Excerpt...

I just finished up the disaster thriller from wriye. It's this year long writing forum I am a part of. Since I have finished it up I was pretty much left with out an idea. I have a few WIPs to work on but they weren't really hitting the creative gene. 

Since then I had a really good conversation going on in my head but I lost it before I could write it down. Last night after some work I finally came up with an idea that mirrored the conversation the best. 

Excerpt on a currently untitled story idea. Please let me know what you think. 

      Walking down the sidewalk, the perpetual sadness trying hard to push pass the always-lasting fake smile as she flipped the unnatural red strip of hair behind her ear for the twelfth time that walk.  What should have only taken ten minutes ended up taking an extra ten because she missed the turn, only to realize three cross streets passed where she needed to turn. As much as she tried to ignore the passer buyers, their sounds of talking, laughing, and even the occasional yelling pushed through her imaginary wall she often tried to put up.

      The noise droned into her ear, pushing her to move quicker to get away from the sounds that she dreaded. She hated the exuded happiness that came off her peers so easily, when she so often tried to actually to be happy. Only on the few occasions did she stop to think that maybe the people she crossed actually did the same as her and plaster a fake smile on, however just as quick as the thought past through it left just as quick.

      Pushing her sleeves further up her arms, she noticed Danielle perched on top the railing looking at the collection of students walking past her. Danielle’s eyes scanned the crowed until they rested on her. The little wave Danielle provided caused the instinctual raise of her hand in the half-ass greeting as her friend did for her. Friend, she almost hated that term but that is what the two girls could consider their mutual agreement would be considered. They related in almost all terms but the confiding which would occur in most friendships left little be desired. In fact, that happened to the be one of the first things that they could agree on, no sense in letting each other know things other than they didn't want that type of friendship.  

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I am terrible when it comes to grammar and p.o.v. but I am trying to work on it. So if you see anything that is off please by all means let me know. I know what it is supposed to say but it still doesn't feel right by me. 

Until next time, happy writing. 

Scared

I am scared about actually finishing something as in all through the editing process ready to submit something finished. Why am I scared? Thinking it is because then I have nothing stopping me from submitting but my own self.

I admit it on occasion but never to the degree that it bothers me. I am going to do that now in hopes that I can at least push forward.

My writing although I think is imaginative seems lacking something. Perhaps it is because in high school and some in college, the papers always suffered but it was never because of the content but because of the grammar. I am terrible at grammar spending hours upon hours trying to fix things only to be more confused.

I am a stay at home mom because at this point in time it was financially smarter to stay home then to go to work and pay for daycare only to be bringing home and extra 20-50 a week. That should change since I now have at least some kind of college degree but I have not really started looking only because we are waiting to find out about my husband’s job interview.

SAHM is not a bad thing it has become a wonderful thing. I have the ability to watch my kids grow up learning all kinds of things, watching the boys grow with each other. I am able to pick my daughter up from school. It has actually let me get a lot of writing done to improve upon myself. However, as I sit back and look what I have done. Spent hours writing instead of spending time with my family over the course of the past few years only to realize that I will probably never be published.

I want to be but I probably never will be. I have invested all this time for the possibility of nothing and I am scared. 

Until next time! 

Welcome 2013!

It is a new year. How about that?  2012 left and in came 2013. Are you ready for it?

The end of the year came sneaking up on me with a bang. It was fun and fine though. 

I did not achieve my personal goal of 100,000 words or something edited this past December but I did finish a few longer things. It is actually pretty awesome if I do say so myself. 

This year I intend on working toward completely finishing at least one novel, the whole editing process and all. Whether it will be ready for me to submit personally I do not know. Nervous, very nervous about even trying. What if it's not good? What if it is good? Will I always be trying to making it of worse what happens if the book takes off and I cannot write another one? 

It's almost easier to hide out but I do not think I will ever be satisfied just writing and never trying to do anything more. Besides if I never actually try then I feel bad for all the wasted time. Never should I ever be able think of it as wasted time. 

Going to spend the next few days actually planning on how I am going to achieve this. 

Until next time, Happy Writing!