writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia

I've been promising I'd write for ages, but my job (which I'm looking to leave) Is killing my time and creativity. However, I think I'll be changing my layout soon and hopefully I can post some of the stuff i have managed to write.

I've been editing my nano novel as well as reeling over the fact I've been essentially asked to write a screen play for actual monies! More details on this later; i just wanted to poke my head in.

Sooo...I DID IT! I hit 50K during tonight's NYPL write-in! I've won my very first Nano ever! Did I win? Yes. Am I finished? Hell no. There's a LOT left to do. I also realized that this series would go so much better if instead of reasonably long books in a 3-part series, it was a 5+ book series of shorter novels. Just based on the sheer amount of crap that's going on. It's just too much to cram into three. It'd tired out the brain trying to go through all of that.



I deserve a huge reward! Excerpt coming soon!

Haven't posted here since last week. I broke 30k on Monday! I am feeling quite accomplished even though I look at my outline and go "wtf was this what I was supposed to be writing?" Because ummmm, it's not really? Anymore?

Also, I realized all my excerpts so far were like...um horrible nightmarish things and wanted to point out that YES THERE ARE GOOD PARTS TOO. There is ROMANCE or something like it. ANYWAY I am clearly on crack as you can see from the random caps, so here is a HAPPY EXCERPT OKBYE.

( Bow chicka bow bow! )

No, I have no idea who the hell Marisol is. Bitch showed up in my story without permission.

For those of you reading along. I haven't looked at my outline in two days and I have no idea where I am except that I have over 17k words of...stuff. So here's some stuff for you.

( You may want to not be eating when you read this )

My brain is so wiped that I'm going to bed before the 11 o'clock news. What is this?

Two days into nano and I'm at over 10,000 words. I'm incredibly proud of myself. I have no idea what the hell I've written but that's not the focus right now. I'm just opening my brain and letting words fall out and I'll worry about making editing changes and, well, sense later on.

I posted an excerpt in my nano profile, and I'll share it here.

"Hey! Wait for me!" I yelled and I picked up my pace, running around two small children playing with a pink and red colored ball. The sun shone brightly through the trees as I chased the figure ahead of me, and I held up a hand to shade my eyes from the suddenly blinding light. The figure ahead hopped over a low park bench, but I went around, suddenly feeling like I couldn't possibly jump that high. To my left, a flock of crows suddenly fled the tree they were hiding in, their cawing sounding more like laughter than like a simple bird-call.

I made the mistake of looking at them as they took off, and when I turned back to my chase, the figure ahead of me was gone. I didn't stop running though, even though I knew I'd lost whoever it was. I ran until I found an old playground in a forgotten part of the park, rundown, and rusting. The old metal slide had chipped paint and the bottom rung of the ladder was broken. The swings were in worse shape. The chains holding some were broken, leaving the swings to hang and move sadly in the wind. One swing was missing entirely, the two long chains dangling off into nothing. In the far side, near the broken sprinkler, a small child was huddled.

This wasn't whom I'd chased here, and yet I approached her anyway. She was maybe about seven years old, with brown curly pigtails, and was holding a small blond doll. I had slowed to a walk as soon as I reached the playground, and I kept a cautious pace as I came closer. "Hi," I said, uncertainly. "Are you okay?"

The little girl lifted a tear-stained face and looked up at me, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she just closed her eyes and screamed.

Yeah it was writing this that helped cement the fact that my genre has shifted from the last shreds of fantasy into horror and supernatural. Bring on the fear factor. I wrote a second scene similar to this one that...was creepier honestly, and I'll probably post that excerpt a little later.

I woke up out of my Thera-Flu induced sleep to wrote down a plotbunny. When I woke up for real real hours later, I sat down and proceeded to come up with two more secondary/tertiary characters for my nano novel. I'm surprised I hadn't realized how necessary they were until now. I've even figured how exactly how they fit in. They have their own interesting abilities that will help or maybe hinder the progress of everything else.

Oh and I added some more images to my last post. :D

Basically I had one of those brain-splodey moments AND IT NEEDS TO BE MONDAY NOW SO I CAN START WRITING. I'm going crazy with the pre-planning.

While going through my outline today, I realized something pretty terrible has to happen to the second main character in my story. Not the one whose POV it's from, the other one. This isn't just for the sake of something to happen; I realized that based on the circumstances, there's no way that after certain things happen (kidnapping, forced sleeplessness), there's no way he wouldn't be a little messed up in the head after this. It's a new conflict to work with, and something to propel the third part of the story along.

Now to research the effect of lack of sleep. It ain't gonna be pretty.

I've figured out a little more about two of the supporting characters as well, the twins Delia and Cynthia. I...just need a last name for them >.>

EDIT: And the four main characters all have names. Jared Williams, Shannon Reilly, and Cynthia and Delia Kostas. I also came up with a few more creepy creatures to add into my whole dream creatures roster. It also just occurred to me I pretty much have zombies in my story.