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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

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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

My Ideal day

I wake up by 10 am. “Let’s make a Deal” is playing in the background. I make fresh coffee and egg sandwiches.

I write my daily blogs while enjoying breaking and listening to game shows.

By lunch, we go out get a quick bite and get errands and shopping done. (I love to shop, but on days I’m not doing errands, I will organize notes, research topics for my writings, clean a room, or write more. I fit in writing whenever I can.)

We get home and together make a fun dinner. . . Cheese shrimp pasta or steak fajitas.

Then we clean up together and enjoy down time.

My down time is chatting with online friends, listening to music and working on my short stories, blogs, and novels.

Read a bit before going to bed.

Note: For those who say, I write too much, then I say you don’t know me. (And you probably never truly understand me.)

A day without writing, is unproductive say to me.

Camp Nanowrimo July Update

Its almost half way through Camp Nanowrimo July 2018.

My word count so far is 23,057.

My goal is 30,000 words,

but it would be nice to get up or pass 50,000 words. I’ll still be happy if I get between the two goals.

I got part 1 out 5 finished in my book.

I’m excited about part 2, because I’ll be working on urban legends and horror stories.

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