstick looked like it smeared down her face from tears, mixing with the blood that remained plastered on her face. Blood from her arms and face left streaks on the wood that shone a deep red in the moonlight. Her clothes were torn and bloodied; her shirt was hanging off the side of her body almost ripped in half and exposing her soft underbelly that was ridden with deep slashes and cuts. Blood was splattered over her clothes but you could still tell that they were once designer jeans and an expensive green top. Her jeans looked like they had been made with the now-in-style holes and cuts, but they were far more disproportioned by new rips and tears. One of her high heeled boots was missing off her left foot as she was dragged by the man. Once she was a living human being, but now she was nothing more than dead weight being dragged to her watery grave.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the silent scream of terror that was so plainly etched into every detail of her face; her eyes were wild with fear showing more of the whites than normal, and her features were twisted in brutal agony.

The Black Lake Cover Final (Originally GD)

If you want to read the whole story, it is available to read on Wattpad! I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well.

And if you’re looking for some other great snippets of fellow authors, hop on over to Facebook and check out Snippet Sunday!

Motivation Will Be My Downfall… Or Rather, The Lack Thereof

So I had this whole blog idea formed out in my head for what I was going to write for today and then, well, let’s just say I got distracted to put things lightly.

My biggest problem right now is motivation, or rather, the lack thereof.

You see, originally, this post was supposed to be about me trying to get myself back on track for the 1K-A-Day Challenge I was crazy enough to do presented by P.T. I had completely failed at it for the month of January (number of words I did do for the month is not up for debate) and now that it’s February, a new start, I had hoped to get myself back on track.

But so far, no such luck. (As always with me.)

So I had hoped this post would be about that, and then getting myself psyched over it. Little an extra push, a little energy shot. But since I have not started for this month yet either, I couldn’t possibly do that for this post. (Not to mention I’m still working on those notes for my current novel so I can’t do much writing without them finished.)

Are you guys sensing a pattern here yet? That I’m terribly far behind in what I want to be doing.

My thoughts are currently so jumbled and out of order, pulled in so many different directions because of all that I want to be doing, that I’m not sure I know which way is up and which way is down. I need to be able to put a filter on my thoughts for which ones get through so I don’t get distracted or overwhelmed by the rest. And then I need to be able to attach a generator or a supply of Monster drinks to the thoughts that I do let through so that I can get myself doing them.

Motivation and follow through are my greatest enemies if you can’t tell.

(But at least I managed to get this written before today came to an end. I guess that’s one plus.)

Anyone got any tips for me on how I can get myself moving in the direction I want to be going again? At this point, I’ll try just about anything.

Snippet Sunday: February 1, 2015

Welcome to my first ever Snippet Sunday bit!

(Do I even have to say I’m nervous?)

Since I currently have a few small works posted to Wattpad, I am going to start there with my snippets and give you all a peek at those before moving onto sharing bits and pieces of my current WiP novel.

This first one comes from the first story I posted to Wattpad: a small, short horror piece titled The Black Lake. The snippet starts off from the very beginning of the story.

Fear.

It hovered over me like a cloak surrounding my body as I ran through the darkened forest in the dead of night. My mind kept flicking back to the scene I had just witnessed. I wanted to scream and run away as fast as I could, forgetting the horrors I had just seen. But my feet couldn’t seem to carry me fast enough away from it all. The piercing gaze of the creepy man bore an imprint on the back of eyelids even though he had looked at me for no more than a split second before I was running in fear. I still couldn’t run fast enough, couldn’t get far enough away from what I’d seen to erase it from my mind or my eyes. I was desperate to leave it behind in my wake, but no matter how fast I ran or how far I ran nothing could burn the image from my mind’s eye, not even acid would do that now.

I just had to forget it all and focus on putting one foot in front of the other and run as fast as I could.

Before the man came for me next…

The Black Lake Cover Final (Originally GD)

If you want to read the whole story, it is available to read on Wattpad! I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well.

And if you’re looking for some other great snippets of fellow authors, hop on over to Facebook and check out Snippet Sunday!