Lost updates to follow...are they really?

Hiya..>I'm back again. For how long though? I really don't know. Trying to get the handle of this blogging thing but I was never one to keep a diary because it was never private. I would write all my thoughts down as poetry or as spells and hide them away so that no one would find them. Oh well, I guess I have to get good at this blogging thing so that an annoying little sister stays off of my case.

This 14/7/1 contest is over. I know I need editing, a lot of it. I'm not kidding. Try writing a decent story in the space of two weeks using seven different SETS of prompts. And having a character that changes gender on you in the very beginning of the contest. Well, maybe not at the beginning of the contest, but right before it opens he decides to have a sex change and become a she.

Right now I am sitting here with a Kaos-ian hell hound behind me, his "master" freaking him out by jumping all over him. Not sure what I mean? Check out my portfolio -----------> and check out the folder "Natalies Back Story".

I wanted to kill my character off...but wanted to use her in the actual book. Not sure what I wanted to do but she refused to die. I stabbed her with a gigantic soul-swallowing sword but no dice. She just would not die. Why is it that they all want to live, no one wants to give up their lives? I know of another author that wanted to kill their character but another character said "No. No she can not die. I forbid."

Since when do characters forbid you to do something to them? Since when do they have final say? When they threaten you with silence that is when. When they threaten to not say a word unless you tell THEIR story THEIR way. It can get rather annoying when you have one ending written and you have to scrap it completely since it is not what they want to happen to them or to anyone around them. They are in charge. We merely write. They dictate. We take dictation. Does anyone else feel that writers are nothing but mere secretaries?

Wow...what's up with me not updating?

Ok: Where have all my updates gonnnnnnnne? I have been writing, only wdc blogging because I have to *scowl at mireyah* and only blogger blogging at the tree-house because I promised. Still doing the prompt based contest and it has been so much fun.

So far the prompts have been:
Chapter one: Bar, Hole, Chore or their synonymous words in the first chapter
Chapter two: Three pieces of dialogue.
"Everybody is watching?"
"Who is everybody?"
"Just some people."
I used THIS one to introduce the fact my main character hears voices in her head. Natalie has been talking to me lately through these stories and I have been SO excited!!!

Chapter three: Leather (any way you want it), name any specific animal, name any specific food.

Food has been air popped popcorn and used two animals. A cow (leather skirt lol) and my Gay Hubbies new almost 6 year old rotti named Kaos. We rescued from a pound (well, they did, I'm just Auntie Dis) and he makes an appearance in the chapter as a hell hound. "My name is Kaos and you're gonna die". Then my Natalie faints (yeah, the bitch fainted!!!)

I wonder what's next...and can HARDLY wait!

Makes sense why Nathan wouldn't talk....

Nathan not a Nathan. Nathan a Natalie. Writing HER back story for the 14/7/1 contest and I think I am doing a decent job. Surprising the heck out of me but I guess that MS Word closing down on me, since it was a free trial and I didn't realize that, was a good thing. It gave me a chance to clear the air and to actually relax and focus on letting my character tell her story and not me forcing it to come out. I hope it turns out alright, I really do. Either way I am enjoying the challenge and the opportunity to break out of my poetry. Don't get me wrong...I love my poetry..just glad I have the chance to do something else now..

Keep an eye on this space,
Dis over and out!!!

OK: This is getting silly.

I want Melody to talk to me and let me write Nathan. No dice. Dis keeps running rampant in my brain. I have entered at least 3 poetry contests in the last 48 hours and one short story contest. That's it. I don't do contests. I don't think my work is good enough. *le sigh* Does any writer ever think that their work is good enough? Got a tweet from Rachel Caine and apparently she doesn't. What is going on here people? Where have all the novelling muses gone? Are they all out drinking at a bar somewhere, hitting on the local wildlife?

Got a review for a brand new piece that I wrote in abab rhyme scheme with 11 syllables per line syllable count. I spent a great deal of time on this piece. Poured my heart and soul into it. Took over an hour JUST to write it and then an hour JUST to syllabilize it. Who knew it would take so long? The review said: "is this poem freeverse" with a less than perfect rating. I don't mind the less than perfect rating but tell me why it was less than perfect for you. PLEASE! If you do not understand the difference between abab metered syllabilized rhyme scheme do not dock a piece JUST because you don't understand it. Come on now people. If you are new to the area/site/whathaveyou, ask questions. Don't just go rating/reviewing willy nilly.

Sorry for the rant but it has kinda upset me. I wrote the piece, cried during the writing and cried myself to sleep after the writing....how much more emotional do you need people? Here, I'll cut open a vein. Will that make you happy?!?!?!?

Ok: Another blog that has skipped a day.

Nathan is still fighting me. The jerk. I am trying to write him but now he is being silent. First he wanted to talk. Now he doesn't. God! Worse than a woman. I swear. Getting him to speak right now is like trying to get blood from a turnip. I have decided to let him be the sarcastic jerkoff that he wants to be and now what? Huh?! Nothing. Nada. Zip. Not a word. Been sitting here looking at the computer screen for over an hour and that's it. I feel like I'm caput but I know the story is not finished. I have ideas in my head but not storyboarding or anything of the sort because...I want my characters to seem real. For them to be lifelike. For the reader to feel for them. For the reader to relate.

Been getting tweets from my favorite authors. Thankfully my muse is not the only one that has one on haitus. Even my idol, LKH, has had to scrap pages and chapters 'cause the book had taken a wrong turn. She scrapped, is back on the right path, and I can not WAIT for the next book to come out. I get the tweets from them to keep me motivated and encouraged. LKH, Kelley Armstrong and Rachel Caine, all avid tweeters and I thank them for it. It gives us beginners some hope!

No blog yesterday...

I'm sorry for the non-update yesterday. (Not like anyone reads *sigh*). I had to sleep. I had to work therefore had to sleep. Sleep...you are getting sleepy...yeah, that's right. Sleep is what you need. That was my internal dialogue and I had to give into it.

I haven't been able to write Nathan for a few days. Will set myself an at least 1,000 word limit for the days I am off of work to make up for the days that I work. Think it will work. Hoping it will.

Feeling rather sick (if you want to know why check out my wdc blog). According to a friend/new neighbor I could be used as a bed warmer. I'm apparently running a temperature and keep my apartment really too COLD. *NICE* Just what I need. I "really" need to get sick. I really need to miss MORE time off of work since I am only working 30 hours a week now. The go to girl gets shafted..yeah..check out my wdcblog since not feeling strong enough to write this out AGAIN. And I will be darned if I cut and paste it. It's not that important. If the world is REALLY curious they can check out the otha blog...if not...*shrug* yeah...whatever...

Can you tell I'm feeling listless and just down?

Thought so...

Story is running...

Story is running full speed ahead. I wanted to write 500 words last night, turned into 1,500. YES. The poet is becoming a novelist. And apparently it is actually pretty decent. A few run on senteces. A few problems with font (somethings could be italicized etc) but nothing major. Keep on the lookout. I just wonder what Discordia is up to since I have been noveling instead of poeting. I bet she will be back with a vengance!

Trying to set myself a goal of 500 words a day. So far today I have reached 359. My fingers are sore and I am fighting with Nathan (working name of my lead character). He wants to be a smart ass. I don't want him to be. Looks like he is winning. *sigh* Watch this space.

Quiet on the story front

Sid wants to write. She wants to write short stories. I won't let her. I want to reign supreme and have her write the poetry that I love to create. She wants to get into her stories and try to make something publishable even though she doesn't think that she can. I tell her her poetry is good enough for submission, especially her garland cinquains she has been tweaking lately. Does she listen? NO! She's a stubborn and hard headed individual. She needs to listen. Listen to her sis, listen to her friends, listen to me. I doubt that will ever happen. She really needs to learn how to take CONSTRUCTIVE criticism and see it for what it is, not for a slam against her. It truly is not but she has alienated a few people by thinking that. A few people that gave her advice and understanding. Will she make everyone leave? Will anyone stand by her while she tries to write her heart out? Questions that only can get answered with time.

Dis signing out...

(maybe next time I will let Sid talk )

Introducting Discordia

I'm Sids muse, name of Discordia. I create havoc and discord in her life, hence the name. I come to her when she has something to say, something that just has to be put out there for the world to take notice of.

Hey Discordia, who said that you could take the reigns? Sorry about that. I'm Sid. Honororary sis to Mireyah Wolfe who kinda "forced" me to get a blogger blog on top of my WDC blog. Wait a minute, what is WDC? WDC is Writing dot Com and it is where I live in this wide world of the internet. Writing profile is in the link box at the top of this page if anyone is interested.

I have been writing poetry since I was about 7 or 8 years old. Yes, I am normally a rhymer but have been stretching my poetical muscles lately, trying formed and freeverse. I have also been writing short stories lately and have an idea for at least a novella but not sure where to start. Been asking Sis for what advice she can give but sometimes you have to do this on your own, even if it is a bit of a hassle.

Now...I have to go and guest blog on her blog....nice of her to tell me this three minutes ago and then she tells me I HAVE to set up a blogger account. *sigh* That's what sisters are for right?....Now...to go over to her blog.....

Merry Meet, Merry Part and Merry Meet again.