3 AM I Ideas

So my sleep schedule is off. . . it is now 3 am in the morning.

I was scanning my facebook main page. . . as one of my many distraction as lately.

There was a post to share the link of your first published book.

Here’s my link. . .

https://www.amazon.com/Whispering-Path-Ms-Rebekah-Wolveire/dp/1463674309/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1550045233&sr=8-6&keywords=The+whispering+path

The Whispering Path. (2011)

It was even under my old pen name Rebekah Wolveire

It hit me . . . I know I need to reedit and rewrite (after eight years of learning of the writing career and how to better your novels and such etc). I plan to write and reedit this book and make an e-book this summer.

So this is what happens to me at 3 am in the morning.

So please look for  The Whispering Path in the Summer of 2019. (As long as I do not get distracted.)

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Weird Amusing Bumps

I have been on a some very weird, amusing bumps on my current writing path.

I normally write about ghost stories, vampire luring karmic victims, abandoned places, and urban legends. I enjoy the horror, the dark lust, the karmic justice, and just the decent history of a good ghost story. Why did the dark evil beings simply become that way . . .

However lately my muses have me writing a light mystery romance.
I’m not sure why? I think I am the least romantic person I know.
I’m practical. . . I rather have a bouquet of pens or candy, not flowers. I HATE to dress up. I refuse to wear make-up or heels.

 If a guy can’t accept me for me, then he can just go away. (I don’t need another disappointment in my life.)

 

I’m getting off my point. I’m working on a romance story, kind of.  However my characters are on two different paths, which is not really a problem I am worried about. BUT. . .   I had to write a scene in which I argued with muses and tried for days to avoid. I had to kill my main female character’s cat. (I’m a huge cat lover and yet my muses said: the cat escaped, things like that happen, and it to build my characters closer.)

I did finally caved in. I didn’t let my muses get detailed thank God, but it was a simple phone call that I toyed over for days. Once I let my muses take over, it was written in less than hour and the band-aid was off and the main male character comforted her.

However has this happened to other writers? Have you avoid muses or a scene because it simply made you feel bad or comfortable?

 

I feel I am growing as writer and simply as person for facing it. I feel I am looking at it from the villain and hero perspective.

Maybe I’m practicing romance for scenes in my vampire novels., fanged monsters can love too.

Note: I do plan to post this light mystery romance story on my wattpadd. (Links on my pinned blog page)

 

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

WattPad

https://www.wattpad.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

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

Camp Nanowrimo July Survival list

Every year in Nanowrimo forums they always ask you what is your survival list. . . Things you need to get through the month of writing your Camp Nanowrimo project.

  • Outlines
  • Notes
  • Character sketches

Most of this is my notebooks

  • Colorful pens
  • Tyneol (between hand cramps and headache)
  • Empty notebooks
  • Backpack (so I can take my writing every where I go.)

As I am writing 30,000 words by hand

  • Calendar (for word count and appointment)
  • Coffee with my creamer
  • Caffeinated soda (I write weird hours)
  • Candy or a treat (word sprints can wear you out)
  • Timer or clock for word sprints
  • Mom to go on walks with. . . (Too much writing can strain my eyes)

I’m keeping it simple this year.

Writing Challenges (possible fixes)

  • Internet which can be a list of distractions
  • Chatting
  • Gaming
  • Facebook stuff
  • Blogging
  • Looking websites
  • Emailing
  • Personals

(I can give myself internet time for reward for reaching a certain number count. Note: buy a timer or use a timer on tablet.)

  • TV

(Writing sprints during commercials if show doesn’t re-air. If the show re-airs, then watch it later, write first.)

  • Health
  • Depression/anxiety/worry (write out feelings)
  • Nightmare or dreams (twisted them into stories)
  • Sleep issues (if you can focus write or write notes)
  • Pelvic pain (see a doctor soon.)
  • Hands: swollen/ painful joints (Writing sprints and take breaks)
  • Errand (bring notebook for notes, scenes outlines etc.)
  • Friends (notebooks or write before or after visit.)

Note: not I have possible fixes there are no excuses

Random writing facts about me

  1. I feel I can never write too much.
  2. I can clean and cook, but I am not productive unless I am writing.
  3. I love to write lists, menus, grocery, to-do, idea etc.. It helps me to be organized and calm my anxiety.
  4. I’m picky about my co-writers and editors. I feared people will take my ideas.
  5. I feel accomplished when my pen runs out. Papermate pens run out fast. Bic pen take longer and they are a big accomplishment.
  6. I love writing by hand. Pen and paper do not electricity.
  7. I need to read more.
  8. I have at least five projects in my head.
  9. I fight my depression and my exhaustion vs my productive writing.
  10. I currently have at least four active blogs, and several inactive older blogs. I will post links on another page.
  11. I write poetry, short stories, novellas, novels, and blogs.
  12. I love to write. It is who I am, a writer. I hope someday for a professional publisher to publish and sell my work.
  13. I am obsessed with number 13 and put it my writings often.