I am one of whose brain is constantly working; it’s constantly throwing up new ideas, and I am constantly going, “Damnit, not again!”. Rebekah and JK accuse me of stealing all the ideas in the country. They make me laugh; they’re good like that. They’re also very good at picking me up when I am having a down day and ask the dreaded question of “do you think I am a good writer?”
As my writing friends/betas know, I am paranoid about the possibility that I am a bad writer. Every so often I swing about and along comes the “Do you think I can write well?” question (followed by “And you’re not just saying that because you are my friend, right?” one). I’m sure we all have that moment, that horrible “should I just stop now?” train of thought.
Sometimes you just need a confidence booster. And today I got one.
It’s the end of NaNo, or, well, pretty much. It’s 4.15pm here on the 30th, and I have Guides tonight.
As you can sort of tell, I didn’t win NaNo. I started off pretty good, actually being about a day ahead. And then I had camp, and that meant I lost about four/five days of writing time. I had a second overnight camp (but that still equals two lost days when you factor in prep-time and “oh gawd I am tired *snores” the day after) and then I got sick a little while after. So I kinda gave up, and
I thought it might be time for another snippet of The Circled Green, and after much thought I decided to introduce you to not Aurora, but her father. Aurora will come soon, I promise.
The simple of act of stepping into the graveyard made the world seem greyer. It was not the stone walls of the church that did it, nor was it the stones that marked the graves of so many lost loved ones – although both of these things did assist the feeling, surely. It was just that there was a feeling of greyness to the world, that
I don’t know how much of this will stay when I edit this after NaNo, but it is words and they count, so who cares.
One of my main characters is meant to be a creeper. He has been watching the female lead for two years through windows etc. and under heavy glamours. He obviously is obsessed (another character points this out just prior to the following snippet, and tells Ciar what he really should do… and provides visual aides) and has plenty of free time on his hands.
It is meant to be disturbing, and I think I succeeded,
And by “it” I am referring to both NaNoWriMo and my newest WIP, The Circled Green.
It’s 8.50am, I am sitting here at my house with Rebekah and we are writing away. Well, I was writing away, but I have finished my prologue and needed to check something. So, in the meantime, have a really really really rough prologue to tide you over, and also as my first snippet.
Make sense, no?
Even with death upon her, the end imminent, Lady Sorcha Darrow was still beautiful.
She had fought for two days, but ultimately she had lost. In the end death would always
This meme is brought to you via Benjamin Solah and his blog. Hopefully it will introduce you to some of my writing habits and other NaNo-related stuffs. 
When and how did you find out about NaNoWriMo? How did you do?
I found out about NaNoWriMo a year or so ago, I think. I was in the middle of writing Blood Bound at the time, and although I wanted to give it a go, I was close to the end of Blood Bound and I wanted to focus on that.
Where do you write and with what do you write?
I normally
Just to let you know I have signed up for NaNo – my username is Amynta if you want to add me. It’s my first year, and I’ll be looking forward to it immensely.
I don’t think I’ll be able to get the full 50k (although if I do that’ll be bloody fantastic), but I do hope that this will motivate me into getting much more than my usual monthly amount written. 30k? I would love that, really.
Anyway, in the meantime I will be working on Lionheart (I did not know I was at the 63% mark until I checked
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