It’s my birthday. . .

And I’m writing, damn it!

It is 3:48am, and I’m sacrificing sleep for my true bliss . . . One hour of undisturbed block of writing. It is just my blogs but it is bliss. 

  • No one interrupting me just to purposely step on my nerve. 
  • No one asking if I am ok after I growl at previous person. 
  • No one asking me to cook or make coffee.
  • No one complaining about some trivial thing. 
  • No one giving me a random sports or video game piece of info I’ll never use. 

Just me with my endless head. 

Between lack of comfort, lack of machinery, depression, and no lights on at night, I haven’t been writing. Even now I have a creak in my neck, but I am getting some of my blogs done. 

This weekend my goal is to write three short stories . . . One must be a holiday story

Now I must get some sleep. 

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Writing vs the Holiday

  1. I love to write.
  2. I love to cook.
  3. I love to bake.
  4. I love to color.
  5. I love to listen to music. (And sing along)
  6. I love to watch movies.
  7. I love to go shopping.

    Most of these are in random order, except my writing. I love to write. It is my passion. 

    So with the holidays, I am always busy in the kitchen. I am making the turkey this year, and I will be very busy Thursday and Friday with my male friend. (Long story, but I’ll explain in my other blog soon. Http://beckyms1213blog.wordpress.com )

    I want to double my word count for the rest of of Nanowrimo.  I hope I get to 50,000 words by November 30th. 

    I know I have said this before, but I can make a seven course meal, clean the entire house, be on 4 hours of sleep, pay all of the bills, go shopping, and if I do not write something, I feel my day is unproductive

    I know a good meal, nice, and a clean place, feels good, but without writing, I just do not feel accomplished anything at all. 

    Writing for me, even just 5 minutes or 8 hours is something special.

     It is a chaotic, artistic, sweet moment to see my colorful thoughts go from black and white to color again. 

    So I hope I get sometime to write. I still need to cook and hang out with my friend. 

    Diamond in the clique rough

    I have a naughty muse (Starred is my erotic muse,) and lately she has wanted to come out in my paranormal and horror writing. 

    So if I feel the scene is going naughty I will write the scene twice. I write erotica faster than my therapy writing lately. So I have both scenes. It helps for word counts in nanowrimo and keeps me busy. 

    I found a section in one of my naughty scenes. . . (The scene is between Lucy and Lyric fooling around when they are both taken.) I know this line sounds generic and clique but it sounded good to me. 

    “She needed him–she knew he needed her. She wanted him and didn’t want to give him back. She secretly and denabliy believed that if she gave him everything he wanted, that he would feel the same way for her. ”

    Rebekah Quinne’s (c) copyrights 2017

    I felt like my paranormal writing is slowly turning into a clique romance writing. What kills me is that the guy is not the same in reality that is in her head. (But the be honest, is it ever?) She wants love, but he knows she will do anything (including naughty stuff) to keep the idea of him. He uses this to his intimate and sexual advantage. 

    I should add a ghost to the scene, but then I start to wonder if I add too much paranormal does it build or cut storyline?

    I probably should add something to make more showing and less telling

    My brain never stops and my muses are always evolving. 

    Challenging month. . . November 

    My first book, The Whispering Path, was therapy, and even now, I need to do a serious rewrite to make it truly professional. 

    I’m writing the sequel, The Broken Path, based on the second part of my life. It is going to be a month of therapy. . . Facing my depression, anxiety, and my ptsd. Hence the title The Broken Path

    I just hope I am strong enough to face the challenge

    Challenging month. . . November 

    My first book, The Whispering Path, was therapy, and even now, I need to do a serious rewrite to make it truly professional. 

    I’m writing the sequel, The Broken Path, based on the second part of my life. It is going to be a month of therapy. . . Facing my depression, anxiety, and my ptsd. Hence the title The Broken Path

    I just hope I am strong enough to face the challenge

    All situations can be written. . .

    I was stood up Saturday instead of just waiting for two hours, I outlined part 2 for my book. (Yes, making the best of my anxiety, time, and my Nanowrimo prep.)

    So I waited hours for the bozo to not show, and I was frazzled. What made it worst was when I gave him a chance after he begged for it, and I told him it would NOT work with the distance. Then after two hours of waiting, saying he was going to be there, he texts me saying: it‘s not working for me

    No crap!

    So what do my muses do? They nag me to write about it, and put it my novel I am working on.  3350 words later I have a scene to add into my story.  I know it’s before nanowrimo but I wanted to write while all feelings were fresh in my head. The migraine was worth the Saturday night of writing. 

    Thank you . . . Muses (in no particular order )

    • Rebekah
    • Kelly
    • Emma
    • Chlorine
    • Starre