Raison d’etre

Raison d’etre…  the reason for being. The reason for this blog being can be answered with one simple phrase… NaNoWriMo. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is THAT time of year again. Time to chuck sense to the wind and my brains out the window. I am about to attempt another mad dash to the 50,000 word in one month finish. Why?  ‘Cause I am crazy that’s why. Of course I won’t be starting tonight. Why not? Because my old laptop is on the fritz and this one is not quite set up yet.

Anyways, I’ll be heading out now. Promise to keep things as updated as I can.

Toodle pip.

I still exist…

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.

Toodle pip.

The best laid plans of mice and men and…

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.

Wish me luck.

Crazy has moved in next door…

… 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.

Drumroll please…

And the winner is…. not me. But. But. Here is the real winner and the runner-ups of the 1st Annual 99 Word Horror Story Contest. Congratulations! Woohoo.

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.

“Same bat time… same bat channel…” next year.

99 Words for Crazy…

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

Flash Fiction Friday: Story #8

Flash Fiction Friday # 8 prompt:

This week’s Flash Fiction prompt is brought to you by crazy Matt D of Fireflies in the Clouds fame.

99 Word Horror Contest sponsored by Matt D

Write 99 words on Halloween or Horror. Not 98, not 100, and the title doesn’t count.

“A Binding Ceremony”

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.

“Welcome to the family,” she growled.

(This is 99 words according to Word 2003.)


Flash Fiction Friday: Story #7

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.