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I never know what to say, really

Posted in camp nanowrimo, Monday Mixer, writing with tags , on April 1, 2013 by Nellie

Last week I didn’t do any posting at all. Mostly due to work being a headache and coming home and the brain shutting off. On top of that, I did minimal writing (which sucked) and zero reading (which sucked even more). It had gotten to the point that I was getting irritated because I knew there was a book out by an author I like and I was either too busy or too tired to read it.

It was like that the whole month. It really, really sucked. The meetings haven’t stopped but I’ve told myself that I’m going to get up from my desk at work and do something, whether it’s read or writing. Just so that I can keep going out it and don’t get stuck. Bad enough I have three stories going and all of them are sort of stalled out now.

How do you deal with the work vs writing argument?

If it’s getting up early…yeah, I’m not a morning person so I don’t know how well that one is going to work. 🙂

I’ll be updating more regularly as the April Camp NaNoWriMo is going. The nice thing is that we can pick our own word count to achieve and I gave myself 30,000 to write this month.

Also, here is a Monday Mixer.

Sarah shifted the torch, pulling down the goggles before going to work on the piece of metal. Little pieces of swarf littered the floor under her feet.

“There you are.” The woman’s voice was faintly disapproving. “I don’t understand why you are doing this. It’s a perfectly good conservatory. Get the workmen to make it bigger.”

“I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself with just the glasswork needed to be done.”

“You shouldn’t have to do this. I don’t understand.” A heavy sigh. “You need to act more like a lady. This is going to be scandalous if people find out you are doing common work.”

Sarah felt the headache starting up already. “Mother. I don’t need a man. I don’t need anyone to help me do anything and no one gives a damn about if I get my hands dirty. YOU are the one who is scandalized. Not me.”

150 words


Monday Mixer and a bit of blues

Posted in flash fiction, Monday Mixer with tags , on March 4, 2013 by Nellie

I don’t think I’ll be writing much else tonight. I wanted to make sure that I had my Mixer up for the day. I don’t know if I have a bit of the bug that is going around. I’ve had zero energy to write or do anything else. I’m hoping that it goes away because I hate being sick. And tired. The past couple of days I’ve been calling it bedtime really early. It was a struggle to finish my half-nano, though I did it. I’m ready for Spring now.

Anyway, here is my Mixer. Enjoy!

The profligate satyr cackled as he carried the wiggling woman over his shoulder, throwing out caltrops behind him.

The woman screamed and clawed at his back before giving lucky kick to the stomach. He groaned and stumbled, sending the woman tumbling to the ground.

“Screaming won’t help you. Your man will come across my presents and find it hard to get to the hillock. Once we past through the doorway there, anyone will be hard pressed to find you.”

She pushed herself up, glaring at the fae creature. “I have no man. I am perfectly capable of defending myself.” She pulled out a large dagger. “I’m not the wailing, helpless women that you are used to in days of old.

The satyr looked from her face to the dagger and back before waving his hand. “Came at me, little warrior. Let’s see what you got.”

She growled, rushing at him.

Monday Mixer and Days off aren’t always relaxing

Posted in flash fiction, Monday Mixer, writing with tags , on February 18, 2013 by Nellie

It’s Monday Mixer time.

“Don’t expect anyone to come help you. This arboretum is on private property. I’m also the only one who has the key to the manacle. Give me what I want.” The blonde man sneered at the dryad.

“I told you, there is nothing that I can give you. I’m not a genie or a leprechaun. And they are even more dangerous.” Shehana looked down at the red mark around her ankle from the iron. “You are wasting my time and yours. The only thing important to me is my tree.”

“You’re lying. I’m supposed to believe that you have nothing at all?” He asked her, derisive. “Oh wait, you don’t have any power at all. It’s only the tree. I’ve read about dryads. You have a special powers.”

Shehana shifted her gaze to the tree. Branches moved towards them, shifting into a solid spike of wood. “Believe what you want.”

I had the day off due to Presidents’ Day and I spent most of it running around and doing little errands. I think I was finished around three but I didn’t get the kind of writing that I wanted to get done like I had intended to. It happens. That’s usually what happens. There are things that need to be done that always take a back seat to either work or the weekends.

I’m having a bit of an issue in that I saw that there is a chance to try for an anthology and I have a story that could work but as I try to rework it, it is going very slow. And the story is due on March 1st. Nothing worse than having a close deadline and the characters have decided that they are being stubborn. On top of that there is a bit of murder mystery too it. :/ Maybe tomorrow will be better.

Monday Mixer – Consequences

Posted in flash fiction, Monday Mixer with tags on February 11, 2013 by Nellie

I would like to say I have something to talk about but right now, everything is sort of a blank and my back is bothering me. So have some Monday Mixer flash fiction today and hopefully Wednesday I’ll have something interesting to talk about.

The gentle wind blew through the grasslands, making the white tents flutter as they sat on the lawn of the church. It was a calm moment broken by the acerbic commentary of the reverend as he thumped his hand on the bible. preaching about the evils of man and to avoid temptation.

No one questioned what he spoke of. He was following the word of God. There were pauses between eat passages so that they could sing along with the piping music from the harmonium that they had pulled out onto the small porch.

He preached against sinning and coveting thy neighbors wife and out of child wedlock was a surefire way to go straight to hell.

They were in the middle of the next hymn when his head snapped back and he collapsed. It took the organist to notice the neat hole in his forehead before the screaming started.

150 words

Monday Mixer – Risky Choices

Posted in flash fiction, Monday Mixer with tags , on February 5, 2013 by Nellie

This past week has gone pretty fast. But it’s time for another Monday Mixer, hosted by Jeffrey Hollar I was too late to enter this week because I totally flaked on remembering it last night but I thought I’d still have some fun.

The cabana was silent, except for the sound of a mortar grinding against the pestle.

Feet stompped on the steps outside and a heavy hand pounded on the shaky door.

“Witch! I know you’re in there.”

Bones creaked as the woman rose from the table, putting her current project aside to let in the bellicose man. “Do you have an issue?” She peered at him with wide eyes. The sclera of her eye bright red and unnatural.

The man continued to scowl though he refused to look her in the eye. “The potion didn’t work. My opponent is hale and ready to fight.”

The witch cackled before pointing towards a small table where a plateful of patisserie sat. “Have him eat one of those. You do need to be careful. Each time you do something, it will come back against you twice if you don’t pay.”

“I’ll take the chance.”