With NaNoWriMo just around the corner, I decided to try to meet some writers in the area. While I miss my group in Collin County, The North Texas Rough Writers, I have to face the uncomfortable fact that I’m in West Texas for the time being, and maybe it would be a good idea to cultivate new friends in the area. UGH!!!
If you don’t know me by now, you should know that I don’t enjoy meeting people. You have no idea how much I wish I did, but I retreat into myself no matter how much I want to meet and participate. It’s a wonder I’m able to function at all! So, knowing how difficult it is for me, I put on my big-boy pants and I drove to Lubbock to attend a Meet and Greet at a coffee shop not far from the Texas Tech campus. Boy howdy, was…
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I finally hit the point of collapse, at least as far as my story goes. When I last visited you, I shared an excerpt from the book I’m rewriting, which I’m calling Jasmine, but formerly called Unseen Obsession. I hate that title!
I’ve been doing some minor revisions in grammar, language, and spelling. I’ve cleaned up a few scenes, adding and subtracting as needed to ensure a coherent story line, but I’m not at a point where minor revisions become wholesale rewrites. As written, Jasmine is sent an envelope with white powder in it, which can only be assumed to be anthrax. So far so good. But then? Nothing. It turns out to be bogus and it disappears. There’s no point in having it in the story if there’s no real drama attached to it!
Either I have to ramp up the pressure to find out who’s behind the…
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Arran Swinn is a captain without a ship, a man who is trying to rebuild after an unfortunate disaster at sea. After securing enough money, he buys an old ship, The Tortoise, and begins to look for a crew, though securing cargo becomes his next challenge.
When Elargwyd, one of the Neneckt – a race of sea-dwelling creatures who have the ability to change their appearance – comes to the captain, looking for passage, he reluctantly accepts the job, though one passenger isn’t much of a cargo. Arran looks for an old client in the hopes of securing something profitable, but he is turned away. He is therefore surprised when packages mysteriously arrives from the client. Arran accepts the payment without regard to what the packages are.
That decision begins a series of disasters, each pushing Arran further along a path where he is…
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Today is Friday, and this is my last day off until next Saturday. I hate working long stretches. Hell, I hate working, period. No, let’s be positive. I have a job. It pays me a pathetic wage, but at least it’s in a currency that (still) has some intrinsic value attached to it. Tomorrow I’ll get off at a reasonable time, and I’m positive I hate working, period.
See? Who says I’m always negative? Silly people. Joking aside, I will have to work seven days, but then when I get off next Friday, I’ll be leaving immediately to Corpus Christi, a mere 654 miles (1052 km) away. That’s in no way exhausting. I think I need a nap.
Next Saturday, the family is getting together to celebrate my Grandmother’s birthday, so in spite of my whining, it’s actually worth it. She’s my last grandparent still alive. It would be nice…
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Why is it that I’m so brilliant in my mind that I am in real life? You know what, please don’t answer that. I really do not want to know. Seriously, it was a rhetorical device to introduce my topic of conversation, which is how I can create something so poetic when I’m nowhere near a computer, or pen and paper, and I’m stuck staring at a blank page when I am. Where does that creativity go?
I know, I’m probably not as eloquent as I think I am in my daydreams. I sure as hell not that great of a writer to begin with, but I try. I write what I feel at the moment, and later I can’t help but feel insecure about what I committed to writing. Is it good enough? Are you, the reader, able to understand what I’m trying to say? Am I just being paranoid?…
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I must be a glutton for punishment. Come to think of it, wouldn’t that make me a masochist? Digression aside, I’ve signed up for my fourth NaNoWriMo. Please, please. I’ll continue once the applause has subsided.
Okay? Good. Yes, once again I’m throwing my hat into the writing arena, and I’m excited to be doing this again. I don’t know why I bother. In spite of my goals, I haven’t once published any of my novels, NaNo or otherwise. This year’s novel is a prequel to my first novel, The Son of the Father, written primarily from Giada’s point of view instead of Fr. Mendoza. I hope it works out.
I’ve won every year, and I plan on winning again this year. I’ve wanted to write this book for a while now, and I think this is as good a time as any to do it. Once I’m done, I…
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