Starting From Scratch

Today;s Word Count: 828 words

So I decided to scrap the chapter and start over from scratch. I was bored writing it and I just know my readers will be bored reading it.  I felt like no one wanted to watch Stiles cook Polish pastries.

So I started over and I like this draft better than the last one, but it still needs some work and some polishing up.  I’m a panster, and so I had to do some last minute world building for my witches and oh boy I wish I did that earlier. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking to let it go for so long.

I really hope that everything syncs up well when I write it.  *crosses fingers*  I’m hoping to get this update for FSOBE done by the end of the week and get started on Chain Reaction Chapter 3.

Speaking of Chain Reaction, I’m so surprised at all the favorites and comments I’m getting. I’ve just blown away that someone took the time to read my fic, which is more than a bit unconventional.

Anyway, I’m off to rest today and then tomorrow I will get back to writing.

Look Who’s Back!

Today’s Word Count: 503 words

Hey, guys, I’m back.  Work has been killing me and I just got through the backlog of work that occurred during the 4th of July week.  I literally have been working and falling asleep. Then there are whole days that I’m literally too exhausted to move.

However, I decided to get back to my 500 words a day regime to get back to writing. I’m starting on FSOBE this week, and once I finish with that I will be back to writing Chain Reaction.

I actually got my first review for it on FF.net and I’m really happy about it.  Anyway, that’s all I got to say for today. I think what motivated to get back to writing was that horrible trailer for Teen Wolf Season 6B trailer. I was not happy with it or the Sterek baiting and it infuriated me so much that I knew I had to get back to it.

Anyway, I’m done for now. Now, I’m off to do some paying work!

 

Taking A Break

So, I have been slipping on my writing routine lately. Mostly, because I had my day job and my kids have been taking up all my free time. With 4th of July holiday in the middle of the week, I had a lot of stuff to catch up on.

Not to mention, my new blog ‘Dress Them Up’ decided to crash and burn and I have been scrambling to get everything back up. I got %80 of it back up. I still got a lot to do and God knows I haven’t been promoting it at all this week.

Anywhoo, all of my drive to write or to do anything has dried completely dried up. Today, instead of finishing my long list of duties. I have been sleeping like I’m pregnant, and no I’m not pregnant. So I’m taking this week off of writing and I will do my best to get back to my usual schedule.

I hope to have the rough draft of the next chapter of FSOBE next week, and the hopefully Chain Reaction will be up the week after.

 

 

 

Stuck in Editing Hell

Sorry, I haven’t been blogging for a while. I have been swamped with work and I hadn’t had time to write. So this weekend I have been working on editing my much an overdue chapters FSOBE and Chain Reaction.

And my beta for Chain Reaction has gone awol so I have to edit this chapter myself. With my borderline dyslexia, it’s the tenth level of hell.

I’m considering going back to using Dragon Naturally Speaking. However, I don’t really like using it. But what is making this hell that I have gone through at least three drafts to get to this point? I might do an editing and writing combo thing during my second draft.

Read it out loud and revise. I’ll tell you guys how it will work out. Anyway, I will talk to you guys later.

ETA: I have been freed from my editing hell. My beta has come through!

Drafting Like A Boss

Total Word Count: 1228 words

So I decided to attack my horrible first draft of Chapter 1 of Chain Reaction. I’m so much happier with my second draft. However, I’m really regretting posting the prologue and chapter 1 as fast as I did. Because now, I want to go back and add things. Especially some more characterization on Aster’s part or maybe some scenes where Aster has some British-American mishaps. And I honestly think that would be cheating and not fair to my readers. Lesigh, we all have to play with the cards we are dealt I guess.

I really love this second draft though, and honestly working on this draft really confirms my feelings that this is a story that needs to be told despite the lack of kudos and attention. Honestly, I think I need a strong grammar nitpicker and maybe a britpicker as well. However, I don’t want to ask because I’m so grateful for DLE for betaing. I don’t want to disrespect her, I might have to go over it with a TTS reader just to be sure and I’m totally going to hold off posting it until I can make sure my last chapter syncs up with my new chapter.

Anyway, I’m done for today and I’m so happy with what I got right now. So I’m going to just say ttfn and go on my merry way!

Getting Used To Disappointment

Total Word Count: 1010 words.

Today the words came at a slow crawl to 1010 words. I was distracted and more than a little bit discouraged at the lack of interest in my trans harry potter fic. It seemed like I got hits but I didn’t get enough interest to even get a kudos. It really makes me sad. Especially, since all that work I went through to get this thing off the ground came to nothing.

Although the problem might be because it was a story I rebooted three times, but still, I have zero kudos on Ao3 and that fact is eating at me. I had to push past my disappointment, give myself a prep talk and carry on.  The part of being a writer comes with the disappointment when people don’t love yor work as you do.

And yeah, I admit right here it might be legimate probelms with my story, I will never be that type of writer to think everything I create is perfect and without flaws. I’m quite the opposite in fact. I’m hypercritical of every word I write, and that is why the mess of a first draft always bothers me. I want everything perfect now, but the logical part of my brain keeps telling me that works are polished over time. *le sigh*.

I’m also coming agains the wall of being afraid to take what I learned in my description book and applying to my current projects. I don’t know, maybe it is my fear of something new.

Anyway, that’s enough for now. I’m off to eat a late dinner. I will be back tommorw.  Ta Ta For Now!

Writing Exercise: Description #2

Exercise: one or two paragraph each describing four to six people who have enriched your life. You don’t have to write full stories, just make the descriptions vivid. 


1. Nikki, was tall for the age of three, all legs like a colt.  She had pretty caramel color skin and oval shaped dark brown eyes that were bordered with rings under them. Her eyes glared into the camera, a scowl marring her usually pretty little face.  She wore yellow ribbons in her pigtails, that almost seemed practically wilt under the sure amount the girl’s aura of irritation.  Her matching cute little yellow shirt, jeans, and crocs instead of cheering up the overall picture just made it seem all the more miserable.

2.  Mary was an old woman, but still spry and lean muscle. Her short wig was slightly crooked through, dark and wavy.  Her large oversized glasses were thick as a coke bottle, and the center bridged tapped together with ducktape that she stubbornly retapped them instead of buying new guys that her kids often begged her to replace.  As old as she was and despite the glasses, she was objectively pretty.  Her mix African and German heritage can be seen in her light cafe au light colored skin.  She had a warm husky laugh, that lit up her warm brown eyes and sassy personality that drew people to her and charmed everyone she came across.

3. Mrs. Crow was a short and squat woman.  All round curves and long and straight pretty wheat colored hair, and blue sparkling eyes.  She had a long Roman nose and a bright smile that did nothing to hide her slightly gapped tooth. She often wore colorful exotic looking tunics over long broomstick skirts that reached the bottom of feet. Today, with it, she wore her favorite strappy geeky sandals that poked a tiny bit out of the skirt.

4. Bruce walked into the store, with a jaunty walk that did have the bearing of a military man. He’s bald head and his dark brown skin seemed to shine in the bright daylight as he walked.  Bruce had a bit of a five of clock shadow that had long turned gray.  His beer gut slightly filling out his ‘I have no fucks to give’ t-shirt that he wore with his green camo pants, his white socks peeking out of his sandals.