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Ah, time to think of another title…

So this morning I decided I was going to work on the next piece of the Say What You Want series. This will definitely be the last piece. And I’m not entirely sure how it ends — though I suspect the characters will inform me soon, since I’m roughly 2.5k into this chunk already. I struggled a bit getting started, though.

I’ve been struggling again, in terms of writing, anyway. Once I get enough inertia, I’m good, but over the weekend it was a struggle to hit 750 words on Saturday and on Sunday I scraped together 300, with three separate 100 word drabbles. Life is hectic. I was out with the local high school marching band all day Saturday; the words I wrote were all written while I was on the bus. And they weren’t very good words, either. Oh well.

I still haven’t quiiite figured out things for Gray Morning, which I think is going to have a title change to Seize the Day. I don’t see it being a trilogy anymore — Ryin’s story and dropping aspects of the world that pertained mostly to him (Natural Borns, and the genetic engineering, etc) seemed to cut the overall story quite short. Which is fine — I don’t mind it. I prefer stand-alone novels, anyway.

I’m just undecided whether I want it to BE a stand alone novel, or if it should have a sequel — and if I did a sequel, what the sequel would actually BE about. But, I’m filling the pieces together. And I really, really want this to be my NaNo project. And then after I finish this book, I’ll move on to finishing Stellar. Once Stellar is finished, I’ll go back and edit Seize the Day. Or well, maybe not editing it, but reading through it, picking out which pieces need to be changed and making revision notes. It’ll be a bit tedious, but I want to go the traditional publishing route with these novels. Once I’m done with making notes for Seize the Day, I’ll do the same thing for Stellar. 

In the meantime, I’m also going to have to balance those projects and my erotica, not to mention the short stories I’ll also be attempting to get published. All while likely managing a part-time job on top of it all. It’s going to be work. It’s going to be tough. But I know I can do it, and I know that I’ll find a way to push through all of the obstacles that are in front of me. Writing is my passion. It’s what I really, truly want to do with my life, and I will make it work. 

I want my writing income to become my primary source of income. Of course, learning to balance the writing job and the part-time real world job and the childrearing job is going to be exceptionally difficult. But, I will find a system that works for me. The goal is 50k words a month from here on out. More is great! But that’s what I want out of me, minimum. In 75 minutes, I can write 2000-2500 words — that’s what I did today. So I need to set that aside every day. Or twice that, every other day. 

But enough rambling, here’s a piece of what I wrote this morning:

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I am battling this nice little head cold that wants to take root in my sinuses and grow and inflame them and take them over. Over the weekend I wrote about 1300-1400 words total, including a drabble which was part of a scene building exercise for writerverse, over on LJ. I also finished another chapter of Stellar, which may be getting retitled to The Stellar Challenge, but I’m not 100% sure yet. It’s a speculative fiction novel that takes place after the seven main characters die and have to complete this Challenge in order to get a second chance into Heaven.

I have a lot of fun with the concept for it, but I struggle a lot with the particulars of the book, itself. With so many characters to juggle, not to mention their back stories, how their lives impacted them as a person now. It’s really fascinating stuff, but winging it has only taught me so much. I’m still learning a lot about the characters, and hopefully I can keep punching out a chapter here and there and see how it goes.

I tried, and have succeeded, in hitting 1000 words for today, despite this fucking cold. It’s actually a smut crossover I was writing for myself and a friend of mine, but I may change the names and sell it on Amazon because sure, why not? Or maybe put it up on Smashwords, see what happens there. I don’t foresee this one being very long, and right now I can’t put up any of my other erotica short stories up on there until their enrollment in KDP Select expires. 

But really, this cold is kicking my ass and I need to get back to work. At least for a little bit. Here is the drabble I will expand once the next writerverse challenge gets posted:


Savin glanced at his phone. furrowing his brow. Mari’s text flashed across the screen: In labor. NEED YOU NOW. His heart stopped as he pocketed the phone. He faced the man in front of him. “I’m sorry — my fiancee’s in –”

The words caught in his throat, refusing to pass his lips. He shook his head. He needed to remain professional. “Mr. Callahan’s in recovery room three.”

“Thank you, Doctor…”

“Bates,” Savin supplied for him, offering him a tight-lipped smile. His phone grew heavy and hot in his pocket. He needed to leave. 

Mari was only twenty-one weeks pregnant.

Daily Report & Snippet

So for the longest time today I didn’t really write much of anything. I read through half of the critique comments, am leaving the other half for tomorrow, and waited until my child napped to write.

I haven’t really been able to focus to really write anything long and involved. Instead, I’ve been doing bits and pieces, letting my mind jump wherever it wanted to while listening to music. One song per piece, usually I let Pandora do the randomization for me. Brings up some interesting songs to write to. I’ll post a couple here. One for my one-shot novel project Stellar, and another for Gray Morning:


Jordan could feel the weight of the gun in his hands — could <i>see</i> the blood splatter behind his mother’s head. As if he couldn’t stop himself, he lifted the barrel to his own temple. One deep breath in. One deep breath out.


Jordan woke with a start, his brain knocking furiously against the inside of his skull. He gave himself a quick shake, looking out over the rest of the cabin. The other passengers were still asleep, reclined in their seats.

All but one.

Saito stared back at him, his arms crossed over his chest and his hair obscuring his eyes. “Bad dream?” he asked, his voice a quiet hum against the noise of the train. Noise they shouldn’t even be able to hear, considering it traveled through the solar system, only to bring them to Venus.

“Why do you care?” Jordan snapped, rubbing his temple as he turned his attention out to the cosmos spread before them. His head still ached where the bullet had pierced his flesh. How long ago had it really been since he died? Why could he still feel his death? Dream it?

He didn’t want to know the answers. The questions, at the very least, kept him distracted. Kept him focused on anything but the task at hand.

Eight good deeds. He had already completed one. But really, how easy were they going to be?

Not as easy as pulling the trigger, that’s for sure.


Savin gave himself a once over in the mirror, his hand reaching for a tie he knew to be perfect. He hadn’t untied any of them, not once he got them right, not anymore. He pulled his hair back, careful to brush every single strand into place.

He needed to look perfect. Needed to look put together. Needed to look like himself, and not a mere shadow of who he used to be. Breathing in deeply, he closed his eyes, fingers deftly moving along his suit jacket, taking his time with each button.

“Nothing is forever,” he whispered to himself, snapping his eyes open. His reflection stared back at him, eyes bloodshot with dark rims lying underneath them. If he were giving a speech, he’d be heading straight for the make-up artist’s chair, trying to hide them.

Where he was going, he wouldn’t need the make-up. Would prefer to go without it, this once. Would prefer to look as broken as he felt, as empty as his eyes looked.

He couldn’t even cry anymore. All of his tears had left him, days ago. His heart drummed weakly in his chest as he thought back to That Day. Capital letters and all. That Day. That Day where he lost everything.

That Day he lost Jazz.