Snippet Sunday: May 31, 2015

I am still going to continue on with my work from Camp NaNoWriMo, Darkness Becomes Her. A dark fantasy novel in the works yet.

I’m skipping ahead a decent bit from last week’s snippet. This is now on to chapter one of the story. From here on out, it is written in third person point of view. I skipped the beginning scene of this chapter which was the little girl’s birthday party. This is picking up right after the end of that day.

Please still keep in mind that since this is a first draft, it is rather rough and unedited yet. (Some sentences may have been creatively punctuated to fit the ten sentence limit. I think I might be one sentence over though. It’s so hard to get a good scene in ten sentences.)

With the household all asleep — the child sleeping peacefully in bliss, and parents tuckered out and asleep down the hall — all was quiet from within in the middle of the night. It was a normal scene, until a peculiar black mist started to form in the corner of the child’s room; it swirled ominously, growing in volume until it suddenly dissipated, revealing a figure clad in black clothes, her face hidden by the hood of a cloak.

The figure looked up to the sleeping child, a wicked grin splitting her face under the hood. She was just as she had been months ago: still so, so innocent and naïve. She silently stalked up to the side of the bed, looking down at the girl. The smile of happiness on the child’s face while she slept made her sneer in disgust; it was no matter though, that smile would soon be gone.

She had waited so long for this chance, she’d waited months on end for this perfect chance, and now she finally had it; her legacy was laying right in front of her, she was sure of it this time. The others had been failures, but this girl — this girl would not be a failure. She could feel it, like a sixth sense; she needed only to do this right, and she’d have her Heir.

The figure reached a hand out to Heather’s face, black painted long nails grazing across her cheek and making the girl shiver like she was cold, snuggling up more with the blankets and her bear.

“So innocent…” she trailed, her voice slithering through the darkness.

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No Time Like The Present

It’s my first day off work in six days.

Well, really, it’s my only day off before I go back to work for two more days. Only then do I get a three day weekend afterwards. Finally. I’m in desperate need of one.

With the promotion at work starting with some hitches, other stress, and now some sort of allergy/sinus problem for the past few days, life is kicking my butt right now. I haven’t gotten anything done.

And there is a ton I need to be doing.

Not to mention, the characters in my head are consistently nagging at me to go write their story. But with so little time lately, I’m getting nowhere fast.

Already I feel like I’ve wasted almost the entire day away and gotten nothing done. It’s been so long since I had a day to myself that I’ve pretty much blew it and just sat around relaxing.

There’s this whole list of things I need to get done by Friday. Like folding and putting away the laundry that I can’t remember how long it’s been sitting there… Organizing the mess I have that didn’t stay clean for more than one day, again. Set some journaling things up that I do every summer for some activities. Go through the mass of papers I have piling up. Change the sheets on my bed…

You see where I’m going with this. Too much to do. And nothing I actually feel like doing.

I need to change that. I need to get some things done before I go back to work tomorrow. I also want to get some writing back in but we shall see about that.

No time like the present they say, right?

Guess there’s only one way to find out.

Snippet Sunday: May 24, 2015

I am still going to continue on with my work from Camp NaNoWriMo, Darkness Becomes Her. A dark fantasy novel in the works yet.

I’m skipping ahead from last week’s snippet to the end of the prologue, about a page down from where I was. The man the Dark One had been talking to has now been scared off and left, and she returned to watching the child she had chosen as her Heir. The two she had been watching — a child and a grandfather — had no left and headed inside their home when this scene picks up. Cruor is her wolfhound for a refresher.

Please still keep in mind that since this is a first draft, it is rather rough and unedited yet.

“Come, Cruor, I have much to prepare before her time comes.”

My wolfhound turned from the scene we had watched and followed me off noiselessly as we retreated further into the woods, disappearing into the foliage and hidden from sight. The raven above squawked at our departure, an eerie sound, before spreading his wings and gliding along after us.

Soon.

It wouldn’t be too long now. A few more months and my plans would all finally settle into place. She was what I had been looking for all along. She held the missing pieces necessary for my plans. It wouldn’t be long at all before her innocence was tarnished and broken, tainted.

It wouldn’t be long at all before darkness became her as well.

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Snippet Sunday: May 17, 2015

I am still going to continue on with my work from Camp NaNoWriMo, Darkness Becomes Her. A dark fantasy novel in the works yet.

I’m skipping ahead by one paragraph from last week’s snippet and jumping right to the dialogue that my villain, Ciara, answers with to the man she is speaking to. He had just told her to face that her quest for finding an heir is pointless and she should give it up, which, inevitably, pissed her off.

Please still keep in mind that since this is a first draft, it is rather rough and unedited yet. (Some sentences may have been creatively punctuated to fit the ten sentence limit. I think I might be one sentence over though.)

“Listen closely,” I whispered harshly. “You are but a fool who believes that which you think is right and just to do; neither you or the rest of that pathetic town know my true intentions or motives for acquiring an Heir. If you know that which is best for you, you would do well to stay out of my way and give up your own foolish and pointless attempts to sway me to a more suitable path that is not of darkness and wickedness. Do not forget who I am, fool; I am the Dark One, and you will address me as such like the rest of that realm. Or be you the most foolish of them all to even dare speak my name?”

I could see the man’s adams apple bob up and down as he gulped. He was trying his best to not appear afraid — truly, he was — though it was of little use. There wasn’t a soul within Dallen that did not fear me, and then some. I could hardly believe he had the audacity to even attempt to stand up to me, let alone to even think of it. He was looking to fall victim to me as all the rest did, but still he kept it up.

One day though; one day he would learn his mistake.

He would learn why I am the Dark One, and why I am feared above all else.

 

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Changes

Things have been kind of stressful for me since Friday. A lot has gone on that’s left a lot on my mind.

For one, all the things I had fallen behind on I have not yet caught up on, and at this rate I’m probably going to abandon catching up on them.

Again.

Two, a lot is about to change for me and it’s got me nervous and edgy. Lost in my own thoughts lately, weighing out pros and cons, worrying and wondering if I’ve made a right decision. Or if I’m just fearing the unknown and going out of my comfort zone and what I’ve become accustomed too.

Who knows?

It’s going to be a lot going on at once in the next couple weeks. I’m hoping desperately that I can keep up with everything I’m trying to do, along with adding some more things to it as well. There’s only two weekends left until I start camping again too so that’s adding to my work load as well as I need to get ready for that.

Mainly, I need to get my camping journal and everything else set up for it. Not to mention help clean the camper and get it ready.

My desk and room has once more gotten out of control and is in dire need of cleaning.

It’s just…

ERG.

I need to find a way to balance myself and all the changes and such that are about to come my way. Something I’m not entirely sure on how to do. My novel has been nagging at me in the back of my head too, telling me to get back to work on it. Something that is becoming increasingly tempting, though I still know I need to get some notes written down for it.

Not to mention I’ve been wanting to write an entry in my journal to try to sort out some of my thoughts from the past weekend.

Maybe I’ll do those things tonight, and hopefully try to straighten up my desk and room.

Snippet Sunday: May 10, 2015

First of all, Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there!

I am still going to continue on with my work from Camp NaNoWriMo, Darkness Becomes Her. A dark fantasy novel in the works yet.

Picking up right where I left off for last week’s snippet. This is still coming from the prologue of the novel and in the point of view of my villain. She is still talking to the same man that showed up unexpectedly behind her. My villain had just told him that maybe he doesn’t know her true reasons for wanting an heir.

Please still keep in mind that since this is a first draft, it is rather rough and unedited yet. (Some sentences may have been creatively punctuated to fit the ten sentence limit.)

“But you need no true heir, you have no legacy or lineage to pass onto them; there is no purpose for such. This is merely all for your amusement, your twisted sense of joy at the cost of others. Please, I ask of you to leave this girl alone. If you had not yet found what you were looking for in the twelve others, you will not find what you seek within another. Face it, Ciara, this is pointless of you to do,” the man answered, getting slightly braver despite the snarling beast in front of him.

I sneered even more, my face contorting in disgust and hatred. Pathetic fool; believing what he was doing and attempting was for the good of everyone, was the right thing to do. I hated the thought of it: of something “good”. They were all the things that made up weakness, that made up the ways in which you could hold leverage over a person. Of course, those things came in handy when they worked in my favor.

But I would never be prey of one, and nor would my Heir.

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Falling Behind

Well, in my final mad dash to make goal for Camp last week, I neglected quite a few things. And I have yet to get caught back up.

It was mainly the club I belong to that I have fallen behind on, and once I fall behind there it is near impossible to catch back up. I think I have six or seven things I have to write for it, which is going to take me forever. Since I did fall behind on that too, I’ve been trying to catch up on that instead of keeping up on writing Darkness Becomes Her.

So I’ve pretty much screwed myself.

Again.

No surprise there.

I had planned to get a lot done today, but I’m now ending up having to work since the next new girl can’t do today. (My fingers are crossed she doesn’t quit like the last one and leave me stranded again.) At least it’s a really short shift for me this time around though. Though I still wish I had the whole day off.

My hope is to get a bit organized before I head out to work, that way once I get off I can just dive right in and tackle some things. No idea if that’s going to work though. It normally doesn’t.

I’m starting to think I need a new system so I stop falling behind. Or maybe I just need more motivation, or routine. Something that I can’t ever seem to get.

If only work allowed me some downtime that I could bring something along with me to do.

If only.

Snippet Sunday: May 3, 2015

Camp NaNoWriMo ended and I am proud to say I made my goal! Since last week’s snippet came from my WiP for Camp, I’m going to continue on forwards with that here this week.

I am picking up with Darkness Becomes Her but I am jumping ahead a little bit in the prologue. This is still in the villain’s point of view. For explanation purposes, someone just appeared to my villain as she is still watching the child right before this dialogue started. And Cruor is the villain’s wolfhound (which is basically a sort of made up creature, more like a cross between a wolf and a dog, but much larger).

Please still keep in mind that since this is a first draft, it is rather rough and unedited yet. (Some sentences may have been creatively punctuated to try to fit the ten sentence limit. I think I am a few sentences over though. It’s so hard to get a scene that makes sense into ten small sentences.)

“What do you want?” I snapped coldly, glaring at him. If only looks could literally kill without the help of magic. Cruor snarled again, a rather terrifying sound to my pleasure.

He held his arms up in a sort of surrender, as if that would make me less inclined to sick Cruor on him: He wished. “Please, do not target this girl; she does not deserve to have this life ripped from her, for that I know you will do.”

I scoffed, “What is it to you? Why bother if I take another to be my Heir?”

“It isn’t right, none of them deserved that which you did to them. I ask you leave this girl in peace, allow her to live happily in the world which she belongs. Give up this pointless quest of acquiring a heir; too many have suffered and you have made no new headway in the matter. Please, just accept to not have one and forget this notion.”

Cruor growled, advancing a step towards him and his eyes flicked to the wolfhound. I sneered at him as if he was a bug I could squash under my boot. “Pointless quest, you say?” my voice turning deadly like steel, “Be it maybe you do not know that which I am accomplishing by acquiring the right Heir.”

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Winner!

New month, new start. Let’s see if I can get back on track this month and not forget when I’m supposed to be posting a blog post.

Anywho….

Happy May! And Blessed Beltane!

April’s Camp NaNoWriMo has officially ended, and guess what?

I MADE IT!!

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It was a mad dash to the finish line but I made goal, with three hours to spare as well. I think the beginning part to the novel needs a good bit of polishing. (Chapters 1 and 2 specifically, the prologue is alright, and chapter 3 is coming along decently.) But at least the words are out of my head and written down now. I can always go back to edit once I get the first draft down.

I’m a little disappointed with myself that I didn’t do my original goal of 20k like I had wanted to, but I am still proud I made the 15k goal I dropped myself down to. The story is flowing rather well so far, the ideas are still coming even as I try to plan out for how my character’s life plays out. It’s a little tricky though. I might try to work some things out or at least a temporary timeline that can be changed.

But first, I need to write out the notes I didn’t write while I was making that mad dash. I didn’t want it to slow me down on my word count so I let it slide until NaNo ended. I mean, it’s only 15k words and 30 pages worth I need to go through to take my notes. Most of which I think I can write from memory. This is the story that’s been brewing in my head for years, after all. I know all the big events by heart and soul. It’s just all the minor details and certain instances I now need to work out. Along with putting it into words.

That’s for another time though.

With Camp over, I should have more time to get things done again. Like catching up on the things I let slide to make goal in the past few days. And I would also like to try for that 1k-A-Day Challenge of my friend’s again. Since I totally blew it beginning of this year.

I find I work better with deadlines though. Deadlines I can’t change. Like Camp NaNo. I wish I could find something like that elsewhere. Somewhere I could set a deadline or goal that I can’t change, and if met, I get things like the winner goodies in Camp hand out. Little banners or certificates, even just a picture would make me feel proud. I need more than self motivation and determination. I need a push from the outside.

A BIG push sometimes.

We shall see I guess. (Considering work is still kicking my butt now that I’m the only one who can work weekday morning shifts, for the past three weeks.)

Speaking of work… I should sleep then since I work tomorrow morning.

Here’s to a new month and a new goal and start!