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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 – Round and Round

Posted in flash fiction with tags , , on January 28, 2013 by Nellie

There is a new flash challenge out there. Jeffrey Hollar’s Monday Mixer.

There is still time to get your entry in. Flash fiction is fun.

Round and Round

Jane wandered through the oubliette, rubbing a dirty hand across the back of her neck. Dealing with fae was the most pain in the ass thing she had to do. Especially Greek fae. They loved their labyrinths. They seemed to be really fond of them. If she had to fight a minotaur, she was going to have words with Cimon. He thought he was funny.

Jane came to a stop and looked at the two pathways that branched to either side of her. She pulled out the drachma and flipped the coin.

“Heads is right, tails is left.” It gleamed in the low light as it flipped over and landed in her palm. She turned left and walked down that pathway. It wasn’t long before she was hearing the discordant pipe music. A slow grin spread across her face. “Got you, you pain in the ass.”

Satyr was going down.