Begin your next story idea or chapter with this sentence. See where it takes you.
I read most of the books I had planned on reading this month. Time got away from me when I started back at work halfway through the month, but I still read a good amount. My Reading List has been updated with the books I read and reviewed this month.
My writing was non-existent this month. I started off strong in the beginning, but then once I had to get back into my day job routine, everything kind of fell apart. There aren’t enough hours in the day, but I’m playing around with different schedule ideas. I’ll see what works and hopefully get back into a routine soon.
I did manage to get a lot of blogging done, though. I had most of my September posts done by the time the first week of September ended. So that was a load off my shoulder to say the least.
September wasn’t as productive as I thought it would be. But I had worked on other things and tried to write whenever I could. I have a plan for the next couple of months, provided I can get myself into a good rhythm balancing work and life.
Posts to Remember
1. September/October 2016 Writing Contests
2. Top Ten Things To Do When You Lose Internet
3. 5 Quotes by Mark Twain
4. Guest: When and Why Did You Begin Writing? With Topaz Winters
5. Guest: When and Why Did You Begin Writing? With Nthato Morakobi
How was your month? Did you get your goals accomplished? Let me know in the comments!
The Looking-Glass, Part 1
How To Make Lemonade When Writing Gives You Lemons
Still Can, Still Am | A Poem
First Signs of the New Season – Fall 2016
What’s Your Sign?
Saoirse & Connor: Ch.1
Just Thought I’d Point That Out
Seeping Scarlet Screams
Apparently, all the posts I bookmarked this month were writing-related… I’ll try to have more of a variety next month!
1. John Green
2. George Orwell
3. J.R.R. Tolkien
4. Stephen King
5. George R.R. Martin
6. James Patterson
7. C.S. Lewis
8. John Steinbeck
9. Ernest Hemingway
10. Charles Dickens
Which male authors would you include? Who are your favorites? Let me know in the comments!
September is almost over. I feel as though the month dragged on, but now that the end is just about here, I feel as though the month went by too fast.
I didn’t get as much done as I planned to this month mostly because of work, but I’m still trying to figure out ways I can still be productive without burning myself out. I’m always planning ahead.
October begins at the end of this week, which means a lot of things for some people. Autumn is officially here, Halloween is coming up, and pumpkin everything. But, if you’re a writer, you think of one thing:
NaNoWriMo prep time!
I’ve known what I wanted to write for NaNo for the past few months now. I think I decided what to write at the end of July, the last Camp NaNo session.
Last November I wrote a novel called Second Chances, which I think came out very well and I enjoyed writing it. But I probably won’t continue that novel for a while.
The year before, I didn’t write a novel at all. I wrote short stories.
This year I’ll be doing the same thing. I’m going to write my Short Story Sundays ahead of time for 2017.
My Short Story Sundays are mainly flash fiction, but some do run a bit longer. And who knows? Some stories may turn into actual shorts and some might even turn into novella or novel ideas. So some shorts I write in November may not actually appear on the blog.
Either way, I’ll be able to get new ideas out of these short stories while getting a little ahead on my blog for next year. Every little bit helps.
The reason I’m not working on a novel this year is because I already have two novels I’m currently editing. I’m hoping to spend some of my NaNo time editing at least one of those novels if it’s not too much between writing 2,000 words a day on top of my day job.
Kris and I are still trying to work at least one hour every day on one manuscript, though we’ve missed pretty much this entire month. We’re going to try again between now and the middle of October and then swap manuscripts to look at each other’s work.
Both October and November will be busy months, but I’m determined to find a rhythm that works to fitting in work, writing, editing, blogging, reading… and whatever else I do in my life.
Plus, even though November is NaNo, I only have two full weeks of work due to voting, Veteran’s Day, and Thanksgiving. So I’ll definitely take advantage of those days and there’s always the weekends.
I just hope that I can remain focused on those ideas.
Have you started thinking about NaNoWriMo yet? Let me know in the comments!
Lucy checked the weather upon waking up that morning. It was bright and sunny already outside at six-o’clock in the morning. The summer heat was rapidly increasing as it was already almost 80-degrees. It was supposed to reach 96 within the next couple of hours with a chance of thunderstorms later on.
She didn’t mind this. Now that she was working part time at her job, she didn’t care what the weather would be like. If there was going to be a lot of rain later on, at least she would be home. Even though she would rather go swimming in her pool after work thanks to the heat, she didn’t mind the rain. She’d curl up on the couch with a book instead. The rain would be a good excuse for her to lounge around.
The rain started the moment she got home from work. First it was a light drizzle and then it got heavier as minutes past. Lucy made herself some macaroni and cheese for lunch. She stared out the window as she ate mesmerized by the drops of rain smacking against the slider glass door. She loved watching the rain drip down making streaks of water along the door. Sometimes it made little pictures, just like the clouds did. Other times it just looked like water and the door was wet.
She loved the sound of the rain as it pitter-pattered against the windows and the roof above her. She closed her eyes with a smile across her lips listening the steady beat of the rain.
Then she felt the mist.
Lucy opened her eyes and looked up above her in a slight panic. There wasn’t a leak in the roof, was there?
No, her skylights were just open.
Lucy jumped off of the couch and grabbed the pole to close the two windows. She hooked one end of the pole to the window on the ceiling and twirled the other end around as the window slowly closed. Once she couldn’t turn it anymore, she moved onto the next window.
She put the pole back up against the wall behind a cabinet and drew in a deep breath. She was so hot. The house was awfully muggy. The mist from the rain coming through the skylights actually didn’t feel so bad.
She wiped some sweat off her forehead and then glanced back over at the slider door. Lucy cracked a smile. She opened the slider and the mist from the downpour hit her through the screen door.
Without another thought, she opened the screen door and stepped out onto her deck bare-footed. The air was warm, but the rain beating against her skin was cool to the touch. She outstretched her arms and tilted her head up with her eyes squeezed shut. The rain poked at her face and arms almost like it was giving her a nice massage. She giggled.
Lucy stayed out there for only five minutes, but it felt much longer. She listened to the rain pound on her deck and felt it poking at her skin. It was refreshing, it was relaxing.
When she was finally soaked from head to toe, she decided it was time to head back inside unless she wanted to get sick.
She stepped inside her house closing and locking the slider door once more. Lucy tip-toed through the house as though that would help keep the floor dry. Though her footsteps stained the kitchen tile and rain water dripped from the ends of her hair.
Lucy made it into the bathroom and stripped down immediately. She struggled with her shirt as it stuck to her, but she managed to shimmy out of it instead of trying to pull it over her head. Then she stepped into the warm, steaming shower allowing another water massage.
Title: The Magnus Covenant
Author: Toni Pike
Genre: Religious Thriller
How I got the book: I got a free digital copy from the author in exchange for an honest review
Summary (from Goodreads):
The fate of the world is in the hands of one man and the covenant holds the key.
The Reverend Jotham Fletcher is in Rome to give a lecture on his PhD thesis about Simon Magus at the church where he fell to his death beside the Roman Forum. Magus was a cult leader mentioned in the Bible and his libertine sect disappeared by 400 AD.
But did it really die out?
A robed man is pushed from the belltower of the church at midnight and Jotham becomes the prime suspect. His lover Antonella, an expert on ancient documents, has a shocking secret. Rumours fly about a papyrus scroll that mentions Magus. A ruthless Catholic Brotherhood will stop at nothing in their hunt for the Simonian Sect. And a reclusive billionaire has the chance of a lifetime to get his revenge.
Jotham is kidnapped, tortured and on the run. He races from Italy to England to Sweden. But the body count continues to rise and so does the heat in this non-stop thriller that will leave you breathless.
The Magnus Covenant was an interesting read, to say the least. The religious aspect of it was a fun twist and created a whole new meaning to the usual standard murder mystery.
Jotham goes on quite the adventure as he tries to figure out what exactly is going on. In the end, you find out the reason behind everything and Jotham, despite everything he went through, realizes that he needs to stop it.
Like Jotham, I felt as though I didn’t really know what was going on in the story. There was no clear motive right off the bat. Being a mystery, that’s fine. We’re supposed to figure that out.
However, I even had a hard time following the characters. There were a lot of page breaks switching between each character’s point of view (especially in the beginning of the book), but the point of views were all third-person. So there weren’t any need for page breaks and sometimes the character switch went to a character who wasn’t part of the main cast, which confused me even more. A lot of characters were introduced at the beginning and it was hard to follow.
The book was a quick read and each chapter was about three pages long. But there were sometimes about five or six page breaks and it made the story jarring to read.
While I liked the characters, Jotham, Antonella, and even Iago at the end, I couldn’t relate to any of them. When someone died, I didn’t care. The dialogue was a bit bland at times so often I had to reread what they said because I found myself not paying attention.
Overall, the plot drew me in. I was curious about where the story was going to end up, who killed who and why. It was a unique thriller and a fun mystery to follow, but I think I would have been into it more with a different set of characters.
The Magnus Covenant by Toni Pike gets 3 out of 5 stars.
“There was a subdued round of applause. It was far too polite, as if they were not there for the lecture but for the fireworks that came afterwards.” –Toni Pike, The Magnus Covenant
About the Author:
After graduating from the University of Sydney, Toni progressed from being a veterinary surgeon to a high school teacher and then a public servant in Canberra, the capital city of Australia. Her husband Jon was in the Air Force and, while raising two beautiful children, they had several years living in England and America. Toni’s main passions are family, writing and travel – in that order.
Connect with the Author:
As you know, guest bloggers appear on my site twice a month. For the months of August, September, and October, my guests will be discussing the same topic:
When and why did you begin writing?
This week we’ll learn a little bit more about Nthato Morakabi. Thanks, Nthato!
Writing: A Privilege and an Honour
I think a majority of writers start at an early age, and I am no different from the flock. The oldest piece of writing I found was in an old diary when I was between the ages of six and eight. My piece of creative writing featured my own version of the lyrics to the song La Bamba performed by Ritchie Valens in the film of the same name as the song. Something along the lines of “La la la la la Bamba I was born in Soweto.” I imagine my parents dancing to the off-tune vocals of young me while their faces wondered when the madness would stop. It didn’t. I wrote more than just lyrics and in Grade 2 (second grade), I was fast becoming an avid reader.
My reasons for writing have evolved from those formative years and has become a more refined version, something I experienced quite a couple of years ago. But initially, it was for the praise of my parents and teachers. I wrote to please others. I remember freaking out during creative writing because the story I wanted to write ended up with such a large scope it wouldn’t fit the word count, and I would whip up something quickly in the last ten minutes. At least that hasn’t changed, I still can’t keep word counts.
It was in Grade 9 when I really started writing for myself. I was so consumed by the fictional worlds that existed around me that I had to delve into them. If they weren’t big enough I created my own. I spent a lot of time in class writing my stories rather than taking notes; the only thing that helped me pass was my strong short-term memory: study the night before, go to bed, retain what I studied and write exams/tests; forget it all the moment it’s pens down. This was where I started thinking of writing as more than just a hobby; I wanted to be a writer. I had stories man. Tons of stories. I had a file where I kept all my drafts and documents and ideas; any empty notebook immediately became a story book. If I saw a blank page, I saw potential. Of course, I was also frequenting the school library, determined to read every Stephen King, Clive Barker, James Herbert, Dean Koontz and any other horror author I could find. These pulled into my writing. Anime I was watching pulled into my writing. Games I played pulled into my stories. I fell in love with Final Fantasy not only for its amazing CGI (which at that day and age was far ahead of its time) but also for its intriguing stories, characters, and villains.
I look back now and see how my education, upbringing, and circumstances have allowed me to be the writer I am today. It truly is a privilege to sit here and type this out with speedy, proficient keystrokes, to be able to string thoughts together using letters and words formed back in school when I was a young lyrical genius (sarcasm). It’s been quite a journey already and I look forward to enjoying the remaining years achieving my goal of becoming a full-time author – I’m a full-time writer by profession after all.
I came across this infographic while doing a Google search.
If you enjoy infographics like I do, then I’m sure you’ve seen this one before. I think I have, but I just found it through this website which has a lot of cool infographics on it.
It’s a good reminder either way.
I started writing when I was ten. It’s been about 13 years and I’m still trying to get my foot in the publishing door.
What about you? Let me know in the comments!