Of Fires and Fleeting Chapters

Yes, this is another of my short little efforts, and I am not altogether happy with it but I am satisfied, for now. One more step on the journey to reach my ending. This is just Cragg and Nora (finally) meeting and, basically, getting over themselves. No kissing though. Too many people in the room :).

At some point in the near future I’ll post an added piece (I still have to write it, but I WILL) which should go much earlier in the story and foreshadow what’s to come. It’s about Nora and the supply cart.

Until next time.

This May be Harder than I Thought

Well, comrades, I wrote another chapter, and will attempt another today, (if I can dig myself out of the homework mountain), and I feel that I may have been a little rash with my end of October goal. I want to get this done so badly, but the 31st is approaching awfully fast.

I could get this done if I wanted too. I managed to pull 30,000 words out last year, despite starting out so behind, and I could totally do this one too. However, I think there is something else going on. I have a fear of endings, as I have a fear of titles. I have read so many books with anticlimactic or botched endings, and I am so afraid of doing the same thing. Despite its problems, I am prouder of this story than I am of anything I have ever written, and I don’t want to mangle it. This is why, although I do have a plan for ending it, I haven’t put as much effort into reaching that ending as I should have.

This Is Me Fist-Pumping


This chapter is short (2 1/4 pages) and largely comedy. BUT it is an important chapter. It is important because, as I will announce dramatically:

This is it, people. The beginning of the end. The final season. The fourth quarter. (See, I made a football reference. That’s how excited I am.) The darkness before the dawn. Look, I don’t know what else to call it but relief. Pure, solid relief. Casually-swiping-the-sweat-off-your-forehead-relief. Because I have found solid ground. I see an end. I will keep it in my sights and I will finish.

Steady feet, don’t fail me now.

No way to go but forward.

Full steam ahead.

Chapter Thirty Seven and Other Unexpected Things

Hey, look what happened! I like it because things happen. First we go to Trish in her own home, and then to a council meeting, and then to Cragg taking a step which will hopefully kick off some action!

As to the other things: I am not actually that worried about schoolwork for once, I am almost healthy, and I’ve added my first non-english  swear word to the story. Trish says it. I really don’t feel like I want to keep the damns and shits when I revise this thing, but I need to do some serious thinking about what to do in place of it…I hate when fantasy novels have people swear by ordinary things like Rocks! Sands! Seems ineffective in my mind. Anyway, put that on my list for draft 2. (oooh god, I am not writing a whole ‘nother one of these. Revision, not rewriting. I can’t handle that.)

A Strange Thing: This morning I woke up with no voice due to a cold and when I sneezed, it came back! Weird!


Yes, that is the title for this week’s poem. But it is something I have been thinking about lately. Are our memories ever truly our own? I know that there are some things I think I remember but I just think I do. And then there are the smells. All of my grandparents and friends’ houses have a certain smell, and I’m sure mine does too. I just can’t smell it, because I am so used to it. That’s very like other aspects of yourself. How many of us see ourselves totally differently then our family or friends do?

I will try to get some work done on the story this week. The first exams are behind me and I don’t work, so I should get something done. Hold me to it. If not, I’ll write again next Sunday.

New Pages and Programming

Ta-da, I did it! Welcome to bookyworm: the expanded site. I am excited to showcase two new offerings:

First, under Poem for the Week, there will be exactly that. In the beginning it will be older poetry I’ve written, but eventually I’ll run out and have to start writing more. (Remember this whole thing is a self-designed incentive program.) The poems will change on Sundays. For the first poem, I’ve put one about the writing process. Seemed fitting.

Under Miscellaneous you will find the brainstorms from before as well as the new Other Writing page. It’s not really miscellaneous in the true sense of the word, but I like the word.

So that is my brand-spanking-new content. Enjoy it!

Chapter Thirty Four

Another short one, but my focus was waning and I decided to leave it with a decent hook for the next one. We’ll see when that is. My birthday’s tomorrow, and I have to work on a story for my grandpa’s birthday, which is also coming up soon. Hmm, maybe I should put that on here too.

Chapter Thirty One…Finally

Nothing like a month-long hiatus in the middle of a chapter. I swear the way this meeting was going to go changed about ten times as I was writing it, which is one reason it took so long. I NEVER expected it end the way it did, and I really like it, but I have, once again, no idea where we’re headed. In the long run anyway. But here is the long delayed chapter. If it does what I hope it does, it leaves the waters even murkier.

A Poll Attempt

Look, I have absolutely no idea what is going to come out of this. (Or if I would use the results.) But anyway:



(I also broke 100 pages. The chapter isn’t done yet, though. I’m just relieved to be done with the craziness.)

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