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Writing is my number 1 passion. I write short stories, poems, novels, and blogs. Genres I’m interested in are but not limited to . . . Horror, paranormal, occult, spiritual, romance, modern, suspense, thriller and drama. (I have worked with some erotica, but with another pen name.)

These are the links to all of Internet me (but the naughty part)

Facebook page

http://www.facebook.com/RebekahQuinne

Twitter

https://mobile.twitter.com/rebekahquinne

WattPad

https://www.wattpad.com/Rebekahquinne

Instagram

https://www.instagram.com/Rebekahquinne/

Smash words

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Rebekah1213

Deviant art

https://www.deviantart.com/rebekah1213

Good Reads

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6454956.Rebekah_Quinne

Old LiveJournal

https://rebekah1213.livejournal.com

Fan fiction.net

https://www.fanfiction.net/~rebekahwriter13

Nanowrimo profile

https://nanowrimo.org/participants/rebekah1213

Tumblr

https://rebekah1213.tumblr.com

My WordPress blogs

https://rebekahwolveire.wordpress.com

https://rqshortstories.wordpress.com

https://rebekah1213.wordpress.com

https://beckyms1213blog.wordpress.com

https://spiritualbeck.wordpress.com

The Whispering Path my first attempt at a novel

https://www.amazon.com/Whispering-Path-Ms-Rebekah-Wolveire/dp/1463674309

Updates August 2020

It’s been a while since I really posted.

The truth it’s been a real struggle this year to get any of my ideas out.

I’ve had several projects I’ve been working on with a friend and it was because of him that I even got about 18k written last month.

I also had 30 poems written in 30 days on my short story blog. https://rqshortstories.wordpress.com/

However when it comes to major writing projects. . . I’ve been blocked. Extremely blocked since May.

I have been fighting depression, cabin fever, and extreme anxiety.

My computer is down. (I’m even writing this blog on a phone is data issues. Sighs.)

I lost a good friend to anxiety and depression issues. (My other health issues make it worst.)

The mixture of it all has me fighting whether writing is for me.

However my ultimate bliss is sitting at a table or desk and typing or writing story after story. I love creating characters and making story twists. It’s amazing when the story takes a life of its own and characters direct where they want to go.

I just hope I get my spark back.

Meanwhile I took an editing job. I’m finally putting my college degree to good use. An A.A. in English.

Camp Nanowrimo July 2020

Sorry, it been a while. I have been fighting depression, gout, stomach issues, exhaustion, writers block and broken computer. (Good News: I have no symptoms of the Corona Coviid 19 virus. I really hope we can get this sickness cleaned up: I hate wearing a mask.)

Now that July is tomorrow. . . I plan to work on three projects. . .

1. 30 days of poetry. (I will try to get posted on Rebekah Quinne Short Stories

2. My paranormal short stories.

3. Writing birthday project for a dear friend of mine.

My word count goal is 30,000.

I am just trying to get back into writing.

Camp NaNoWriMo April 2020 Won.

I did it! I wrote 31,282 / 30,000.

I did despite my depression, my sinuses, dealing with my family with the quarantine. I have also been worried over illness and budgeting. In fact, being stuck, writing was my sanity.

I worked a three different projects, so yes I rebelled. However all that mattered was that I did manage to get 31k in my word count not counting blogging or journals within the 30 days.

I do have to give credit to my best friend River for being my writing cheerleader. He really helped me through. Between River and coffee I am not sure I would have made it.

By the way. . . I post alot on my instagram /https://www.instagram.com/rebekahquinne/

Camp NaNoWriMo April 2020

It’s so far so good. I am just under 22k, and today is 22nd, which is good as my personal goal is 1k per day. So I am almost there.

I hope I get to 50, 000 words, but it’s been tricky as I am have anxiety over this lock-in and the virus. I really should write about it. I feel like with everyone always home, I really have no privacy, no moments to myself.

Going out (which I do at most once a week, if I can wait, then two weeks.) Going out is very bizzard, I am waiting for zombies to show. The facial masks and gloves make me instantly feel sick as I have zero symptoms. I used to love shopping, even if it was just grocery shopping, but now it’s a sad chore. I feel like everyone is paranoid. The truth is only 1% of the population even has the virus. I think the media pushes the stats daily making the crowds more crazed. I am NOT saying take this lightly, but do not freak out someone so bad that they stop enjoying life. (I am sorry for those who are sick and/or died, but I really believe it will get better by summer.)

I will admit I am avoiding doctors and hospitals. (However I still need food and toilet paper.)

My gout acts up whenever I walk too much. I am then down for several days after as I have to keep my feet up. I cannot use my computer in bed as it overheats so easily.

My anemia was high making me easily exhausted but coffee really helped. I was still able to make dinner and help someone with writing, and yet working on my own.

Today I did get some things clean, including myself. However my true hair color is in my roots.

Tomorrow I need to go through my notebooks and get stuff on the computer so I have less loose papers.

I also enjoy watching others write on google docs. . . it’s cool to watch how it appears; it’s like watching a writer’s head at work.

Best advice during this time: find hobbies together and hobbies apart. Give yourself some special time.

Meanwhile I am working on Camp NaNoWriMo. . . several projects.

Character Back story

I also did an exercise that I found on my instagram. About giving the character a back story. It helps you as a writer know how to write them. I have written characters sketches or quick paragraphs.

Sabastian, the Bird Whisperer.

Sabastian only had him and his mother Lily, and she was as beautiful as the flower with whitish-yellow hair and icy blue eyes. She was sweet and kind to everyone. However after Sabastian father died in war just several weeks before he was born she vowed to never love anyone else. She has her beautiful strong baby boy. He could whistle before he could talk. He could call of the local birds, and they would fly from all over to hear him sing to them.

When he was five when his mother died of a mysterious illness. However he still believed that she poisoned by an evil neighbor who would not take her hand in marriage. Since he was five years old he vowed to revenge the mysterious death of his mother.

He went deep into the forest and lived with an isolated monk who taught him how to live off the land. He would bring the birds for entertainment. On his 23rd birthday the monk died of old age. Sabastian knew he needed to move on taking his many birds as his allies.

Now he is seeking those who had killed his mother. . .

Camp NaNoWriMo Update

Well, since we have all been stuck in with the fear of this virus. I have been trying to stay busy.(In March, my family all had runny noses and a cough, but no breathing issues or fevers. We are all better now, restless but better. I’m worried over finances, but there are alot of other people who are worried too. I’ve been trying to stay busy, cooking, writing, and chatting with good online friends.)My Camp NaNoWriMo Update at end of day 8 I’m at 8500 plus words.

Camp NaNoWriMo April 2020

First of all, it’s been almost two weeks that I have no gone outside any more than ten feet from my door. So I really have cabin favor. . .

Secondly, I have been fighting a head cold (just sinuses, no fever), depression, and writer’s block. . . so I have been really out of it.

So I was surprised (which I shouldn’t have been). . . to find out that in April is Camp NaNoWriMo 2020 . . (https://www.nanowromo.org/ Nanowrimo and Camp Nanowrimo on the same site now). I’m Rebekah1213 on Camp NaNoWriMo.

So since I am feeling better, and I need to get back in to the writing groove for my sanity. . . I am trying to writing in Camp NaNoWriMo.

I am rebelling this time. . . I am working on multi projects. . . I’m calling the project writings of me. Each project has some element of me. . . Write on what I know and want right?
1. I have working on short stories in a different name. (A few know both Rebekah Quinne and my other pen name.)
2. I also working on a depression project. . . I’ve trying to face my depression creatively. . . It makes me feel like there is a war in my head, So why not write about it?
3. I thought about getting creative with this cabin fever and write fictional stories based on the changes that this virus has put on people.

However my goal is at least 30,000 words. This is simply 1,000 words per day. I can do that in my sleep.

I just hope, I have energy, and motivation to get through my writing. I miss writing and I feel unlike myself without it.

I just need to get back and writing and typing. I have been journaling a lot more for documentation of the virus and how I feel in a type of lock down. (Note: It’s not an extreme lock down, but it feels that way. . . only get out for emergency. . . it’s not an emergency.)

Anyway, I need to work on notes for Camp NaNoWriMo. . . keep you updated.

100 Word Story Challeng

I had a challenge to write a 100 word story without using the word “The.”

It’s a bit of a challenge. . .

I’ve had depression and it has a caused a major writer’s block. However with this virus and the must “stay-in” issue. . . I thought I would take this challenge. Not once but twice. . . once in first person and second story in third person. . .

Story 1. Writer’s Block Mock (Note: There is cuss words in this story, Pg-13, you have warned.)

I struggle facing that damn white screen—it mocks me—

“You cannot write–
You have no talent. It ran out, like water down a drain. You wasted it away sitting in front that idiot box.
You need to get off your lazy ass and a real job.”

I growl at that blaring screen as it is laughing at me. It knows what I know which is . . . I have nothing. It knows all of my ideas in my head are tangled like a ball of fuzzy yarn that my cat destroyed. It is simple. I just write.

Story 2. Corona Virus: Average Jane (This is Fictional)

She sits in her room. She stares at her TV. It plays another dramatic story. . . some girl likes some guy who doesn’t want commitment. Same story, different day.
She knows she is in lockdown . . . her TV blares another show.

It has not even been an entire week and she forgotten what day is it. Is it Wednesday or Saturday? All she knows is that she is locked in her room waiting . . . for what? She is not exactly sure.
She just does not want to hear some more news of numbers and biology.

While stuck in with Coronavirus

I have had major writer’s block since mid-November and the longer I have gone with it, the less and less I feel like myself. I have tried writing different things and exercise (walks) and nothing has worked that much. 

Then over the past few weeks, the Coronavirus has really made the news. I think we are just days from all being stuck inside for a while. I feel within days even weeks, we will be stuck inside for a while. I hope you have ideas for self-entertainment/ amusement.
I will admit most of us are freaked out as our average days have suddenly changed. We have had nothing like this in history.  

I will tell you something . . . for the other writers out there blocked like me, please write about your experience.  I plan to write on my own. . . even if you don’t have the virus, should write on how the experience has changed your life or maybe even way of thinking.  We are all going through a very unique moment of history that can be more documented that ever before. (Yes, we have had viruses, plagues and other sickness, but not where we are connected to each simply by the Internet and phone.) 

A few things you can do while you have extra time. . . 

  1. A new writing project (for all of those writers out there)
  2. Netflix or youtube or hulu binges
  3. Read a book or two or ten
  4. Facebook group (please avoid the drama)
  5. Create your own website
  6. Exercise
  7. Paint or color
  8. Learn a new skill: cooking, baking, dance etc
  9. Cook a new dish
  10. Clean out your house
  11. Self-cation or stay-ation. . . It’s like a vacation but in your house. . . pampering yourself. . . bath, favorite music, relaxing do your own favorite things. 

I will give a secret of mine for all those who are depressed, anxious, worried, upset etc. . . . and seriously need counseling or simply an extra person to talk to. https://www.7cups.com really helps me. Please use this site seriously. This situation is very new and scary for a lot of people. . . and depression and anxiety are very serious things. 

Reasons to Write

I have been seriously struggling with writer’s block. . . so I have learned that I have been my own cheerleader. . . However I thought by post some of these hopeful thoughts might help someone else who needs an extra boost.

Reasons to Write. . .

  • There is a good, interesting story in me. (Actually I have several and they are actually emotionally scrambled at the moment. I feel like each one is a puzzle box and I accident dumped each puzzle onto the floor. Now I piece by piece I am trying to put all of these puzzles together.. I cannot work on just one project at a time. I just need to not get so overwhelmed.)

  • It can inspire and motivate others. (Sometimes you just have to push yourself to help other push themselves too. You never know if your work will touch someone else…)

  • You have the talent. (I have been published in other works. I am published poet and playwright.)

  • The story will NOT write itself. (I just need to simply to get something on the paper. . . words to sentences to paragraphs to pages to chapters. . . and before I know it I will have another novel.)

  • You have the ability to write it. (I just need to get my pen and paper and write it. I just keep listening all of the excuses. And I NEED to stop!)

  • You are a natural storyteller. (In the past, I’m sure I was a bard.)

  • You need a way to express yourself. (You are good with words. They are paint to the canvass of other people’s minds. They are powerful. They can change people.)

  • To see the words “the End(It’s ultimate accomplishment on writing anything.)

  • You know you have those scenes in your replay in your head. Write those out! (It’s nagging you, haunting you. It needs to be written. . . so damn it, write it out.)

  • You have several novels written already, so you know you can do this. (You have done this before and you can do it again. You have multi stories in you. Remember some of those that cannot even got one story out. . . You can get out another.)

  • You know you do not feel productive unless you write. (I can cook a seven course meal, clean each room, do all of my errands on very hours of sleep, and if I do NOT write, then I feel like the day is a waste.)

  • Write for you and what you love (You can make it for everyone else when you edit.)

  • Write to just get it out. . . (Hopes, dreams, pain, fear, the weird dream you had last night. . . just write to empty your head. . . If you are anything like me, I realize as soon as I empty it, it always seems to refill over and over. )

Greatest thing is just to get out there and to write. . . Don’t over think about it, just start adding words to the paper or the screen. . . I mean really express yourself even in a poem, story, or even a good blog. Just stop rewriting you to-do list ten times over.