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Super Shortie Saturday!

The website is semi functional. The most important part is that the Dreamhunter page works. 🙂

This Saturday, a preview of my steampunk in progress: "Go Away Girls"

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It’s when the pipes hiss that she hates living here. A high pitched wail echoing off the buildings and all the animals cry in response, creating one big auditory torture device out of the city. The vaguely human shaped puddle at her feet didn’t inspire any ballads about Trixa, either.

I have more but I’m not telling. Neener, neener. XD

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UGH!!

So I’m sitting here, typing up my hard copy of Greenhouse and – I’m sure every writer says this at some point but – this sucks. Big time. Now, I knew this going to be a lot of work because this part of the hard copy I wrote during NaNoWriMo and it’s more brain vomit than polished prose but WOW.

It’s so bad, I’m not even THINKING of editing it right now. There’s just no point. Besides, in a certain mood, cleaning up and fleshing out scenes is really fun. Even the really difficult ones are like a puzzle and it gives me this great "ah HA" moment that’s completely worth the work. 🙂

That said, I better get back to it.

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SLUMP!!

I’m having one of those spells where I spend more time staring at the wall than writing. I crank out a couple choice sentences and then nada.

I’m sure my inspiration will strike at a completely inopportune time. Until then, I suppose I’ll keep editing and typing up what I’ve written. Somehow, typing up what I’ve written always shakes something loose.

And don’t ask me how the website is coming along. I’ll get there. :p

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Super Shortie Saturday!

While I work on the website (torture I tellz ya), here’s a bit to keep ya busy. >}

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             He rises from the cold slab, burnt, decaying, crackling as the crust that was once soft, silky flesh breaks when he moves.  The nurse takes a deep breath to scream out her horror, but she makes the big mistake of catching his eyes, still intact, still brighter than any violet stone set in metal.  She lets her scream out in a rush of a sigh, her skin reddening and warming, lust overtaking nausea.

            He ambles over to her, and she flattens herself against a wall, knocking something nondescript on the floor.  His desire inflames hers and she shivers when his labored breath dances across her neck, though it gurgles from his nose.

            “I will not take what is not freely given.”  His voice jangles his vocal chords, and he speaks overly slow to make himself understood.  “Will you give me what I need?”

            She wants to, with all her being, she wants to give those eyes whatever they want.  A face flashes though her mind, important but undetailed in the second it takes to pass and her head shakes in the negative in such a small degree, only he can tell she’s even done it.

            “Very well.”  He says, his mouth traveling away from her head entirely.  He succumbs to his own weight, kneeling clumsily and taking her soft hand in his own to kiss a band on her left hand.  When she sighs in disappointment, he says “Your loyalty to your man has saved your life tonight.  Buy your man a flower when you return home.  Place it on a tray with his breakfast when he wakes.”

            When she gathers herself enough to look where those lips have touched her, he is gone.

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It’s that time again!

"Dreamhunter" has been updated with chapter 11 and I fixed the code so all the text is one color. This weekend, I will once again tackle building the website. Each chapter will have its own page instead of my audience being forced to scroll through the whole story over and over again

Now, off to write! I have 16 pages to get through before tonight. I’m goin out! >D

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Super Shortie Saturday

I’ve decided Saturdays will be the days I post little story snippets. Some are in finished stories, some are in current projects, some are plain ole brain farts. It’ll be fun. Enjoy the ride.

"Once upon a time, a man fell through a portal to another world. He was beset upon my the creatures who lived there and immediately killed. The end.
What? Not good enough? Pity… This way would have been much kinder."

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Well, that didn’t work

My weekend of fun was indeed much fun but not so much in the way of work really got done. XD Me and my friend had out own private wine tasting in our awesome room. While we enjoyed some of the fine (and not so fine) wines that Long Island has to offer, we ate cheese and Triscuts, she watched the last season of True Blood and I did more wine enjoying that writing. I even have a very proud wine stain on the page where I believe I completed an entire sentence. :p

This is also the first time I’ve really been near entire episodes of True Blood. It was season two and I really have to wonder when they have time to shove in a plot between all the sex they were having! I overheard more sex in those few episodes than I really believe I’ve had in my entire life. Ever. One MUST believe a vagina just gets tired, ya know?

Anyway, I returned home to the same child who didn’t miss me at all and frankly barely cared I was gone. 9_9 So, I was easily able to make up a page or so after I got back since she wanted nothing to do with me. I have been told this is a phase but still, hearing her say "I don’t like you. Go away! I don’t want you!" is very much akin to being stabbed in the heart. I did warn her that she shouldn’t say such things to her mother so close to her birthday but toddler rage is swift and absolute.

The worst thing about trying to fit my creativity in around what little time I have with my daughter was having to hear that she hates my writing. You may be surprised at how profound a near three year old can be. She hates my writing because she rather me spend time with her. The flip side is how she does treat me when she has all my attention (see above paragraph). Now, I would love, love, LOVE to involve her with my writing or just have her head on one knee and my notebook on the other. But I don’t get work done. She fidgets, demands water, or insists I write her name all over the page. History will be very intrigued by scans of my original manuscripts, let me tell ya. XD

Since her birthday is next week, I have taken several days off from Day Job and will try to sneak in a page or two while she refuses to be interrupted during Sesame Street. Yes, my kid watches TV. That may be part of why she has such an amazing vocabulary and makes up these wild stories. 0.0 Then again, she may indeed be her mother’s daughter. 😉

On that poor parenting note: Off to writing and perhaps a little sketching. We’ll see.

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Dear Mother Nature

I respect you. Revere you. Heck, I even worship you. So you know it’s with no disrespect when I say, it’s’ MAY! What the fucking hell?!?!

Your semi-obedient daughter,
Lenni

On the writing front, tonight I’m typing and hoping I get enough done to update this Friday. My creativity has been a bit schitzo lately. Probably the tiredness from the equally schitzo weather. T_T But I shall push though it and get as much done as physically possible. This means I won’t be slavishly updating the facebook and twitter pages like a nut and hunting for responses. I’ve wasted so much time doing that. 9_9 I know networking is important but having a product worth networking FOR is much more important.

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Makin the effort

The mythical "They" says I must blog every day to be a success. So, the Lenni has a couple questions: What kinds of things would you all like to read from me every day? Do YOU blog every day? Would endless complaints about how the blank pages mock me or how Open Office fucks up the formatting in my Word 2007 files? Do you want to hear a library rant every so often? Cause I got plenty of those. XD

Ya’ll gotta let the Lenni know, people. I do enjoy the occasional personal question but I reserve the right not to answer. (Bwahaha!)

Anyways, on to writing type news. There are day to day activities that tend to inspire me to write different things. Weeding and collection development are two of those things. Looking for books on certain subjects usually exposes gaps in subject matters that I never would have thought to write about.

I tend towards fiction. You can fact check elements of fiction (yes, I have been fact checked) but on the whole the "make shit up" aspect tends to leave me free of reality’s constraints. But every so often, I get a bug up my ass to write non-fiction. This time, it’s particularly strong. Like, "I have half an outline in my head already," strong. Should I go for it? I mean really? I should post a tally of my current projects to make this question a bit meatier… XD

Anyways, it’s out there and up for consideration. We shall just have to see what falls where. 🙂

Till later, babies!

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Oh consarnit…

Here I was thinking LoudTwitter was working while I was neglecting my blog, but noooOOOooo… T_T

Anyways, to catch up, the edits on "Dreamhunter" are done and the text has gone to the right people. ^_^ Including some cover art from the lovely and talented . No previews of the art till I’m sure it’ll really be on the book.

Let us all cross our fingers and toes, shall we?

In the mean time, I have resumed work on "Greenhouse," as well as several other projects. I have been doing a very good job of keeping up with my quota despite my ever evolving workout schedule and my new addiction to Mad Men. XD

Till later!