Another update? What's up with that?

We all know the saying above and to the side is true. Once you go witch you never switch. We are the best of the best, better than the rest, we pass any ultimate test. I'm done rhyming now. But there is a reason that I have mentioned this and picked to use this phrase box as the picture for this blog update. Now now Mireyah, I know you are about to die because I am doing ANOTHER blog you have not had to prompt me into doing!

Anyways, a blog that I write at (periodically and which I have to write at more often) has now been subtitled "A Witchy Journey to Publication." That fits more than anyone could know because it is three young(ish) witches trying their bestest to go all the way to the pride and joy of having a manuscript finished, polished, torn apart, rebuilt and then sent out for publication. Then we would all have the torture of.....horrors.....the waiting game. Yes folks, the waiting game. Where we have to wait for publishers, editors,agents (if we even HAVE any of those yet) to send us those lovely rejection letters.....

Is it worth it? That's like asking a doctor if practicing medicine is worth it. For the one patient of his that doesn't make it he has to think about all of the others that do. Words are like that for us. For every word that we have to kill we have a multitude of others that make the cut. So, the answer my dear guys and gals is a definitive and resounding YES! Yes my darklings. Yes, it is all worth it!

Until next time,

Love and witchy kisses

Dissy!

Ok wow it has been over 2 months since I actually updated this

So sorry everyone but it has been over 2 months since I have updated Discordias Domain but that has been because I have been enjoying my life and not really been writing that much. Not saying that writing isn't fun but it has been on the bottom of my agenda because of the fact that I have been working so much lately and been so busy with life that I don't seem to have the extra energy right now.

My brains have been frazzled and I have been working so much overtime that I think I live at my job but that's not necessarily a bad thing but I really do need to try to balance work and home. I don't work weekends or holidays but I do work my tail off when I am at work!!!

Anyways....I will write more when I have more to say, my brain is friend and it is time for my bath and dinner!!

Later guys!

New post. 10 days later. Trying to get better ....but.....

In the last ten days I have:

*Gotten a hair cut;see picture:) Was down to middle of my back...got a whole new style!
*Gotten to where I know what I am doing in my job
*Gotten a social life (gods help me now)
*Written poetry...three to be exact
*Re-acquainted with an old flame
*Re-connected with said old flame
*Re-realized what I cared about in that old flame to begin with
*Re-fallen for that old flame
*Spent hours per night letting everything else slide to video call with said old flame(now new flame)
*Gotten my bus ticket to go home for Thanksgiving
*Made plans to see said new/old flame 2 days after Thanksgiving
*Bought almost everything I needed for the apartment, besides a bed and kitchen table and chairs which will be fixed soon.
*Dressed as a gypsy witch with a dirty face
*Realized that everything I had been fretting over doesn't truly matter.
*Impressed my boss and my trainer and my bosses boss.
*Unfurled my wings just a little bit farther
*Been told that I am loved and desired and beautiful and strong and that someone is proud of me. Wishes they could have been there when I had gone through all of my struggles but so proud of me for how I turned out.

I think this has been a good 10 days. Yeah, good 10 days.

So much for what I can't do...heres to what I CAN!

Ok: I know I said my muse was gone and she is. For now. So while I can not write I can do lots of other things.
So, in no specific order: Things that Dis can do!

1) I can hem a pair of pants. The hem may be a little wonky but it will hold and it isn't that instant hem stuff either!
2) I have been exercising my cooking muscles. Every night I am trying a new dish. So far I have totally mastered pork chops in almost all their guises, chicken so much that it almost makes me sick to think about it now. Pastas and anything to do with vegetables are my friends. Have to start baking again but I am so enjoying actually having a real kitchen.
3) I can learn new things, pretty quickly usually. Learning everything new that I need to know about my job, even if I AM having trouble explaining what I know I know that I know. I just have to make sure they know that I know it but once start actually doing my job it should be good.
4) Most of the time I can write, and write well. The fact that I can still blog shows that I still have it in me, just writing more factual or thought provoking stuff than emotional or fantasy. Does that make sense? I hope so.
5) Apparently I am good at putting people at ease. Is that something that a person can do or is it actually part of who they are? I'm not sure but I am adding it here because I do think that it is very important.
6) I can make almost anyone laugh. Whether it be because of a joke I have told or just my wickedly blunt and sarcastic sense of humour I can have anyone belly laughing no matter what their major malfunctions are.
7) I can listen. Not just hear what someone is saying but actually LISTEN to what they mean. I can read between the lines and tell what is really wrong with a person and usually can make them feel better at least for a little while.

This list will be added to in time but right now....right now I think it is enough.....because it has made me feel better about me and about the issues I had with vocalizing what I knew that I knew at work today. It was tough and super embarassing.......but I got through it.........

8) OH and another one:) I can.....look up stuff I don't know about....yeah...yeah that one is important...

Dis signing out...

So trying to get back in the groove....

I'm trying to find it. Lord and Lady above please help me. Sid has lost her groove. Yes, you read this right. Sid has lost her groove to write. I still want to write, I still have Natalies story running rampant in my head, drowning out almost all of the other voices that usually scream at me. It's just...normally I write when I am down and out. Normally I use my writing as a means of escape. Not that I don't LOVE to write when things are good (because I do) but it becomes more of a challenge.

I wanted to have Natalie kill the good doctor. Now I am not so sure....I have started reading (egads) romance novels, not your typical ones but Susan Wiggs (oh my what an amazing author) and I am looking for more like her. I have finally realized that not everything in life has to be doom and gloom and the more of the doom and gloom urban fantasy novels I read the more I realize that a lot of them, even though all well written, seem like they could all go into one series no matter the author. NOT the authors fault, no way. Just the fact there is only so much you can do with dark/gothic/demonic/vampiric etc. After a while it all melds into each other. Well, almost all. I have found a few exceptions to the rule, books that I am itching for the continuance of the series! Stay tuned and if you are good, I just might share.

Sid signing out for now (was this random or what?)

Ok: I seem to be back in action!

OK: Here's the deal guys. I seem to be back in action. I have my internet up and running (no need to go running and screaming now). I have a job where I can afford to KEEP it up and running! I have new glasses, a great apartment, eating good food that I make myself every single day. Gods above how I had forgotten that I love to cook as much as I do.

I need to get back into the Natalie story. She is back in my head, kicking and screaming. Now that I can get online whenever I want to again I can get back to writing her and finding motivation. Hope it works.

Taken straight from my WDC blog....no energy to write new...

Another much needed update from a Panaera Bread right next to my new JOB. I feel like such a yuppie sitting here with a cranberry orange muffin and a wonderful healthy berry smoothie, sitting online without a care in the world. It is nice. It is nice to know that I have a guaranteed position that pays enough for me to pay what I need to pay, to pay back those who had faith in me, you know who you are, that I actually make enough money now to feed myself and to pay my rent and just....oh gods....just be a normal person again. Do you out there in WDC land have ANY IDEA how it feels to not know if you are going to have a roof over your head each and every day, do you know what it is like to have your stomach scream at you because you haven't had enough to eat in perhaps a day, a week, a month....do you know how it feels to not have decent clothes when you start out a new job? Do you? Really and truly do you have any idea what I have been through and what I accomplished by getting this job and by someone ( no names mentioned) having enough faith in me.....me...me as a person...not because they had to but because they loved me enough to want me to have the best....? Someone (and I wish I could out this person but I promised I would not) had enough faith and hope in me and love for me to do the impossible...the unimagineable....and I work hard every single day just to make sure that I am worth this faith... Am I? Sometimes I wonder....


That's it from me today but I just wanted to take the time to let everyone know I am alive, hope to have internet in the next week or so, when I get my first paycheck from my new job......


But.....on a writing note: I am still writing Natalie but it has taken a break because, let's face it, with the new job I have been busy and tired when I get home.... I am going to have to get myself back into writing a certain number of words a day again. Start off with something small, say 500 and work myself up. I don't get out my laptop much at home right now as I am sorely lacking the internet but hopefully that will sort itself out soon and all will be right with my world again....let us hope....

Not been updated in....well...forever...

Still writing on Nat's story as much as I can. Brains have taken a hiatus lately that I can not seem to get rid of. No internet access so right now have been dealing with getting online whenever I can. Job should be being started on Sept. 21. Wish me luck. Will update more in time. PROMISE!

OK: Where to begin? Yesterday was the beginning of my "butterfly year"...as much as I hate to admit it. Kimmie is right. This has to be my butterfly year. This is the year that I get my life in order. I have a job interview in the morning which I am super nervous about and that I went and spent a good bit too much money on an interview outfit for but Kimmie said that it was a necessary evil. Sometimes you have to spend money to make money right? If I get this job I won't have to worry about anything again as soon as I am working for this company.

And since this is SUPPOSED to be a writing blog I might as well tell everyone what I have started writing. My life story. I don't know if anyone will believe it but I have taken control. I refuse to let the actions of the past control my life anymore, refuse to let anything that may have happened make me scared any longer. I am no longer a child to cower and hide. I am coming out of my chrysalis. I am a butterfly...much to my chagrin.

Much needed update

I have been moving. Been so busy with this moving and figuring out the bus and all sorts that I have not been able to get my internet sorted yet.

But I have been writing. My doctor is falling for my main character but I might have her kill him. Not sure yet. Does he deserve to die? Does she deserve to kill him? Should someone else die in his place? Can that be offered? As long as the kids allow, I can play god. It's a wonderful feeling. Creating and destroying with just your two hands, ten fingers and your brain and your heart. Crafting love scenes, using words to hurt and main and destroy right after you have used words to comfort and heal.

I have been asked by a dear friend NOT to do NaNoWriMo until we can do it TOGETHER. November is a bad month for BOTH of us and neither of us are ready to take on this task yet. Her work is sooooo busy that month and I will HOPEFULLY be getting to grips with a new job and setting up my apartment the way that I want. Not sure if will even have net access at the time. I hope so. But I have to decide if I will do NaNo or not. It is looking like a not this year.

Words come when we need them most.

Has anyone else but me ever noticed that words come to us to be read or heard when we need them most? When we need to be reminded that we are not alone in this journey. When we need to be held words come that do the same things that arms do. Words written by others touch our minds and our hearts in ways that most people can only imagine. We as writers have been given a true gift. We can also use our words to do the same thing for another. Sharing your battles with one another, sharing your hardships and sharing your joys. Sharing your tears and your strength with another that understands can be so cleansing. So amazingly wonderful yet so....so difficult as well. Sometimes to help to heal another we have to open up our little "boxes"...open them up and throw away the key so that they can never get locked again. It hurts..hurts so badly that most of the time we can not stand it. I see it as a give and take...but really we take more than we give because when we help to heal another, whether it be through our words or deeds, we start to heal more ourselves. At best it can be an even swap. At worse...well...we can be left in a puddle lying on the floor.

Remember that...no matter who you are or what you have been through...we all have that one person who will lift us up, dry our tears and help to put us back together again. If you understand this post them you speak the language, the secret language that so many of us share and that shouldn't even exist. Or you know someone that does and through them have learned the secret language. One day it won't have to be secret anymore. One day everyone, all across the world, will stand up and demand to be heard. Wait til you see the literature that will come streaming when that day comes. I, for one, can NOT wait! That day is long past due.

I know this hasn't really been a writing blog but it has. It has because writing is a from of using words...one of the most powerful and the most deadly. But it can also be the one that pulls you up when you are feeling do down that you can't see how to face another day. Especially when you find those that understand.

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.