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| *kneels on the floor and kisses the ground in relief* I might not be sane anymore, but I finished! Never let it be said that NaNo can't be done. If I can get through it with the wealth of health, family problems, and stress I have had this month, ANYONE can! I'm FREEEE!  ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **  Best wishes and happy writing! |
Ahh, my beloved TT. This is your day and I hope it brings you everything you wished for and more. I wish I could be there with you. Not just to smash cake in your face, or wave the billowing coulds of smoke away when you blow out the candles  but to help celebrate the wonderful gift to the world that is you!I just wanted to let you know that your friendship means the world to me. I treasure it every single day and will for the rest of my life. Thank you so much for the years of laughter, writing, OZ, shopping, Sons, making me snort pop out my nose, and always lending a shoulder to lean or cry on. God only knows what else we will get into over the years, but it's a journey I look forward to. You're simply the best and I love ya more than life! So on this happiest of days, know that I am there celebrating with you in spirit...and on yahoo messenger (of course). And don't yell at me for not writing, because this technically counts, just not toward NaNo.  And forgive the extra zeros in one of your birthday pressies. That was just wishful thinking on my part, hoping you live that long!  Here's to you, Mara...sister, writing partner, and TT!  And here's to being in the club. Always remember...when life gets ya down...we're in the club. They're not in the club. And what an awesome club it is!Loves ya lots. Happy birthday, Happy birthday, Happy birthday! Always and forever, Your TT, ~Rae Rae |
| Okay so I'm probably no where near being halfway done with this book, but I AM halfway through NaNo's requirements! It gives me hope. I might yet make it out alive. Maybe not sane, but alive. *evil grin* That said, the fever is back and I feel myself slowing down, if not grinding into a halt for the night. I really hate my kidneys this month. I refuse to let them take me down! <<<<<Evening NaNo Stats>>>>> Total Word Count: 25,028 / 50,000 Today's Count: 3,263 Most written in one day: 8k Current state of mind: exhausted, drained, and overall blah Today's caffine intake: Not nearly enough. Music: Gah...the news Level of remaining sanity: 70% Teaser: One peek out the side window and all traces of the Scot’s good mood fell by the wayside. Cursing, he jerked the front door open with a scowl. “This better be good. I’m getting gawd damn tired o’ rude wake up calls an’ house visits before noon.” “Well, hello to you, too, Tommy.” Unimpressed with the superficial greeting, Crux snorted. “Wha’d ya want, Marken? I’m tired and I ain’t had my mornin’ joe.” “I got a complaint this afternoon.” “It ain’t noon yet, ya clatty prick.” “Close enough, Croston. Don’t push it with me.” Spearing a rough hand through his hair, Crux sighed. “What now?” “It’s serious this time. I got one pissed off millionaire crying foul and pumping his fists for blood. He claims you and one of your biker buddies put a gun to his head last night.” “Ah,” Crux said with a nod. “Aye, that one.” He shrugged and leaned against the doorjamb, arms folded across his bare chest. “I guess you could say we ‘ad a wee misunderstanding.” “Wee? Since when is pulling a gun on someone a wee misunderstanding?” “I didn’ pull the trigger, did I?” “Jesus.” Marken dropped his chin to his chest and gave a slow shake of his head. A long moment passed before he lifted his head and sighed. “Who was in on this with you?” “Shyte, I was stone drunk las’ night. I don’ remember.” Crux gave an apologetic shrug. “This is bullshit.” “Aye.” Faint lines of amusement crinkled around the Scot’s eyes. “We done?” “No. I need to speak to Weston’s daughter. Maybe her memory isn’t as lapsed as yours.” Cold fury replaced the twinge of humor the biker felt only seconds ago. His chest tightened as a fierce surge of protectiveness thrummed through his system. Body on edge and muscles tense, his fists coiled at his sides. Crux’s eyes glittered with malice, reflecting the turbulent storm of emotions raging within. He wedged himself in the doorway, his expression holding the savage tenacity of a pitbull guarding its turf. “Leave Kat outta this.” |
Bwahahaha! I love these! It feels like a holiday to me. Here's to wishing all of you a vast amount of luck on what's supposed to be an unlucky day. I've never bought into that superstition myself. After all, it's Friday and 13 happens to be one of my lucky numbers. Either that or my fate is just cosmically linked to the evil forces in this world....  On to cheerier things. Morning NaNo update>>>>> Total Word Count: 21,765 / 50,000 Most written in one day: 8k Current state of mind: happy Today's caffine intake: half a can o' diet Dr. Pepper ... Yes, I'm behind. Music: Mary by Patty Griffin Level of remaining sanity: 85% |
| Okay, I admit it. I scoffed at the idea of NaNo. I mean Mara and me had to be the slowest most anal writers I ever seen. Seriously. It would take me all day to write 500 words. So, when she came to me this year insisting we give it a try, I almost keeled over dead in a fit of laughter. 50,000 words in 30 days? *pffft* Throw in the holiday, weekends, my newsletter, contest judging, forum updates, and whatever else might come up and yeah...you get the picture. I'm looking at maybe 20 days and that's being generous. I thought she was insane. I got a late start due to sending out reviews for my contest. 6 days late. I had a LOT of ground to cover and needless to say, I was really starting to resent Mara for talking me into the whole NaNo thing. BUT...I'm caught up. Not only am I caught up, but I'm *gasp* enjoying it! I've learned a lot in the last 11 days. I've learned to make time for writing every day, no matter how small. I've learned to let go, to not stress as much while writing. There actually IS time to edit it later.... I hope. I've learned that it's possible to write a book...maybe not a decent one in 30 days, but certainly within 3 or 4 months. So, long story short...NaNo is a great experience, even if it is stressful at times. And I'm so glad Mara talked me into this. What a ride. |
| It seems the "p" word is contagious today. I was sitting here stressing about getting the In-Depth Forum updated and the 5,000 words I need to write tonight just to catch up with NaNo. Sending out contest reviews and zoning out from the multiple pain killers my doctor put me on has set me very far behind! In all of the hustle and bustle this morning, I forgot to turn the ringer back on on my cell phone after rescheduling my appointment for Monday. Remind me never to do that again. My poor mother had herself worked up into all shades of worried. She called J, and when he said he hadn't heard from me, her maternal instinct kicked in and the alarms went off. Thankfully, John's girlfriend lives right up the street and she booked down here to check on me. You have to wonder what is going on when you open the door to find your friend standing there all out of breath, looking worried, and asking you what is going on.  "Uhmmm...nothing...why?"Yep. I felt bad. Expecially when I called my mom to let her know I was okay and she told me she was just getting ready to call Doug and beg him to send someone by to check on me. Now, that my friends, would have been beyond embarrassing. Probably more so than the time I wandered next door in Perry to ask the guys at the fire/ems house if they would get the praying mantis off my porch. That sucker wouldn't budge and when it rotated its head around at me like kid from the excorcist, I'd had enough. *shudders*So, at any rate, I barely avoided having the Canal Fulton police department showing up at my house for a search and rescue...I didn't make it in to the doctor because my wallet is missing, so now I will most likely have another 3 days of aching kidneys...I'm extremely behind in NaNo....but the good news is the forum is updated and I know I have a mom and friends that love me. Lesson for the day: Always leave your ringer on. You never know who might be trying to call. |
| makes Adriana feel like a very naughty girl. So glad it's Friday! Have a great weekend everyone and stay safe! |
| Sounds like it would be cute, but it's not. Today is seriously dragon butt . . . moving along like an arthritic snail stuck in tar. Okay, so that might be a tad bit melodramatic, but that's how it feels. Despite numerous ideas, I'm uninspired. Simply put, today is blah. I feel a headache coming on. On a brighter note, my brother, John, his girlfriend (yes he finally found a good one--but that is another blog in itself) and I are planning a trip to Mansfield Reformatory. Once for the seasonal haunted house, and once outside of that. I fell in love with the old prison the last time I went and am looking forward to going again. For those of you not in the know, Mansfield Reformatory is listed as one of the United States creepiest destinations. It houses the world's largest free-standing cell block, is reputedly haunted, and has had several movies and music videos filmed there. The most well-known probably being Shawshank Redemption and Godsmack's "Alive." Feel free to Google it and check it out. It's a pretty impressive building, if nothing else. My mom ( ) is also hoping to cash in on some of the more local history. You would be hard pressed to find a house or building in my town that doesn't hold some sort of haunting claim. While my big brother and I are all about checking those claims out, my mom would like to compile a detailed history of our town's ghostly claims and publish it. With so many books centered on Canal Fulton's more public attractions, such as The Warehouse on the Canal, or the Rose Room, I thought it might be interesting to take a more down home approach and interview the locals. I want to hear the stories no one else hears about the houses in the historical district . . . and believe me, there are some great stories waiting to be unearthed there. The house next door to my mom has enough history alone to make the hair on the back of my neck stand on end . . . and no one ever lives there long. Maybe the basement leaks. LOLMaybe the residents would be kind enough to let an investigative team come in and see if there is anything solid enough to back those claims. That would be pretty cool to have. Well, I've blathered enough for one day. Make sure you check out A MidSummer Night's Scream and get those entries in before November 1st! Best wishes and happy writing! ~Adriana |
I guess for some of us, that could be taken in the literal sense.  As swamped as I am, it feels good to be back. Real life issues along with downed net left me in a hole, so to speak. I'm trying to get caught up here, prepping for NaNoWriMo, pecking out two newsletters, and realizing that I should probably add neighborhood moderator to my list of daily responsibilities. Maybe it is because I look and act so young myself, but it seems whenever there is a problem, all the neighborhood kids come running to my door. While I don't mind . . . it does make me think that maybe it is a good thing I'm considering picking up Psychology as my major in the fall. The only problem there is: who is going to shink wrap me?Ah well. I have little time to ponder life's meaningless questions at the moment. I urge anyone interested in writing horror to stop by my contest, A Midsummer Night's Scream. As usual, I'm handing out some great prizes and the editor of The Far Side of Midnight, Johnny  , contacted me this weekend with a great proprosal. The grand prize winner will also be published in their magazine. How's that for booty? *grins*Okay, with NaNo lurking around the corner and MUCH left to do, I must go. I just wanted to check bases and say it feels good to be back home. I've missed this place terribly! Best wishes and happy writing! |
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