Doomtown

Okay people. I am spent. Stick a fork in me. I. Am. Done. I have finished my NaNoWriMo 50K submission , and all I can say is I don't remember it being half this hard last year or the year before that . Maybe it's because I pantsed it all the way this year. Maybe it's because I have more clients this year and have been over working my right wrist, which, I might add, is screaming for me to "Stop the madness! Stop it right now!!! I hate you!!!!!!" My wrist is such a drama queen. In spite of excruciating wrist pain and a lack of planning, I made my fifty thousand word limit just moments ago. I can finally go back to paying attention to my husband again. I plan to pay A LOT of attention to him this next coming month, if you know what I mean. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge . And for those of you wondering what I won besides bragging rights and possible carpal tunnel surgery in the future, here you go: Bam, Bitches!

No Lazy Time post today. In its stead, please allow me to entertain you with this short excerpt from my NaNoWriMo submission . A little more humorous than the last piece I posted . Certainly, there's a lot less Hitler in it. This is a rough draft, so no hating. Enjoy! Taming the Muse “I really fucking hate you,” I said as I stared at the blank page on the computer screen for what seemed like an eternity. I had been trying to write this stupid story for days, but nothing was coming to me. Nothing. At this point, I would have made do with one line of a dirty limerick, but the words were stuck somewhere in the ether. The blank page stared back at me, mocking me with its crisp white surface. “A piece of paper is an inanimate object, Emily my dear. It has no sentience, can not feel your ire, and therefore does not give a bloody crap what you think of it,” Grim said in that British Cockney accent I had thought was kind of cool when I first met him, but now just g...

Still woefully behind on my word count, but here's a sample of what I have so far. This story is a little more serious than my usual stuff, so don't go into this expecting giggles. Unless the idea of Hitler's afterlife gives you the case of the happies. This is only a rough draft and is probably rife with spelling and grammar mistakes. Spellcheck SS and Grammar Nazis need not reply: Almost Eternal Avici   By Karen Williams, Written as Karen Plaisance   I found Hitler at the end of his life-that is to say, I found his spirit in the room where he died. This isn’t unusual. Most people, when they perish tarry in or near the area of their demise. For Adolf, this happened to be in the personal study of his Fuhrerbunker , a cold, damp room made to be as comfortable as possible for the former leader of the Third Reich. It must have been quite the shock for such a once powerful man to find himself alone in a tiny room, staring down upon the blood stained sofa whe...

It is that time of year again, folks! The time of year when family members and favorite TV shows get ignored for an entire month, and grocery stores across the nation suffer from a mysterious shortage of coffee, notebooks, and writing material. The time of year when usually ordinary people go into a homicidal frenzy of mad typing, trying to reach that fifty-k word count by the end of November. It is NaNoWriMo people, and it is a beautiful thing. For those of you who have never participated, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month)is an annual creative writing challenge that happens every November. The goal is to write 50,000 words any time between November 1st until the deadline at November 30th, 11:59 PM. You can sign up and start any time during the month of November, even if it is one minute until the end of deadline. Because hope springs eternal, I guess. There is also no system in place to prevent cheating (cutting and pasting someone...

Yes. Yes, I did. This helped:

Towards the end of October, I issued my significant other a warning. I was going to be participating in NaNoWriMo this year. Chances were good that I would be so wrapped up in my writing that certain people in my life-namely, him-might get to feeling neglected. I assured him that I still loved him deeply. Passionately, even. It would only be for a month and then I would be back to admiring his magnificence and telling him how truly awesome he is...or something of the like (insert eye roll here). I made it clear that this wasn't another repeat of that Cityof Heroes fiasco where I got so caught up in the game that he eventually threatened to end the relationship on grounds of abandonment. Yes, I got so into a game, my boyfriend threatened to dump me...his girlfriend . I hear from many of my female coworkers and my older sister that this situation is usually reversed and some have even gone on to advise me to seek professional help for this terrible affliction. Since I don't ...

Rest assured, this post isn't about my trip to Disney World or that stupid song that got stuck in my head to the point I thought I would die of an animatronic induced aneurysm. That's a rant I'm saving for another day. No, this one is about bumping into old friends in the least expected places and how you can make new connections from old ones and vice versa. I was at Tastee Donuts on Transcontinental tonight. For those of you worrying that I went there to take a high dive off the diet wagon into a shallow gutter filled with sweet, delicious chocolate covered donuts with sprinkles and lots o' calories, let me set your mind at ease. The NaNoWriMo group met there for our last chance write in and I tagged along even though I'm technically finished. I had one plain cake donut. Don't judge me! Any way, Rob Cerio, one of the participants and a friend of James, a guy who used to game with us on Sunday nights, showed up late with his ...

I finished writing my 50,000 words for NaNoWriMo the other night and although I won't be winning any prizes (you would think they'd at least offer you a bumper sticker or a coffee mug or Tatum Channing or something), I'm quite proud of me. Quite, Quite. My elation over making my deadline early without being struck by a meteor overflowed-so much so that I instantly got up from my seat and did the Snoopy dance the second my word count made it past 50K, much to the amusement of everyone sitting at French Press on Williams Blvd. To those of you who witnessed this incident and were entertained by my nonexistent dancing skills, you're welcome and please don't post that on YouTube. I will sue.   Instead, enjoy Ihudson930's take on the Snoopy dance of pure joy. Don't forget to follow .  Alas, the novel I'm writing is far from finished, but I might include a sneak peek later on if I'm feeling especially petty.

This is a short list. What can I say? I'm not an interesting person. 1. I wrote a book . Don't get too excited. It's self published and it sucks, but I suckered over 30 people into buying it so far. Yay me. 2. I'm doing NANOWRIMO this month and I'm actually ahead on my word count. This has NEVER happened to me before. I'm expecting something terrible to happen to me at the last minute, like getting too sick to finish before deadline or maybe a meteor striking me from above. I predict the latter to happen moments before I reach the finish line. That's just how my luck rolls. 3. I lost a bit of weight. No, I'm not dying of some wacky disease! I just started eating right and exercising. Rest assured, there have been times while running on my treadmill that I've prayed for the end to come. Running is my word for speed walking slower than a geriatric amputee, by the way. And no, I won't be posting before and after pics. I haven't lost my ug...