Determined to win NaNoWriMo 2018

As most of you I’ve been writing is Camp Nanowrimo and this November I’m trying Nanowrimo for the 9th year.

I am writing a seven book series I’m calling Crimson Shadow Collection. There are about 75 vampires and this is the series is about their lives. I have been working on the set-up of this series since 2008-2009 I’m still stuck on book 2 even though I have many scenes for the other books written.

  • 2010 The Whispering Path
  • 2011 Driving Lies Book 1
  • 2012 The Crimson Shadow Collection: Melzela, (on my Rebekah Wolveire account)
  • 2012 Driving Lies Book 2
  • 2013 Driving Lies Book 3
  • 2014 The Crimson Shadow Collection: Daris started
  • 2015 Pieces of me (It was a personal collection)

2010 to 2015 I won each year, writing over 50,000 words (I was with my ex back then)

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2016 The Crimson Shadow Collection: Daris (between family drama and muses wanting to write scenes for book 3 to 7, I did not hit 50,000 words)

2017 The Broken Path (My location and exhaustion kept me 15,000 words short of my goal: it’s not finished, but on back burner)

2018 The Crimson Shadow Collection: Daris (I am determined to write and get my 50,000 words)

I’m working Daris again as there are notes, scenes for it everywhere on my flash drive but nothing is together in chapter form. I’m going to put it together.

My Nanowrimo page http://nanowrimo.org/participants/rebekah1213

My Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/rebekahquinne

My Twitter page http://www.twitter.com/rebekahquinne

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Updates

I love to blog, but usually during times of no blogs I’m doing one of two things.

  1. I’m fighting writers block, usually more blogs get written
  2. I’m working on writing projects

Lately it’s been a mixture can’t tell by September’s word count 80,627 (that’s everything from diaries, lists, bligs, stories, novel scenes, to notes)

This month, I’m working on notes for my Nanowrimo.org project. . . Crimson Shadow Collection: Book 2 Daris. My muses woke me up from a hard sleep at about a week ago, and I’ve been working on it since. Yay! Back to my dark world. . . The weirdest thing happened my mood swing have slowed down, and some days when I’m writing I feel less depressed and lonely.

I keep telling everyone I need to write and yet few really hear me.

On my personal blog http://beckyms1213blog.wordpress.com

I’m working on a personal blog self esteem project. . . New question daily. Learn something new from your dark writer. . .I got it from my favorite therapy site 7cups.com

Links to my pages

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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

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

Writing Mood: Content

Its day 19 and betweens the blogs, notes, and novel I’m at 35,000 words. Yay! My novel is at 25,715 words which awesome for my 30,000 word goal. Again, I would love to reach 50,000 words, but if I don’t I still did really well. What counts is that I got parts of my novel written.

Lately, I’ve been in a writing and very creative mood. I feel like myself. . . like I can face the world with pen (sword) in hand.

Only frustration is when I get interrupted, it gets hard to get back into a drama scene. I sometimes have to reread my work and notes a dozen times. However lately its like my head can magically go back.

I still snap when someone interrupts me, and then I feel bad. Like the other night, I’m in my zone and I was sitting at the edge of my seat, and kept asking me “what are you doing?”

Now I could have gotten sarastic, and said “winning fake money at slots or petting my monkey. . .” but then he will just ask more questions.

He kept asking my mom until both her and I were irked. I snapped. I wasn’t mad. I was irked, annoyed. If he stood up, he would have saw the the pens and notebook out.

Even today the drunken neighbor asked “What was I do with the notebook and pen?” I could have said ” I am your new ruler, and I’m just now working on your million rules.” However I just said “I’m a write, and I write stories.”

I’ve learned that sarasm just isn’t that nice anymore and makes me sounds more like a cranky b*tch.

The thing that my uncle said the other night did get to me . . . “why aren’t you happy?”

Actually, minus a sleep issues, I’m pretty content right now. I don’t have to be explosive happy all of the time. I’m content writing in my own world.

Question of the Day Survey

A fellow author makes up these daily questions on her Facebook.

https://www.facebook.com/deborah.rileymagnus

Since I’m not on Facebook everyday, I collected the last ten or so and posted them as a survey.

Author survey question of the day … Are you a happy writer? Do you find joy in all (or at least most) of the elements of being an author? Do you smile at the keyboard every time you face it?
Writing is one of few reasons, I get up everyday. I’m sad on days I don’t write. Yes writing makes me happy.

Author survey question of the day … What’s your best technique for keeping track of things, especially if you write series books, or books that cover vast amounts of time? Do you use spread sheets? Notebooks loaded with details? Editing notes on a word doc? Post-it notes on a wall? What works best for you?
I have lists. I am a big list maker. I research and make notes and outline. I tried spread sheets, but I like just WordPress or word docs better. I love 3M post-it notes.

Author survey question of the day … What INSPIRES you today, and why? Is it the weather, the place you are in your manuscript, something you saw or something you feel? What’s got your motor going?

Many different things inspire me. . . when people talk, cars driving by, movies, celebrities, and even a good meal . . . the list goes on.

Author survey question of the day … WEATHER … if you have air conditioning or live in Alaska, this question IS NOT FOR YOU … Any authors out there dealing with this unbelievable heat? Aside from running many, many fans to keep semi-cool, how are you writing through the hellish hot weather? (Dripping sweat here in Pittsburgh!) How’s the writing weather outside the United States? (Maybe I should go there!)
I would need a fan or I go to a restaurant and order a meal and eat and write. I cannot write when I have sweat in my eyes.

Author survey question of the day … How many “Ideas” do you have sitting aside and waiting for their turn? Those cool thoughts that come when you’re in the middle of something else?
Tons of ideas. . . I always get an idea when I am busy. I write then in a notebook.

Author survey question of the day … In your opinion, what is the most important HABIT a writer should have?
Write every days. . . lists, blog, poems stories, ideas, character sketches, outlines, or novel. . . whatever just write.

Author survey question of the day … What is your favorite way to connect with other authors? Facebook? Twitter? LinkedIn? Critique Groups? Writer groups and organizations?
Facebook groups, wattpad, fan fiction.net, my nanowrimo groups, and my blogs

Author survey question of the day … I’M BACK! I must say that accept for the beautiful statue of The Keeper of the Plains, Wichita Kansas was the flattest, most uninspiring place I’ve ever been, but the over 100 degree heat might have had something to do with that. Today’s question … How do you pull inspiration from places or events that just plain don’t inspire you?
Every place has inspiration just have to change the angle in which you see it. For example my home town is 5 miles by 5 miles of farm land . . . it has many a dozen of shops and places to eat. However, its safe when the sun set in feels like a home hug. I feel so safe in my town that I can walk whenever I want to, but only two gas stations are open after 10.

Author survey question of the day … This week I’m visiting friends in Wichita Kansas, and I have seen strange things, for sure … a church that looks like, and is build to match, Noah’s Arc … a real, live, single-hump camel grazing with a bunch of pretty palominos in a field, and one of the fluffiest, most delicious maple bacon donuts I ever tasted. … TODAY’S QUESTION … (because I have a moment to ask) … What have you experienced lately that might be just too weird for words?
I’ve seen the northern lights, solar eclipse, and some adult fetish things I will not mention on this blog.

Author survey question of the day … Do you write short stories? Create short story collections to sell? Or submit short stories to compilations of many different authors? What would you say are the pros and cons of these ways of writing and publishing?
Yes, I write short stories, and I collect them. I have sold and publish individual stories and plan to publish collections. It gives me extra publishing credits and can promote other writings. I have two individual stories published and few individual stories sold. I am not sure if there are cons as any published work is good.

Author survey question of the day … I’m distracted … the angel wings of VACATION are fluttering all around me. Friday morning I leave for 10 days and I honestly think I’ll get more writing done while away than during the preparation stages. Today’s question … How do you stay focused when other, really exciting things are playing at the corners of your thoughts?
I give myself daily goals and word sprints. I would works on notes, character sketches, and outlines.

Author survey question of the day … it’s JUNE! Does your writing routine change during the summer?
I write a lot more in summer as I am more of an indoor girl, I just take my writing with me to different places.

Write about what you know

I’m writing a few scene where my main character meets her favorite author. . . her author gave her tips.

I decided to post these tips. . . I either read about them or experience them myself. . .again write about what you know.

My main character is in Los Angeles and runs into her favorite author, and here are the tips I gave my main character wanting to be a future author.

  1. The first draft is always confusion, and never perfect. (Those who wrote a prefect rough draft, may throw an empty pen.) My first draft is always a chaotic mess. Check out picture above.
  2. Research and outlines or notes are just important because good research really does set up you up to make the best draft you can. Note: you never stop researching, even if you know the subject.)
  3. Write about what you know or are interested in. It will keep you interested if you like what you are writing about.
  4. When it comes to the first draft give yourself a time limit. . . . like 6 to 8 weeks. If you give yourself more than there is a high chance you’ll lose interest. Try to have research and outlines or notes written ahead. (Even if I lost interest, I never throw anything out. I file it away.)
  5. I have better times when I write and other times when I edit. I’m usually most inspired to write between the hours 5 pm to 3 am especially if I am working on horror or paranormal stories. I usually edit the best between the times 8 am and 2 pm.
  6. When I edit and rewrite, I pull apart each scenes and I determine if that scene is important for character building or storyline.
  7. I reread my work out loud while editing.
  8. I give my self goals and rewards for editing, because I hate editing compared to writing.
  9. I keep praises.
  10. I try to criticizing words with a grain of salt. I know not everyone is going to like my work.

Her Path to Hell

 

Normally, these get posted on my blog site http://rqshortstories.wordpress.com However I clicked on the wrong blog. I’m working a few short stories over the weekend to wake my muses up for Camp Nanowrimo July.

Now onto the fictional story. . .

 

 

She shouldn’t have done it. Stress killed her rational thought, while she was still shattered and crushed from the breakup. She was in pain and still helped him. It was just type of person she was . . .loyal and devoted.

One half of her family yelling at her feeling used, but it was not her intension. It was never her intent, but she is not going back to the looks of bitter disappointment and half yelling lectures of being used with half rolled eyes watching her on her knees while telling her “we told you so.”
She also was not going to cause wedges between members, so she left and didn’t look back. It was best for everyone. She just didn’t know she was going down the dark path.

Everyone yelling at doctors. . . specialist telling everyone different things. Some days she had three or less hours of sleep. She was sleeping in the hallways of the hospital waiting for answer. Then a weak voice ask to go home, and he listened to her advice. The final few days everything declined making her feel like a useless liar.
He left the earthly realm, and so did part of her heart and soul. She felt empty and purposeless. She was simply a walking hallow shell of a human. The dim light of her soul barely sparked, and she bared got out of bed. So many pushed her, encouraged her, but by the time she woke up and everyone was gone. They all moved on with their own lives. She instantly felt lost and alone.

Drama with landlord. . . rules upon rules, she felt like she was in a prison not a rental. There was a prison of her heart and mind locked in her cautious and scared soul. She was locked with “what ifs” for bars. The endless verbal rules made her even more alone. . .
No cats, shoo away the stray cats, fees if you feed them, no guests after ten, payments by third, keep windows close, don’t talk to neighbors in the middle of the sidewalk, do not discuss rent prices.

Soon she just locked herself away until one day the nightmares got louder, scarier, and more confusing.
So she ran, but turned the wrong way. The lifted truck came out of nowhere, she had no chance. Secretly, she didn’t want one.

Extreme scream pain coursed throughout her body with seconds, and then instant black numbing silence.
She waited in a line only to greeted by her ex with the words “What are you doing here?”

Then he begins to step back and panic. . . “It’s too early, you are not supposed to here.” A siren blares hard and like a mixture of flat angels singing blended into bitter souls screaming and slowed aged bells.
“Oh God, gun, what did you do?” his eyes got large in terror as armored angels grabbed her both sides and pulled her out of line.
“You are the wrong location, miss.”

They drug her away and pushed her into a slide. . . whispering words and thoughts twisted.. . .it was bright turned into a redness, crimson shadow into a darker blackness. . .lacking light and warmth. Whispering word of gossip and lies turned into harsh shrieking, blood curdling screams.
She landed on a hard black slab or cold rock. The only thing she could hear was the arguing bitterness and cries of old friends and separated family blaming each other for her death. . .

Time went by . . she wasn’t sure how much because she was alone in her darkness with her past playing over and over in her head.

Finally there was a candle. . .although it was a dim light it was enough to burn her delicate eyes. Her head felt as if someone drilled a screw in her head through her eyes. She squinted and lowered her eyes to the harsh yet dim flame lighting most of the room.
Then a slim man walks into the room, she saw his dirty feet. She looked at him and instantly looked up and memories of her childhood crush replayed in her head.
He was still beautiful with his dirty skin and greasy hair. For one second she was stunned. . .
Until said “no, I cannot do this.” There was no sorry just a look of unattractive disgust.

 

 


At that moment, she knew she was in hell.

For my other short stories http://rqshortstories.wordpress.com