THE BITCH IS BACK!!!!

Did ya miss me? Did ya huh, huh, huh? 

Okay so I'm a little excited.  I fell off the blogosphere when life caught up.  I MISSED it though. I know I never got to finish up with a lot of stuff I was doing, but meh moving and other such things got in the way. The hubby and I are in our place.  Thank you powers that be!  It was a long time coming and seriously, there's a lot less stress now that we're not sharing space with three or four other people.  So YAY for being on our own!

I've been working on NanoWrimo, or rather I was except I got thrown off the last couple of days because I wound up at a funeral on Monday.  No one likes funeral's or having to say goodbye, and it seems like I've been to far too many before I even hit thirty.  (Still haven't hit it, just sayin'.)

I finished one novel though and I'm in the process of editing it.  My Wrimo novel is sort of a sequel to that, but not.  It was on a whim because November came entirely too fast.  Still writing is writing and I love to write and figure that maybe when I start a project on a whim the crap will come out first before it starts to take shape.  That's my story and I'm sticking too it.

Unfortunately I feel like crap today. My allergies are hitting me hard now that it's warming up again. Florida has plant life year round, so pollen, ragweed, all that lovely stuff that makes you sneeze ten ways from Sunday.  Anyone want to exchange noses?  No?  Yeah I wouldn't want to trade with me either.

On that note, I really need to go and shower. My pup has an appointment at the vet for a booster shot.  You'll be hearing from me soon. ;)

It's 10:30am and I Feel Accomplished

At least for now.  There's still plenty more to be done today, but I've already posted the second half of the short story.  Hopefully you guys will enjoy it.  I enjoy feedback too, so if you have an opinion I'd love to hear it!  Honestly it's not one of my favorites, but I figured that's why I'd start with it.  Honestly if I didn't I'd probably wind up making excuses not to post it, which would turn into excuses not to post others, and then I'd just doubt myself and nothing would get done.

I always worry whether my writing is good.  I've simply come to the conclusion that not all of it's going to be good.  There are going to be drafts and revisions, good and bad critiscism, but if I let that get to me, I'm never going to go anywhere with it.  So I figure to get to the good stuff, I need to write through the bad.  More than likely you're going to read a lot more of my bad works, than my good ones, just because of the simple fact, most of them are probably bad.

That's okay though, I won't get good until I get through the bad.

On a different note Writer's Digest is on the list of top 50 magazines followed on Twitter! 
















Congratulations Writer's Digest!

Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening, or Good Night.....

Pending of course on where you live.  I live on the east coast and have been up since ridiculously early o'clock in the morning. I've just redone my blog.  Believe it or not having been started yesterday I quickly decided to bring it over to Blogger for the time being.  It's more flexible than other places and I seem to be able to do more here.  At least it wasn't a month or two into it before I switched.

Unfortunately since I've been up since ridiculously early o'clock and didn't go to bed till sometime between the dead of night and sunrise, I am utterly exhausted.  I need to finish this short story I've been working on and type up a few others.  I tend to write short stories in a journal.  This way I don't have as many shiny internet options distracting me.

Short attention span + Sully = Lots of distractions.

Then let's face it.  There's youtube, stumbleupon, twitter, facebook, etc etc.  I think they may have been designed by the devil to consume our souls sometimes.  You think you're going to watch just one video, but then it's another and another.

This is why I find writing in a journal (at least for short stories and poetry and random gibberish thoughts) so much easier.  I stay more focused and am more productive when there aren't so many things that give me an excuse to procrastinate.

Speaking of procrastinating.... I'm hopefully going to have a short story up later in the day.  I need coffee.  Perhaps a lobotomy. Though really, sleep does sound wonderful.  But I am up, so I might as well get into making this a productive day.  Coffee first.  Otherwise I will continue sitting at the computer looking like a lifeless zombie and probably go to do something and wind up staring at the screen.

Hello fellow bloggers, readers, writers, or just random people who may stroll by! This is my first post, on my new blog, on a new day.

Every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end.  I know my story has already started.  I’m somewhere in the middle right now, and to be honest, I have no idea where it’s headed.  There always seems to be confusion, and trials and tribulations, and honestly sometimes it feels like the world just wants to be beat me down into the ground.   It’s like a bully that kicks when you’re down and promises that if you get up you’re only going to suffer more.  Sometimes I get up and there’s more heartache to face, and sometimes I get up and the bully backs down.

Then there are the moments of happiness.  The days when for once everything goes right.  Whether it be just because I accomplished something, or I can feel the overwhelming love flowing over my husband.  Sometimes those days seem few and far between, but I’ve learned that if you don’t learn to look for them you won’t find them much either.

Confused yet?  Welcome to my life.

Here’s the thing about it though.  In all the chaos and malarkey, the shenanigans and confusion, one thing has always made sense.  One thing has always kept me sane.  Well at least mostly sane.

Writing.

Whether it be journal writing, poetry, songs, short stories, just typing up a massive vent to get my frustration out.  Writing has always been there to help me sort out my thoughts, let my creativity flow, and help me express my feelings.  It’s amazing, the power of words.  They can make people laugh, cry, feel empathy or sympathy, or a cascade of other emotions.  Yet it can be so hard to determine the right word to convey what you want to say.

I’ve been writing since I was seven years old.  Maybe since before then.  The only reason I’m proof positive of seven is because my mom went through an old photo album/scrapbook and pulled out a horribly hand written story by a seven year old, entitled The Haunted House.  I can’t say my tastes have changed much since then.  I enjoy writing dark fiction, urban fantasy, and horror (also reading them as well). I am honestly glad my mother showed me the story.  It made me realize that writing is something I’ve always done and will always do.  Nothing can stop me.  While all of it may not be, and probably isn’t very good, it’s something I am passionate about and enjoy doing immensely.

So, in honor of my passion, this blog is going to be dedicated to short stories, poetry, and any other scribbles that I’ve written.  I also intend to post about my writing process.  So prepare yourself for scribbles, rants and ravings, thoughts and ponders, good and bad stories, and a good old fashion vent from time to time.  Maybe in the process I’ll figure out where my personal life story is headed.  I hope you enjoy them!

SS