October??

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Oh my goodness it is the end of October! I can’t believe how much time has passed. I moved recently and totally lost steam but I will be attempting to write every day during NaNoWriMo. I think 50,000 words in one month is beyond me though.

I have been working on ROTD and on a new story… it doesn’t have a title yet so I’ve just saved it as “beowulf” mostly because there are Vikings and monsters. 😀

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Happy 149 Years <3

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Wishing my fellow Canadians a happy Canada Day! With all that is going on in this world I feel exceptionally fortunate to live in this country – who wouldn’t want to live here with our truly lovely Prime Minister?

I have been thinking of my precious today so these pictures are for you my dear (since you admitted to lurking this blog ❤ let’s have some patriotism):

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Seriously.

Update for Rise of the Dawn

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Success! Chapter 28 of Rise of the Dawn is complete and posted on FictionPress. It took me 8 years to write the first 3,000 words and 3 days to write the remaining 9,000. I’m exhausted.

I also somewhat edited Chapter 1 and put that up on Archive of Our Own. As I edit the chapters I think I will post them on there. So the original will be on FictionPress and the updated version on Archive of Our Own. Editing it isn’t a huge priority at this time, however.

Phew.

Progress?

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Chapter 28 of Rise of the Dawn is now 7,000+ words. I think an update could happen. I just want to finish this story. It has always felt like unfinished business.

I won’t lie, it was a pretty dry chapter until I decided to have some fun with it. The fun wasn’t in the plan 16 year old me made but ah well. I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do, but I use a lot of purple prose too and that’s not right either.

Writing Shanza and Ikeda again is a joy. I forgot. God, it feels good.

Revisiting an Old Friend

This weekend I had a strange urge to work on Rise of the Dawn. I felt like Obi-wan: “now that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time.”

Maybe it’s just procrastination. I’ve been writing a different piece and have set a goal of 2,000 words per week, which isn’t a lot but is sometimes all I can manage.

The crazy part is that I actually went ahead and revised what I had for Chapter 28 from so many years ago and then kept going. I dug up my old notes and I more or less remember where the story is supposed to go. The trouble is that I don’t remember everything that happened. There are like 500 characters and places and it’s been almost 8 years.

I have to reread it to catch up but that is what always stalls me when I try to finish this story. The whole thing desperately needs an overhaul but it’s currently some 333,000+ words. So daunting.

As a compromise I’ve resolved to revise only the first chapter for now, then to skim the rest, and see if I can finish Chapter 28. It would feel so great to finish it, though.

Anyway I’m trying to figure this WordPress thing out. I took a look at using Tumblr or Twitter but they  confuse me. I think I’m secretly 100 years old…

 

In the Beginning

I started writing when I was a child, earlier than I can now remember. I threw myself into it when I grew too old to play with toys. That was a bitter transition for me. As a teenager I wrote prolifically, my notebooks a constant companion. Then I hit university and it sucked the will out of me, like a slit vein, all the life drained out. Eight years of that drudgery. If I ever go back, I think it would only be to learn more about writing. In making the safe choices, I don’t know if I made the right ones.

I want to write. It’s absence has festered like a wound in my soul. I’ve started again. I try to spend half an hour writing a day. Sometimes it’s a battle, eking out two hundred words. Yet through the struggle it’s always a joy, a reward in itself. There are characters inside of me begging for life.

I don’t know if I can finish the works I started so many years ago. I hate to leave them incomplete. But I’m not the same person I was at fifteen. I’ve tried to pick them back up but it’s so hard: my beliefs, my style, have fundamentally changed. I can barely force myself to cringe through a re-read.

I’m not sure yet what I’ll post on here. I’ve been out of the community so long, I have no idea what the cool kids are doing. But I think that’s a worry for another day. For the moment, I want to focus on the writing itself.

Now to go and do just that.