Not A Lot, But *Some* Writing Accomplished...

There are a lot of things in my life that I thought were real and ended up being fake. Why can't the opposite be true? 

-Monica from the movie "Accepted"

Let's see. What's been going on in my life? Oh, that's right. Nothing.

So let's get to another update for August, shall we?

• Noemi is at part sixteen with Flying Blind
• Arwyn is at part twelve

Yup. That's all I got done so far since last time. With all that's been going on, I felt like I had put a major dent into my updates, and here I am with just two.

The Lord giveth, and He taketh away... pointing and laughing as he does so.

In all honesty, I am not incredibly with the above mentioned story blog updates... mainly with Noemi. Arwyn is fine for the most part though I think the ending was a little... weak. I just had no idea with Noemi. I kept starting and stopping and then, like word vomit, the update wrote itself and it was done.

I still have to find something to write for "Everything..." and choose one of the three last homework assignments for "Stoically..." but other than that...

OH! I finished my NERDHQ article for my friend Lon L. I sent it to him a few days ago, and it was so long (10-pages, I think), that he had to break it up into two parts. The first part is already posted. Waiting on the second.

I also finished my story thing for Chris M. Yeah! I read it to Kathy W last night, and she said it was fine the way it was. I would have liked a few others to have read it, but I felt I had taken too long as is, so I sent it off to Chris M tonight... with an explanation.

I think I mentioned this before, but I'll recap as quickly as I can.

Chris manned the camera of a movie short which in the end he wasn't pleased with. (He showed me his version, and I thought the editing was fabulous.) He asked me to write him a 3-page story to make a short film on based off the premise of "a man in a room because of a sin". While working on that, my friend Jenny S (who pushes me in life a few notches shy of me wanting to donkey-punch her with a Buick), and "told" me to write a first-person short story from someone else's point-of-view (shooting for about 10-pages).

We all caught up? Great.

I'll say it was roughly several weeks ago when I finished the first draft of the story and sent it to Jenny to read. Knowing the back story of the piece (that I will not get into right now but is based off of real life as all my stories are), she thought I could go a little darker, pushing the bounds of my own reality as opposed to being confined by it.

Wow. That last bit just sounded cool. Well done ME! (self-high five)

Before Jenny ordered me to write this first-person POV story, I was leaning toward creepy with the idea for Chris's story, but then after? It's like when someone asks you a question you knew the answer to BEFORE they asked you. Yeah, it's like that. My "creepy" went on vacation. I was so sad. I sat there, printout in hand and wept on the inside while screaming on the outside in frustration as I couldn't tap one single iota of creepy.

So I decided to send the story (with grammar and punctuation corrections made) to Chris with a weird explanation about how things went down and await his reply.

I thought I could take the story and TRY to creep it up a little, but I don't know if I can. Kathy thinks that if you go for "cute", you come back with "creepy"... but I have NO IDEA how to do that with THIS story. (Trust me. If you read it, I don't think you would either.)

Normally I'd post the story, but seeing as it was for Chris had asked me for it so he could try and make a short film out of it, I'll let him make the call.

Aside from "Stoically..." and "Everything..." as well as August updates for Enyo, Sanya and Kearie, I still have another "review" to write as well as a story to write for Jillian S so... yay for me.

I really need to work on my deadline timing. I was fine in school, but now? I'm all grown-up and can't seem to make my timing stick. I wig out thinking my writing is shit even though in the beginning I was all kinds of happy when asked to write something for someone. As it is, I'm not sure if Chris will actually make a film out of what I wrote, but the idea of it happening is fascinating and really cool.

I have review type stuff up on Moron Life and TV Fanatic, and that's cool.

But other than my pages, I have none of my fiction out there.

It'll happen. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

Before I gave myself this goal of being published (novel would have been nice, but I would settle for an online or magazine contest of some importance or something like that) by the time I hit 35. I had hoped I would have accomplished the goal prior to that age, but as it is, I am past due on that deadline seeing as I'm coming up on my 36th birthday in November.

Yeah. Sometimes when I think about it, I get a little depressed. Okay, A LOT depressed, but hey... when you fail at your life's passions, your dreams get a little crushed, and that stings.

I look at my fellow, more successful writing friends who are about my age, and I get jealous. CRAZY jealous. I have a friend (Chris R) who is having a story of his published in a collection. His name is in the table of contents with Neil FRAKKIN Gaiman. (Yeah, I hate him and love him for that.) Truly, I am so proud.

I think there's this blockage somewhere within me and my spirit or something, and if I can get rid of it, the words will flow and the publishing dream will happen.

Do they make Drano or Liquid Plumbr for author constipation?

Yes, I know my stresses about life stability and getting out of this hole I feel has grabbed hold of me some years ago and just won't let go are contributing factors to this lack of creativity that plagues me. I HATE IT! I need Ash from Army of Darkness to come by with his chainsaw arm and free me from this hell.

Or perhaps I could just have more cocktails with Kathy? (She gets many thanks for cocktails and junk food medicine last night. It was much needed and appreciated. I have the best Girlfriend EVER!)

Okay, I'm going to end this blog post on an up-note.

Next week holds promise for me, and I'm clinging to that promise of hope because I know I deserve it, and once I get over that hurdle, I'll find the landmine of joy and explode into happiness.

Well... take from that what you will.

Later my lovelies.

Have Goodness!
Rae