Tuesday, December 30, 2008

More Updates

I've been out of commision for the past week due to hand trouble again. Imagine tapping your fingertips against thousands of tiny needles and you'll get an inkling of what my right hand is feeling right now. The second my health benefits are activated on the first I'm going straight back to the doctor to get this looked at again. Here's for hoping I don't have to get the thing amputated.

Meanwhile I'm doing my best to type this and my other updates with one hand so don't get snippy with me for any misspellings. This is taking me three times as long to type. I'm in pain. Be a spellcheck/grammar nazi somewhere else.

I plan on posting updates to The Blessing Curse and Lost Days tonight if my hand isn't throbbing too bad.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Blessing Curse Update

Updated The Blessing Curse. I sent it in as a submission to the Web Fiction Guide. Hopefully I can stay on track with that one. I'm also considering removing Agatha's Ghost since I can't figure out what I want to do with the story. I'll save it on Word until a good plot line bites me in the ass.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Hell on $5 a Day

Found an interesting blog novel on the Web Fiction Guide. It's called Hell on $5 a Day written by Greg Bulmash. Here's a synopsis:

Alain Beaudreaux, a vampire, loved a mortal woman for 64 years. Now she’s in Heaven and he’s determined to join her, but he’ll have to go through Hell to do it.

Kurt Grey, a junior copywriter, hit on the wrong woman at the wrong time. Now he’s been thrown through a portal into Hell and has an angry vampire hot on his heels. He must find his way to Heaven if he ever hopes to get home.

Two men, one amazing journey, and the fate of the universe hangs in the balance.


I've read chapter one and I'm impressed. The intro really grabbed me. Give it a read if you're interested in vamp fic. Remember to leave a review.

My submission was accepted. Read it! I command you *insert intense meglomaniacal stare here*.

Also I've finally added a chapter to The Blessing Curse. Yes, I know it's a long time coming. I'm hoping to put up another chapter by tonight before I leave for work. Maybe. Perhaps.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

In the Beginning...

I'm working on the Agnostic version of the creation story. Here's what I have so far:

In the Beginning…testing…testing…one, two, three…Is this thing on?

In the Beginning the Great Scientist created the heavens and the earth…wait, I’m getting a big ahead of myself. Let’s try that again.

In the Beginning the universe was a void without form ruled by dark matter {for definition, see end notes document 13924, Tree of Knowledge (tm)}. And the Great Scientist said, Let there be a singularity. And there was a grand explosion or implosion depending on your point of view. And then there was light.

Gasses and particles expanded throughout the void colliding and commingling and dividing thus creating the nebulae and the stars. These stars combined and commingled creating the galaxies, creating the solar systems and all the satellites therein.

And thus the heavens were born and everything within the firmament. And the Great Scientist looked upon these conditions seeing these things were within the perimeters required and concluded, It is adequate.

This took many eons.

And the Great Scientist said, Let there be a star and revolving around this star let there be an accretion disc.

And out of this material many satellites were formed including the earth which collided into its sister satellite Theia {named after the Great Scientist’s ex-girlfriend in high school who did about as much damage} and from this the moon was formed, stabilizing the earth’s axis of rotation {proving that the philandering trollop was of some use after all}.



I am so going to hell for this one.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Nation by Terry Pratchett

Just finished Terry Pratchett's Nation. It was the second novel I've read by Pratchett that wasn't of the Discworld series, the first being Good Omens coauthored by Neil Gaiman. I was reluctant to purchase the book at first because I originally saw it in the young adult section. And as much as I loved Good Omens, I'm more interested in the Discworld series. When I learned the audio version was available on itunes read by Stephen Briggs, I knew I had to have it. I was not disappointed. Pratchett mixes humor with philosophical insight regarding religion, society, and why people believe the wacky things they do. Good for readers of all ages.

Here's the product description released by Amazon:

The sea has taken everything.

Thirteen-year-old Mau is the only one left after a giant wave sweeps his island village away. But when much is taken, something is returned, and somewhere in the jungle, Daphne—a girl from the other side of the globe—is the sole survivor of a ship destroyed by the same wave.

Together, the two confront the aftermath of catastrophe. And slowly, other refugees arrive—children without parents, mothers without babies, husbands without wives—all of them hungry and all of them frightened. As Mau and Daphne struggle to keep the small band safe and fed, they defy ancestral spirits, challenge death himself, and uncover a long-hidden secret that literally turns the world upside down . . . .

Internationally revered storyteller Terry Pratchett presents a breathtaking adventure of survival and discovery, and of the courage required to forge new beliefs.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

A Little Experiment

I've decided to try a little experiment this month since I missed Nanowrimo. I'm going to attempt to write 50,000 words this month before school starts. To make things interesting I'm going to work on three stories at once: a fantasy/sci-fi fic, a fan fic (Discworld, of course), and Book Two of my Karma Slaves series. I don't care if I get a finished novel out of this. Just want to keep my hand in before I'm forced to put my nose back to the grind stone in January.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Missed Nanowrimo

Missed Nanowrimo last month due to school. I'm sick of rewriting the one from last year and have decided to put it up here for your enjoyment...or derision. Whatever. I have it copyrighted, but I seriously doubt anyone would be desperate enough to steal the thing. I'm working on Book Two in the series. I will probably never finish it but the story is burning a hole inside my head and I must get it out. Insert tortured artist pose here.

On the glass is half full side, I passed Swedish Massage and Muscle Palpation. I have been making my friends and coworkers very happy indeed as I have used them for practice these past few months. I even have my own massage table now though the one I bought isn't as good as the ones I used to borrow from school. Still, I think it will last me until I graduate.

I have decided to take five classes next semester because I'm crazy. And I'm fed up with the gambling industry. I will be taking Special Populations-a class I hear I won't be required to take exams-MSTH Business Ethics, Pathology, Deep Tissue/Neuro Muscular Massage, and hopefully Clinic I. No exams for Clinic either as I will be graded on client feedback. If I can get through this next semester I will only have to take four more classes the next. After that comes the National Licencing exam which I hear will cost me over $200 just to take. Arg!

Oh, and if you want to really make me happy, here's my Christmas wish list: Lots and lots of stuff!!!

Monday, July 28, 2008

I Have Gangrene!

Okay, I'm being melodramatic. A week ago, a rash broke out between my right index and middle fingers. After days of self medicating myself with over the counter ointments, the rash got worse and spread. I was forced to seek medical attention when the itching got so bad my fingers swelled up like jumbo sausages and leaked some kind of weird fluid. The receptionist took one look and asked if I had a chemical burn, it was that gross. One hundred and twenty dollars later the doctor tells me I have a severe form of eczema.

I really miss health insurance.

Ironically, this happened the same week I started back on full time. Ironic because it wouldn't surprise me if the casino is where I picked up the blasted eczema in the first place. An important tip when playing at the tables: Wear disposable gloves. Seriously. You're playing around with chips that other people have been touching and you just don't want to know where these people have been putting their sticky fingers. I once caught a woman picking her nose while I dealt to her. I stared, waiting for her to remove her finger from her nostril. She continued her search for buried treasure unashamed. Suffice it to say I wash my hands every break I get.

One good thing about full time is that I'll get my health insurance benefits back. I knew, I just knew something like this was going to happen the minute my supervisor told me I was back on full time. I knew between now and the minute my benefits were activated, I would catch some god awful disease that would require a doctors visit.

Meanwhile, I wait with baited breath for my next paycheck. Most of it will go toward my overdue car note and school. These next couple weeks I'll really be scraping by. I'll be lucky if don't get overdrawn. Hopefully Next check I'll have enough to pay my mother back for the money I had to borrow last week.

One thing I won't have to worry about buying is food since I've decided to stop eating. A coworker thought it would be funny if she mentioned how fat I've gotten. While I was on a table. While I was on a table full of gamblers. Gambler who were in the process of losing their money. Yeah. I'm really laughing over that one. I told her I would be sure to throw a compliment her way as soon as I got off the table. You know, seeing as it goes against company policy to call your coworker a vicious bitch in hearing range of customers.

So to cap off, I'm a fat, broke, starving leper and to top it all off my menstrual cycle just started. I'm beginning to wonder if there really is a god. If there is, he or she is very angry with me, indeed.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

No More Pencils No More Books...

Took my final exam today and boy is my cerebral cortex tired! The final was comprehensive and I really hate having to remember things I could barely learn the first time around, but we were told what was going to be on it-questions from previous tests. I made the mistake of assuming she was going to give the old tests back when she had posted the questions online over the weekend. Shows how well I pay attention. I spent the past couple days cramming. I think I'll pass the class. Probably. Maybe. Knock on wood.

Next Monday I start back on full time. I couldn't be more thrilled if I came down with some weird flesh eating disease. Every day in every way I hate the casino more and more but I need the money. I'm struggling to pay bills. Just try finding a gas station attendant that will accept your immortal soul as payment for a full tank of gas! They won't even take sexual favors anymore. Well, not for gas. You can still get a pack of Twinkies and a diet coke for a quickie in the storage room...or so I've heard..(insert embarrassed cough here).

Speaking of gas prices, I read something interesting in the Times-Picayune. The Prez is pushing for the lifting of restrictions on oil drilling. I find it odd that he's all for drilling in new areas when the oil companies are "sitting on 68 million acres of federal land and waters where oil and gas companies own leases, but aren't producing oil". The Dems plan on voting some kind of "use it or lose it" legislation that will probably be vetoed if it even makes it to the office. I'm no tree hugger but I do have enough intelligence to realize that we should use the wells already drilled and make preparations for the day when those wells dry out by finding alternatives. But what do I know? I just have a brain.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Villain: Dinah Renoir

Name: Dinah Renoir

Occupation: Head Seer of the Order of Mages and Inner Circle council member.

Age: Born 1973, thirty-five years old by the time of Lost Days. Like most mages, Dinah is a reincarnate.

Appearance: A tall Parisian with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Fashionable dresser, wearing the finest designers, prefers feminine styles, and wears a veil or hijab when she wishes to hide her identity.

Past: Dinah was discovered before she was even conceived, as her predecessor literally knew where she would be reincarnated. She was taken from her mother the same day she was born and sent to the veil where she mentored under an old seer (a friend from her former life). Dinah’s mentor was the mother figure she never had, became very close to the woman and mourned her passing even before the old woman knew she was going to die.

Throughout her childhood, Dinah received visions of the coming catastrophe. She realized before anyone else that the twin souls of Soja would split once more creating three separate souls: Jude, Daemon, and Eve. She kept this prophesy to herself because she knew the Order would attempt to prevent this from happening. If they succeeded, Hunter would have succeeded in killing Jude and her next incarnation would most certainly submit. She also saw what the demon seer (an Infernal who informed Daemon Hunter of his coming destiny) hadn’t seen: the possibility of Jude submitting to Eve and vise versa. If this were to happen, Jude and Eve’s soul would merge giving them the strength to take Hunter down. Although this would not guarantee Jude or Eve’s soul would remain pure, Dinah felt it was the best option out of many bad ones.

When she was twelve, Dinah foresaw the coming conflict in the alley in New Orleans. Realizing what was to come, she used a spell to hide Eve’s presence from the Order. The spell worked a little too well, hiding the girl from Dinah’s own second sight. She spent the next couple decades searching for Eve. Unable to find her through “legal” channels, Dinah hired Randall Cobb to aid her in her search. She gave him a spell to unbind Soja’s Necronomicon—a magical text that is supposed to follow the twin souls through each incarnation—from a vampire named Lucas, whom it had been entrusted to (takes place in Lost Days, the first book in the series). Dinah later killed Cobb to cover her tracks when his part in the theft was discovered at the beginning of Beguiled (second book in the series). She also may have had a hand in disrupting the ritual that was supposed to bring Hunter back in 2006, fearing he would grow too strong for Jude to defeat when she returned in 2008.

Traits: Flirty and seemingly naïve, Dinah knows more than she lets on. She can be vicious when someone stands in her way, though she rationalizes her actions by telling herself it is all for the greater good and perhaps it is.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

I'm Flunking Biology

Never take A&P II during the summer semester. I have spent most of today trying to cram two chapters worth of material into my brain for a test I have to take tomorrow. Yes, I've been studying all week. No, it isn't nearly enough time. The problem is there's a test every week and we've already started reading the chapters for the next test after this one. What really irks me is that I don't need any of this stuff. If I had the money to go to Bluecliff I wouldn't have to take biology at all, from what I've been told. All I need is a D to pass this class, but this excelerated schedual is so fucking gruelling I feel like my brains are leaking out of my ears!

Meanwhile, at work I'm being forced to learn another table game. Texas Holdem. Yay. I was able to get out of learning flop poker only because I took PTO on the days they annouced the mandatory classes and the previous supervisor at the time didn't see it was necessary for me to learn it since I was part time. My current supervisor is a stickler. Everyone must learn. I would try to use my womanly wiles to persuade him to let me off the hook, but my boyfriend wouldn't look too kindly on that...and I'm not sure I could pull it off without my super a)laughing his ass off or b)fireing me for sexual harassment. He is a stickler, as I said.

I'll post the rest of the Veruca Marime character sheet later tonight and possibly another villian. Possibly, maybe, perhaps.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Villian: Veruca Marime' (cont)

A continuation of the character sketch for Veruca Marime':

Occupation: Lead singer for the band Marime'

Age: Apparent age 25-30; real age 120 yeas old born in 1888

Past: Born Vera Morris in Ireland in the year 1888. Vera's was born to an unwed mother who had been raped by an incubus (making Vera a Cambion or half-human offspring of the union between a human and a succubus or incubus). Not believing her story, her family sent her to a Magdalene asylum to have the baby. Vera was transferred to the asylum's orphanage.

The nuns suspected there was something strange about the child from the earliest. Vera was at first thought to be a still born because she gave no indication of life (didn't breath or have a heart beat or pulse) and was only saved from premature burial when she started to cry. She later grew out of this state of "unlife" a few months after birth.

Vera grew up to be a beautiful child who never got sick in spite of the fact that the other children were constantly coming down with ailments due to the poor living conditions of the orphanage. One particular incident gave the holy sister in charge pause when Rebecca McDonagh, a ten year old girl who constantly teased Vera, came down with a mysterious "wasting sickness". At the same time, Vera was refusing to enter the main chapel for prayers and confession. When the holy sister literally tried to drag the Vera into the chapel against her will the girl "wailed and screamed something fierce, as if every demon in hell were waiting for her in that sanctum!" One of the holy sisters claimed that the girl began to scream when she tried to force Vera to hold her rosary, threw the beads to the ground, and held her hand defensively to her chest as if it had been burned. When the sister later pried her clinched fingers open to inspect the hand, she found a cross shaped welt on the palm. A priest was called to perform an exorcism which lasted three days. Vera came close to death twice, but made it through unscathed. The priest was not so lucky. He left the orphanage looking twenty years older and his hair had gone completely grey a matter of days. He died of a stroke two weeks later. Rebecca McDonagh made a miraculous recovery after Vera was sent away.

Shortly after this incident, Vera was sent to the laundries at the age of twelve and was confined there with the other Magdalenes for the next five years. She learned she could not only feed off the life force of others but heighten the emotions of the people around her. Conditions in the asylum were bad on their own, but Vera made them worse by focusing her powers to heighten the resentment and bitterness of some of the more susceptible nuns and even a few of her fellow Magdalenes. These women would take their aggressions out on the other girls, making them more miserable and allowing Vera to feed off of a bigger "herd" instead of just one person at a time. She became a misery junky and would have remained in the house if it hadn't been burned to the ground by one of the Madgalenes in retaliation for abuses committed by the priest-ironically, not under Vera's control.

After the fire, Vera slipped away from the church authorities and changed her name to Veruca Marime', a name she took from one of the Magdalenes. The girl was a gypsy taken from her parents when she became pregnant out of wedlock; when asked what her people called her, she misunderstood the question and replied, "I am marime," which means a state of impurity. Vera took a job singing and dancing at a Cabaret club in Paris where she used her talents as a succubus to rouse the crowd into a heightened state of excitement.

She roamed around Europe over the next year, but felt an uncontrollable urge to visit German South-West Africa. Vera persuaded a wealthy German Industrialist to take her to the coastal city of Lüderitz and later was allowed to visit the nearby Haifischinsel or "Shark Island", a post-world war concentration camp for the Herero and Nama tribes. There she bumped into Dorian Oswald, an American journalist who immediately recognized her to be a Nexus, a person drawn to accidents of fate, catastrophes, and cross roads events. They discussed her other "abilities" and he warned her-a few years too late-that if she abused the power she would become addicted. He especially warned her not to feed off the nexus events as they would addict her to the misery of others and bring out her demonic blood, but by then, she had already had her fill in Haifischinsel and was too far gone to care.

They met again in Sarajevo on the 28th of June 1914 when Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated. Oswald became furious when he realized she was feeding off the crowd. Again, he warned her it would lead to her undoing and threatened to go to the authorities beyond the Veil(a place where magic is the norm). She put on a show of contrition, convinced him that she would stay on the straight and narrow if he promised not to turn her in. She did try to stop feeding off others if only to sway Oswald into believing she was sincere, but fell off the wagon when she noticed signs of accelerated aging. She had become so accustomed to feeding off the life force of large groups that she couldn't go without a feeding for more than a week's time.

Vera went back to work in a cabaret club in Munich where she began feeding again and in 1919 met a young police spy of the Reichswehr named Adolf Hitler. Sensing a huge Nexus event surrounding the man, she followed his career carefully for the next few years and always made certain to attend all of his speeches. She crossed paths with Oswald once again in 1942 in Sobibo'r were she was feeding off the dieing victims of a nearby extermination camp. She turned him over to the Nazi authorities claiming he was a Jew and an American spy before he could turn her over to the magical authorities and convinced the commandant to allow her to watch as he was tortured for information. He died a few days later.

In April of 1945 Vera traveled back to Germany and made it to Berlin in time to watch the city fall, but was disappointed when she missed her opportunity to witness the Führer's suicide personally. The crowds of despondent German citizens fearful for their lives as the Soviets took over the city more than made up for this.

(to be continued...)

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Villian: Veruca Marime'

Here's a brief sketch of my first villian. I'll add more later.

Name: Veruca Marime' (real name Vera Moris)

Story Title: Twin Souls Series: Beguiled

Character Importance: Main Antagonist

Character Type: Nexus, sucubus or psycic vampire

Physical Appearance(Gender, age, body type, hair, eyes, facial features, dress, posture, movements, mannerisms, speech, first impression) : Female, apparent age ranges between twenty-five and thirty. Veruca is 5'7" and waif like. She has dark brown hair and turquoise eyes. Her eyes are her most remarkable facial feature. Usually can be seen wearing vynal, corsets, and six inch steletos when out in public. Members of the press have often remarked that if she ever gave up her singing carear she would be well equiped to go into the dominatrix profession. Her dress is more relaxed when she is not on stage or in public, leaning towards expensive silk kimonos and very little else. Her movements are fluid and cat like and quicker than most human movement which is why she is often mistaken for a Were. She has this strange habit of cocking her head to the side and grinning when she looks at a person that can be very disconserting. Veruca also has a habit of invading a person's personal space. She speaks with an American English accent, but her speach has a tendancy to pick up certain aspects of those she "feeds" from. The first impression most people have of her when they see her on stage is that she is a dark scary goth girl. The first impression most people get upon meeting her in person(especially after seeing her on stage) is surprise at how intelligent and well mannered she can be, inspite of her tendency to invade a person's personal space.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Murder Most Fowl

No, my spelling isn't off. I saw this on Amazon and thought it looked cute. I'm not paying fifteen bucks for it, but still. Maybe when the used price goes down I'll get it and do a review.

The Pain! The Agony! The Rejection!

I received my first rejection e-mail for Lost Days, a novel I'm trying to get published. I am quite proud of myself. Not once tonight did I burst into tears of frustrated despondency. I came close during my second break but I think that might have more to do with the fact that my supervisor put me on a three card poker table, my least favorite game to deal.

Okay. Perhaps the rejection got to me a little more than I'm willing to admit. I put a lot of time and effort into that manuscript. I wrote the first draft in only a month, but the revisions that followed were endless. I started that thing in November for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writer's Month) and finished a little less than a month ago. Yes, it's probably crap, but does not the mother still bare love for the child sprung from her loins even though said child has the face of a mutated baboon? Does not the foolish gambler put his money down time and time again until he no longer has money to pay the light bill even though he knows in his heart of hearts the house always wins? And why does he do it? Because he loves the game, that's why! The game may not especially love him, but damn it, one day his ship will come in!

It's with this gambler's mentality that I set sail on yet another doomed voyage that will ultimately sink before it makes it back to shore...I guess you can see from my sailing metaphors why my manuscript didn't make it. I'm writing the next book in the series. While I do that, I will also be going over my first novel to see where I went wrong. Maybe I was just too eager and it can be saved with...sigh...a little more revision. Maybe it's a baboon faced hell spawn with no hope of redemption. We'll just have to see.

In the meantime, I've decided to post my rejection e-mail for your entertainment. Maybe I'll print it up and set the thing on fire. Picture it: A distraught Karma Girl with a half empty bottle of apple flavored schnapps in one hand and a burning rejection slip in the other. I'll wave it like a flag signaling my maddening decent while wailing bitterly that no one understands my work. I'll threaten to slice an artery to show them how committed (ha ha) I am to the art! And as I stand there bleeding with rivers of black mascara trickling down my pale cheeks, I'll remember that I don't own a fire extinguisher and burn my apartment down, thereby making me a homeless as well as starving artist...

But no, I'm not bitter or anything (shakes head emphatically)...oh no, not me.

May 30, 2008

Dear {name deleated...thinking of using this as a pen name..hmmm):

Thank you so much for sending the Nelson Agency sample pages of LOST DAYS.

After a careful reading, we are sorry to say that we don't believe this project is right for our agency.

Because this business is so subjective and opinions vary widely, we recommend that you pursue other agents. After all, it just takes one "yes" to find the right match.

Good luck with all your publishing endeavors.


Sincerely,

Kristin Nelson
Sara Megibow

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

June 2008 Is Villain Month

And I've been invited! Yay! (Insert happy dance here)

From the ElizaW of tales of a fantasy scribbler:

While I was drawing up some ideas for what I could do for my four weeks of villainy, I thought that perhaps I could invite some of my blogging comrades to join in.

I’ll be spending one week on each character, starting June 1st. Activities will include sample dialog, sketches, scanned collages, and bits of story that don’t go anywhere, as well as the usual ‘character info’ pages that asks for full names and favorite snacks.




Interested? Leave a comment on her site.

500 Word Nano

Molly Mcfee strutted down the avenue arm and arm with Malicious Intent. Everyone on the strip knew Maledict “Malicious Intent” Cartwright had come into some money as of late, though where it had come from was something of a mystery. Molly didn’t care a fig so long as he was willing to pay for her “services” and buy her a round or two at the corner pub.

They crossed paths with Constable Oliver Toliver, a local bobby making his rounds. Sneering and twirling his night stick, the good constable blocked Malicious and Molly's path on the street.

“Good day to ya, officer,” said Malicious with a gracious tip of his dusty brown bowler.

Constable Toliver pointed his baton in Malicious’ face. “Me and the rest of the boys at the Yard have been looking for you, Intent.”

“And what would London’s finest be wantin’ from the likes of me?”

“I know it were you that done the Mayfair job. Admit it!”

“I couldn’t ‘av done it copper,” Malicious gave the Constable a Cheshire cat grin. “I was with Molly here all night. Weren’t I, love?”

Molly nodded her pretty little head. Constable Toliver scowled.

“You think the judge will take the word of a brazen hussy such as she?”

Molly pouted at the insult.

“If you don’t believe me ask around,” said Malicious. “The whole of Pettigrew Street heard her crying out my name last night.”

Molly giggled as Constable Toliver growled at the two of them. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on his night stick. For a second, Molly thought he would use it. The man calmed, smiled.

“One of these days, Intent, you will slip you will,” he said through gritted teeth. “I just hope I’m there to see you fall flat on your arse when you do.”

“I’ll be sure to stuff a pillow down me drawers in preparation for that fine day,” said Malicious giving the open mouthed bobby another tip of his hat as Molly and he went on their way.

When the constable was out of earshot Molly whispered, “So it was you that did it!”

“Don’t be daft. I was nowhere near Mayfair last night.”

“Then why did you tell him you was with me?”

Malicious smiled. “Just ‘cause I didn’t do the Mayfair job don’t mean I wasn’t doing something else, if you be getting’ my meaning.”

He winked and Molly giggled. He took her to the pub where there was much imbibing on Molly’s end, followed by a quick tryst up at Molly’s one room fire trap on Pettigrew where the other tenants exalted in Molly’s melodious utterances accompanied by the squeaks of the Molly’s worn bed.

The symphony was over, Molly lay back with a sigh and immediately fell asleep thanks to the sleepy drops Malicious added to her ale. He climbed back into his clothes, removed the bloody straight razor hidden in his right boot, and hid it in the clutter under Molly’s bed.

“I told you true. I wasn’t near Mayfair,” he said, placing a kiss upon the whore’s sweat covered brow. “And when Constable Toliver gets word of the murder down on Marley, a little bird will tell him just where to find the culprit,” he said and left her to take the rap.

Monday, May 26, 2008

I Need Structure, Damn It!

Structure and goals. To keep my brain from leaking out of my ears, I've decided to give myself the following writing goals:



1) Write a 500 word story (nano story).



2) Write 1,000 (not counting the nano story or any other projects) words a day for my second novel until finished or November.



3) Update all blogs at least once a week.



4) Perform three miracles. Finishing the above three will count towards this goal.

School, NaNoWriMo, and What Karma Has Been Inflicted Upon Me Thus Far

I start the summer semester at Delgado on the 2nd of next month. I've decided to try to get certified for Massage therapy. I want to be a masseuse . No not a "masseuse" (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) but a law abiding professional massage therapist. There will be no happy ending for my clients, sad to say. So far, I've taken most of the prerequisite biology courses except for AP II (anatomy and physiology II lecture). Unfortunately, I can't fit any of the MSTH classes because the only classes available over the summer are the ones I won't be able to take until I get biology out of the way. I would have gotten this over with sooner if I hadn't taken last semester off.

I know, I know. She who procrastinates never gets anything done, but I got caught up editing a novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo and couldn't concentrate on any of my classes. Because I wouldn't be me if I didn't do everything ass-backwards, I made my 50,000 word limit on time without actually entering the contest. Don't ask me why. I started late, didn't think I'd finish what I started, figured school and work would get in the way, but I finished it. It's not like I would have won a cash prize anyway.

I spent the next few months editing and am proud to say I have completed the final draft. Now I'm waiting to hear from an agent who asked to see my first thirty pages (sigh). I'm not hopeful. Okay, I'm hopeful, but I'm not expecting much. If worse comes to worse, maybe I'll publish it as a blook on Pages Unbound ( http://www.pagesunbound.com/ ), though it would be nice if I could see the thing in print, get a paycheck for it, and quit my job(insert hysterical laughter here). Here are a few other projects I'm working on until that miraculous day shall come:

http://agathasghost.blogspot.com/
http://theblessingcurse.blogspot.com/

You can also find me on http://www.thisisby.us/ as karmagrl76. Vote for me!!! Wooh Hoo!

Meanwhile, I drudge away at my thankless job dealing cards to whiny gamblers. I've gotten to the point where I run on automatic when I'm dealing to a table. I'll smile and try to make conversation but I'm not really there. The management has made so many unpopular changes that most of the people I worked with two years ago have moved on to other casinos. When we complain they either give us a form letter excuse or take something away from us. I no longer have a locker because a few people complained they had been waiting months for one. They were too cheap to buy extra lockers (I heard they only really needed fifty or so) so now you have to request one when you come in. I know it's a small thing, but it's just one more thing on a long list of unpopular decisions that are driving people away. And to add insult to injury, our toke rate is down and the people upstairs are blaming the dealers for not smiling pretty enough. At least, that's what management believes. Hmm.

My only hope is to get published or to get through school and find a better job. I'm toying with the idea of changing my name from Karma Girl to Charity Girl. I'll stand outside in the casino parking lot with a little cup and a sign and a sad story to tell. I'd probably make more money.