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I don’t know much, but I know this…


I don’t know much, but I know this…

I failed at the NaNoWriMo challenge….my 50,000  WORDS didn’t Happen….I was about  2 weeks in and had 17,000 words done….about 1,500 Word average a day for me.  I was doing fairly well. Making good head way to really amp it up and get myself to the 50,000 by the end of November.

WHEN BLAM….my body said to me…”Hey, your doing TOO well…time to get sick, so FUCK you!”

Yep.  I am just now getting over it. I had NOT Much energy except to maybe pull myself to work and try not to fall asleep at my desk.

My voice for few a days   sounded like Kermit the Frog after chain smoking for 30yrs. (no kidding)

It sucked….I HATE HATE HATE having no energy for anything …..  like  reading, writing, sex ,movie going, work, sex again…etc….

C’mon gods of Fates and Dillusionment!   Give me a break!

So this December will be my own private NaNoWriMo……Fuck you fates you don’t own me.

The sun has set on the old day I am going to get this Novel done its a new day coming. ‘Nuff said.

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Images to JUMP start that brain for NaNoWriMo !!!


Don't be afraid  to embrace a stranger....meaning the words you haven't met just yet.
Don’t be afraid to embrace a stranger….meaning the words you haven’t met just yet.

NaNoWriMo Bitches!   and I cannot yell it loud enough!  (sorry I’m channeling Jessie from Breaking Bad there)

I thought I would root through the web for you guys and  JUMP START YOUR BRAIN;  to  INSPIRE, to PUSH, ENCOURAGE,   to SLAP you awake,  or to  SHAME you to write and KEEP WRITING!

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Whatever it takes to get you to keep writing I’ll do it …so don’t be a slacker….I mean it. That means you.  Who me?  Yeah I’m talking to you.  Get off that porn site or those fuzzy little kitties playing on  YouTube.   Or those Fuzzy little kitties watching porn…WHAT?…never mind…just turn it off and get to work!

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We are already nearing the second week of the contest very soon,  that foot should still be on the gas pedal ….I don’t care if you’re  ahead of  the word count or not….no coasting BITCHES!

I pull out my Uzi and lay them low...one by one RAT TA TA TAT the words just flow...BOOM!
I pull out my Uzi and lay them low…one by one RAT TA TA TAT the words just flow…BOOM!

Like building something with Legos when you were a kid, you didn’t know what is was going to be, but that didn’t stop you.

Words from another world During NaNoWriMo


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NaNoWriMo Contest has started for me….  ME!

I have written thousands of words…I will tell not you how much because I don’t wish to jinx it…but it’s coming,  their coming….the words….I’m pulling them from the air as the words float down… grab…grab snag…

A snowball rolling down a mountain. It’s slowly getting Bigger! This world that I am building. I hope I can control it…

It’s  getting clearer  day by day  I  think….I’m feeling the world….getting into the characters….their struggle is my struggle…I want to find their resolution…give them an adventure….make them suffer….fail…pull themselves up and make them realize the greatness that can be theirs…

Wish me LUCK!….and whoever else is participating in the contest or even writing their own story outside the contest…I wish you luck….your struggle in this endeavor is yours…remember that…at the end of the day..the story is yours…own it and finish it , give yourself the story if no one else…and most of all enjoy the experience. …:)

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No such thing as luck (good or bad)  in your endeavors…just keep plugging away at it….and it will build upon itself….

Progress so far in my NaNoWriMo Contest – A Short Synopiss of my NOVEL


Working Title-   The Creature in the Culvert

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Calvin Williams is a very  intelligent  misunderstood teenage boy who is bullied constantly at school because of his eccentricities that mark him as different there. Him and his brother live with a mom who is doing her best to make it work.  A sometimes violent undependable  father lurks at the edge of his life causing more stress for his already stressful life. Through all this Calvin finds refuge in a world he has discovered. A magical world of his own making? Or is it something more?

Carlos Escobar, a tough kid, the youngest kid  from a big family with high expectations for him to make it when all the rest have not. But he has fallen in with two others that have brought out the worst in him in his need to rebel  against what others want of him. And there is secret which no ones about that is slowly causing him to unravel.

Elizabeth (Lizzy) Preston,  new student to Two Rivers High School,  she’s pretty, strong, intelligent, and driven  but comes from a past that leaves her guarded, and borderline paranoid of people’s real intentions. High school is just a stepping stone to get on with her life and get away from a family she can’t stand.

Three distinct individuals on three very different paths will find themselves slowly spiraling towards a new magical reality they could only dream and a darkness that has laid hidden for thousands of years but now has been awoken with designs of its own with all three of them at the center of it.

WORDS WRITTEN FOR NOVEL SO FAR –  5,700  Words

Excerpt below from start of Novel –

Calvin had always believed in magic. He didn’t care what anyone else thought. They could doubt all they wanted. There was a hidden world which we cannot see sitting right in front of our faces, most everyone was too busy, too blind, or too stupid to see it. Calvin saw it in the trees as the ethereal distance winds kissed the leaves as it flew through the branches. He spied it dancing in the fire amidst the embers at night; little tiny sprites hopping from log to log amidst the flames. He smelled it in a wild rose growing in a crowded field of jostling weeds flinging its pheromones to attract the butterflies to alight on its silken petals. He heard it in the babbling brook as the water played upon the rocks behind his home whispering to the frogs as it traveled on downriver. He felt it in the rough stone he caressed in the palm of his hand; an ancient power from ages past unearthed from the deep bowels of the earth from the crumblings of a mighty stone titan long dead. It was everywhere if you would only choose to see. The magic spoke to him because he chose to listen and he almost understood what it was saying

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And yes that slip in the title to my blog is intentional…:)