Happy December!

Where Did The Year Go…

NaNo Winner 3

 

Well, it’s December first. I can’t remember anything that happened this year and we still have a month to go. Needless to say, November was a busy month, but it’s all a blur to me now. The first 17 days of November I wrote…a lot. And I won NaNoWriMo. I had planned on going above and beyond the 50k mark because I wanted to finish the entire manuscript. However, I think I got a little too tired from all that writing before. I hit about 52k and then stopped. But I got a nifty certificate to go with my Camp NaNo ones!

The best part is that Kris won NaNo, too. This was her very first year winning and last night she got home from working 8:30-5:30 and wrote about 5,000 words in order to hit the 50k. She finished around 10:30 at night, but she made it just in time! She and I are going Christmas shopping today. If we find anything we want, we may treat ourselves for winning.

In other news, I started a new project. Yeah, I know…I have too many writing projects going on at once. But I figured that for the month of December I can go back and forth between that one and Detective Florence. I’m hoping that I will be able to finish that novel by the end of the month so for my New Year’s resolution I can say I want it to be completely edited by the end of 2014. Heh, we’ll see what happens.

Anyway, this new project is a collection of silly poems for kids. Random? Totally. Friday night Kris was writing her NaNo novel and I didn’t feel like writing mine. I was in a bit of a hyped up mood and ended up writing a poem about a fat dog named Sit. I would post it to give you guys a sneak peek, but I submitted it to Chicken Soup. They have a new book coming out called “The Dog Did WHAT?”

Now I’m sure most of you have heard of Chicken Soup for the Soul. Most of you probably have a few of their books. The stories and poems submitted are non-fiction, heart-felt, inspirational. Some make you laugh, some make you cry. Kris thought this poem was so adorable that she begged me to submit it. I don’t think it will get published as it’s obvious that it’s a silly fictional poem. But like Kris said, “The worst they can do is say no.” So I sent it in anyway, but I highly doubt it will get published.

The deadline for entries for this particular book is January 5, 2014. So it’s going to be a while before I hear back (if I hear back at all…I don’t think they contact you if it’s a rejection). So I will post it eventually. But I’m also shooting to make a whole book of these poems and maybe get that published someday. I have four poems so far. Go me!

So I was going to post an excerpt of Detective Florence today, but since I never finished the full manuscript, I’m going to wait. When I finish the novel (hopefully by the end of the month) I’ll post an excerpt of it.

Congrats to all those who won NaNoWriMo this year! 🙂

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Update This And Update That

I Have Important Things To Say….

 

I have no idea where to start! I have a lot to say and I don’t know if I’m going to remember it all. I had Starbucks today and I am extremely wired! Seriously, ask my sister…and my mother…I was bothering them both. Singing, dancing, making weird noises, walking funny, yelling, laughing, falling on the floor, being loud…true story.

ANYWAY, I have three things to talk about…at least that’s all I can remember that I had to talk about…

First, Spilled Ink is back up for business. About two years ago, my sister and I started a writing website. Life got in the way and we kind of let it die. However, we wanted to get back into it so we made a new website for it. We came up with some new ideas for it, kept some old ideas and scrapped the rest of the old ideas. We hope the website grows a lot and is very successful.

Let me tell you a little about it: There are prompts, tips, writing races, co-authoring, and a role-playing section. There’s a place where members can review and discuss books they have read. Also, each member has their own board where they can post their own stories and other people can review the stories. You know, give feedback and critique. The link is on the Come Find Me page of this blog, but here it is again: Spilled Ink. Please go check it out and if you like, go ahead and join. We’d love to have you. 🙂

Next, I was thinking of adding more to this blog. My sister gave me this idea a while ago and I have been thinking of doing it ever since. I just never got the chance to actually do it. I was thinking about it more today and I think I’m going to really do it. However, I want to get your opinions anyway. So, if you don’t mind, please comment on whether you would enjoy this and want me to do this: once a month, I was thinking of doing a volg (video blog, for those of you who don’t know). So, once a month instead of posting words, you’d get to hear it straight from my loud mouth. Wouldn’t that be awesome? I don’t know when I would actually start doing this, but I thought I would throw it out there and see if you guys would like that or not. Of course, if the majority of you say no I may do it anyway. 😀

Third, I guess I should update about my actual writing, huh? I have been writing bit by bit each day since my last post. Since my last post I have written 7,659 words on Take Over. I plan on writing a little more tonight, but I probably won’t get the chance to update this later tonight and tell you all how wonderful I have been doing with my writing! I’ve been a good girl lately. 😀

I guess I do have more to talk about…fourth, my sister and I went to Barnes and Noble today (hence the Starbucks). We were looking at writing books when we were supposed to be writing. I have been thinking a lot about my future lately and I decided that it’s time that I really start looking for publishers. I have two children’s books written and ready to leave the nest. So I found one of those books that lists publishing companies, agencies, magazines, etc. I wrote down a few publishing companies that represent picture books. So, while I finish Take Over, edit Hunter and Diary of a Lover, and write Saving Each Other for Camp NaNoWriMo, I’ll be sending my two picture books off to publishers.

Also, Writer’s Digest sent me a thing in the mail about their annual writing contest. I’ve done it before (and lost, obviously), but that was two or three years ago. I think I’m going to try to do it again this year. I think I’m going to send in a poem. I don’t write poems often, although I would like to. I wasn’t going to bother with the contest again this year, but the other day, in math class of all places, I thought of a poem idea. I think that was my inner muse saying, “Do the Writer’s Digest contest!” Because seriously, when do I come up with poem ideas?

Anyway, that’s that. Send my picture books to publishers, polish off my young adult novels, prepare for Camp NaNo, finish Take Over, do the contest…I have a lot on my plate right now. But I like it. I have wanted to be an author since I was ten and I finally want to get started on it. Meanwhile, I’m going to promote myself as much as possible. So follow me on here, on Twitter (the link is also on the Come Find Me page), and on my other Spilled Ink website. Then sit back and watch me succeed. Because I’m going to make it no matter what. 🙂

 

2013: 72,855/365,000 Words Written
2013: 1,749/18,250 Pages Read

Lovely Finals!

Are You Ready For This One…?

I told you all that I am in school, correct? Well, this week is finals week. I only have two finals for the five classes I am taking. Tonight I took my Algebra II final. Here’s some background info for you before I tell the story:

I got an A in Algebra II during my junior year of high school. Then, when I took my placement test when I got to college, I placed into Algebra II. This forced me to take it before I moved up in math. The professor I took it with was a doofus. He had a thick foreign accent in which I could not understand anything he said. He bellowed-no, not spoken like a normal human being-he yowled like a pack of wolves feasting on a full moon. Most people raise their voice a tad bit to emphasize a word. No, not this guy, but how could he? His voice was already at the maximum volume. Yes, this guy would stomp his foot when he emphasized a word. He stomped his foot so hard on the ground as though he was a two-year-old not getting that lollipop he so desperately wants. Also, he assigned us homework and then the day the homework was due, he taught us how to do it. I got a C- in the class. Due to being in a special program, I needed a C or above in all my classes to pass. This caused me to take it yet again. I took it online because I could not deal with another professor. I got a D that time around because my professor was anything but helpful.

So, this is my third time taking it. I took it online. The professor has been the best one I’ve had so far (although I have to say that I still don’t like her very much…) and I have my boyfriend helping me out. I picked a smart one, thank God. I have an A right now, so let’s hope that this final doesn’t bring it all the way down. If it does go way down, even if I still make it with a C, I’ll have to retake the course because (since everything was online) they will assume someone else did the course for me. Yes, I had help. No, he did not do the actual work. He taught me. Ugh. Anyway….

Now that you see my frustrations with this class, you see why I was so nervous. The test was 6-8 PM. I exited the building that the library is in. All the way down yonder straight ahead was the building that I needed to be in. It’s a less-than-five-minute walk, but it looks as though it’s ten minutes. Now it’s the end of the semester, it’s night time, no one is there. There was not one soul. The whole campus was empty. The parking lots were full, but no one was around. It was cloudy, drizzling a little bit and it was getting a little on the dark side. I slowly walk. Alone. By myself. I say to myself, out loud: “I feel like I’m in a horror movie…it’s a ghost town!” Then what do I hear? Crows. Now I really feel like I’m in a horror movie! I quicken my step and then I make it to the building. Wonderful.

I enter said building. I was due to be in room 217. I assumed that was the second floor. Where is this second floor? What floor am I on? I am in a small hallway with two stair cases; one up and one down. Well, logic says down is the basement and up would be floor one. Let’s go up. Due to the rain, my shoes squeaked. No one was around, so I walked funny up the two flights of stairs as though I was dancing because the noise made me laugh. I see a door. I peek through the door. I see room 203 across the hall. Second floor, yay! I enter the bigger hallway and look to my right. There are a few kids sitting in the hallway. They look at me. I look away and then do a double-take. No, they weren’t looking at me. They were staring at me! Why…? I don’t know. I was confused. So, I smiled and gave them one of those head-nods and walked in the opposite direction. Luckily, that was where my class was.

I enter the classroom. There are three kids there. They all stare at me. What is everyone staring at me?! “Is this the math final?” I ask a little annoyed. “Algebra II?” one of the girls respond. “Yes,” I nod. She nods.

I go in the third row all the way to the back seat. I look to my right and next to me, but two rows over, is a guy in a suit. He wasn’t bad looking, but he was all hunched over and looked like a dweeb. I look to my left. The girl who answered me was in the next row, but in the very front seat. Then there was another chick that was four rows over in a middle seat. I look straight ahead and let out an exasperated sigh as I scope out the room.

Where is the clock? I cannot be in a room without a clock. How am I supposed to know the time? This is absurd. It’s madness! Oh, there it is. It’s on the bulletin board…right. Because that’s the first place people look for a clock! Then I realize that it’s 5:35…wait, what? Why am I here so early? How did I get here so early? Whatever…but now what am I going to do as I wait…?

I try to shift my feet, but the slip causing a loud, high-pitched squeak. I giggle. I keep moving my feet to keep making the squeaking noises. I bob my head back and forth and look a little to the right and then see Mr. Dweeb next to me giving me a dirty look. I pause and slowly look the other way. Wow. I sure got on his nerves…let’s do it again!

Trying not to laugh out loud, I start shifting my feet. I have a huge grin on my face as I stare at him, but his back is turned towards me. He’s not looking. I keep shifting my feet. Well, now he’s just being boring. I keep doing it as I look over to the other side of the room and there I see the two girls both giving me nasty looks. I stop immediately. I have to admit they looked a little scary to me. Even after I stop they still glare at me. So I smiled at them. They both look away without smiling back…I think one of them rolled their eyes.

Now before I explain this I have to say one thing: even though I was squeaking my shoes on purpose, this was actually not meant to bother them. I wanted to bother them with my shoes, but when I realized they could probably jump me, I decided against bothering them. But…I just had to crack my knuckles. I had no idea that all ten knuckles would crack and they would be at once causing it to be extremely loud.

Without missing a beat, all three of them whipped their heads around and gave me the nastiest looks I had ever seen in my life. I mean…it was just hilarious. I smiled at them and I even waved, but I didn’t get much of a response from any of them. They just looked away and then (this was an accident, too) I laughed. Out loud. One of them glanced over at me real quick, but that was it.

I have to say, I think I did pretty crappy on the test. I don’t understand how I could do something like that with all the work I have done with my boyfriend, but I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Either way, good grade or bad, that math final was the highlight of my night. For that reason and also because when the test started, the proctor moved all our seats so we were closer together. Usually they move us farther a part in case of cheating, but whatever…anyway, I got to sit behind the girl who answered me at the beginning. I could tell by the look on her face that she was not amused.

I have to admit-it made me smile.

…I am so not a nice person…

😉