Alice and Bug

Happy Tuesday, everyone.

A brief description of how my writing life is going: I’m trying. Which is marginally better than not doing it at all. And I like this little story.

Enjoy!

At the Stream in the Woods

Shout out to my husband for reading this short story before I posted it. Thanks, babe.

I haven’t been writing, but the other night I decided to just go for it. I typed the first two words without a single plan on what would happen and made myself keep going until I had something.

This isn’t brilliant, but it’s what I made, so I’m proud enough of it. And it gave me something to work on (and freak myself out with). Why every time I try to work up a short story, I make it like the first five minutes of Supernatural, I have no idea. Maybe because I like to leave open endings with scary stories and don’t have to come up with a complete resolution. Or maybe there’s something thrilling about trying to scare the stuffin’ out of myself in the shortest amount of time.

Anyway, without further ado, here’s At the Stream in the Woods:

Advertisement

I Should Be In Bed Right Now

I went to bed at 10 a couple times this week and it felt amazing. Once upon a time, I was a night owl. Now I’m a night owl forced into being a morning bird.

Update: Day Twenty-Eight

I was behind for several days, always writing but never getting quite enough words. Sometimes a post to my blog was as much writing as I got done, but it still meets the goal I had set for myself. Last night I managed to hit 45,000 words, officially on par with what the word count needed to be yesterday. Today I need 46,667 if I want to be on track.

Wait, Go Back

The only way to finish something is to keep moving forward. No matter what, just keep plunging ahead.

Update Day 20

I have struggled all month long with my word count. Day after day I saw the bar in my graph not quite hit the goal line. But yesterday I finally met it! I wrote over 4,000 words to get there and it felt awesome.

Blocked Up

How do you prevent writer’s block?

Why NaNo

Once upon a time I was sitting in a class at school, I think it was in sixth or seventh grade but it might have been a little later on. A guy, and I don’t remember who, came up to me and asked if I’d ever participated in NaNoWriMo.

“What???” I think was my response.

Time

You know what’s hard about writing in the morning before work? Every second I sit here unable to type because I can’t think of what to say feels like a second wasted because I don’t have time for this!

To the Writer

Dear Writer,