Monthly Archives: November 2012

NaNoWriMo, the twilight hours.

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Phew! After thirty days of struggling with time and motivation, I’ve finally validated the rough rough rough draft of Ghost of a Chance. Clocking in at barely 50,500 words, it still needs an ending and a lot of polishing! And trust me, “a lot” is an understatement. 🙂

But, I am still proud of myself for sticking it out, and I am proud of all of you fellow nanowers too! Whether you won or just got started, you all created something. 🙂 ain’t it nice?

I look forward to reading your books!

-Tamara

 

NaNoWriMo 2012 – Day 10

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While we are officially approaching the end of the first 10 days of NaNoWriMo, I am pleased to report that I am on track! I’m actually a day ahead in the word count, which makes me very happy. I’ve got the best NaNoWriMo group in the world, I do believe. Anytime you get a group of crazy, inventive, like-minded individuals together, you are bound to have a great time. =) As a group, we have collectively written over 860,000 words these ten days, and I have personally contributed 18,179 of those words. Still got a little ways to go, but Riesa’s holding out okay. There is more I can throw her way, I’m sure. =)

So, as a little something extra, here is the rough, rough, rough draft of the first scene in Riesa’s 2nd book, Ghost of a Chance

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The man dressed as a monkey riding a unicycle while blowing bubbles during a 5k race was the most interesting that I’d seen all day, but that was before the snow started falling. Falling snow isn’t so unusual, but it was late October, clear skies, with a high of seventy-five degrees. In Alabama. During a burn ban for dry conditions. At least I didn’t think the Monkey-Man was my fault.

“Not again,” I groaned.

A nearby customer, tall woman with a cute orange sweater, stopped trying on shoes and looked out the same storefront window. “Huh. Funky weather today, yeah?”

I managed a half smile. “Yeah. Funky weather. Can I help you with anything?” I asked, turning away from the window and returning to marking down sale prices.

She waved me off with a smile. “I’m good for now, thanks,” and off she went to the boot isle. I slapped the last label on a pair of purple and black tennis shoes and retreated to unpack a new shipment, distancing myself from the storefront. It was unlikely that anyone would blame the weather on me, but you never know.

The truth is that it probably was my fault. For the past month, strange things had been happening all around me. For example, the weather would turn strange while my thoughts wandered to the gloomy side, or random objects would breaking or levitate depending on my moods. There was one instance where I accidentally made a man’s beard catch on fire. He was hitting on me at the transit station, so he kinda deserved it.

I set the tape gun down on a box in the storage room and grabbed the box cutters. In the past month, I’d had a lot of time to think about the whys and hows, and I came to the conclusion that it was because I was a baby-demonologist-slash-angel-descendant with lots of power and zero control. I had cut myself off from my soul-bound demon, Azaraphel, or Phil, as I called him, and I refused to call him for help. I was in Atlanta to avoid him, and asking for his help would have been counter productive.

Thinking about Phil brought those dark, heavy, unwelcome thoughts back. I wanted nothing more than to call Phil. Even worse, I wanted nothing more than to drive back down to Salem, back to my friends, and back to him. It was a shame that such a thing would end in disaster, like he and I destroying each other. Not that he knew this. I decided it best to keep him blissfully ignorant. Of course last I checked, he was totally furious with me. It thundered loudly enough to rattle the shelves in the storage room. So much for clear skies.

“Grimshaw, is there something going on in here?” Mr. Sorrels, the manager, peeked into the storage room just as a tremor hit. Shoe boxes fell off of shelves as they toppled over, setting off a domino effect across the room. I watched in horror, cast a protective circle around myself out of habit, and waited for the chaos to come to an end.

I stared slack jawed at the disaster around me. “Uh…” was all I managed to say.

“Grimshaw, you’re fired.”

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Well, that is all for Riesa tonight. If you are dying to hear more from Riesa, check out the first book in the series, Devil in the Details, now available on Amazon Kindle!

NaNoWriMo 2012 – Day 1

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It is finally the first day of November, and the first day of National Novel Writing Month! This is a very exciting time for me, because I means that I get to focus almost an entire month on doing the one thing I enjoy most: writing novels. =)

Okay, so maybe I like doing other things, too, like playing with my kids, helping with homework, snuggling my husband, eating and sleeping, but writing is my “ME” time. Well, me and the voices in my head.

Anyway, today has gotten off to a great start! I’ve got a new novel planned an in the works on the heels of “Devil in the Details”. The new novel title is “Ghost of a Chance”. I’ll post more details about it as I get closer to finishing the rough draft. =)

I’m off to a great start! 3652 words in the first 24 hours, and counting. My goal is 5000 words by the end of the day. Wish me luck!

And to all of you NaNo’ers out there, Good luck to you, too! Lets get writing!