I just wanted to let anyone who actually reads this blog that I still exist. Real life just has me by the… well if I was a guy… by the you know whats. Someday it’ll let me go, and I’ll get back to writing. Eh… a girl can dream can’t she.
Writers with a deadline. No NaNo for me this year. Again. I’d like to say I put forth a valiant effort, but truth be told, I didn’t. I got involved in something else, and just never got into the swing of things. And the swing is really where it’s at. I liked my original story idea. I still like it now, but I just couldn’t find a way to start it. I don’t think I am quite ready to write it just yet.
So, I started another story tonight. I know how this one should start. I know how it should end. All I need to do is write the middle. Not too much pressure, neh. Of course, I have no idea what to call it. Perhaps that will come to me later. Yes, later. I plan to continue writing this story even after tonight. I think I need to tell it. At least I hope I do.
… Insane lives upstairs, and I am freakin’ out. What the heck am I going to write about for NaNoWriMo? I mean have ideas, but some of them just don’t seem novel length material. Others are just too good, and I am not ready to write them just yet. I need more practice to tell those stories right. What to do. What to do.
Oh, yes. Happy Anniversary to my dear little blog. I began this blog because of NaNoWriMo back in October of 2004.
I really had fun with this contest. There was no pressure. Okay… except for that whole 99 word limit, but still, it was fun. Thanks to Matt D. for sponsoring the contest and the judges for reading through the stories.
Insane… Lunatic… Demented… Nuts… Wacky… 94 more words to go.
So you might be asking what is the meaning of the topic. Well, I decided to enter my Friday Flash Fiction #8 story, “A Binding Ceremony”, in the sponsoring contest. (Thus, I submit to the crazy.) It’s not a big step. No, no… a big step would be writing a story and sending it to Writers of the Future contest or submitting it to an actual magazine or something. But, it is a step.
Speaking of crazy, my next big adventure is NaNoWriMo, which begins in… dear lawd… five days. Yikes! I don’t even have a plot. I am so dead.
Oh yeah, you might want to check out the other entries too. They are absolutely fun and scary and make me feel all kinds of inadequate. 99 Words of Horror Contest Entries
Jack fought the urge to scratch his neck. He could barely breathe through the mask, but Layla had insisted he wear it for the ceremony - her family’s tradition.
Then he heard the priest say, “… pronounce you husband and wife.” Relief. Finally, he could take the mask off and kiss his bride.
Jack gave a tug. Nothing. He moved his fingers to the edges. Nothing!
His panicked feeling grew. Where was the seam!
Someone brushed his shoulder. He turned around. His new mother-in-law smiled at him, her mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.
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The future home of Story #7 in which a romantic story revolves around an alien, parasitic, first love triangle and cooties. Yes, that’s right. Cooties. Let’s call it an Intergalactic Romantic Comedy.
