No NaNo

Oct. 31st, 2010 12:14 pm
tinhuviel: (Never Wrong a Writer)
I've decided not to participate in NaNoWriMo this year. With the new puppy eating my time on the computer combined with the fact that I have no new ideas for writing this year, I just don't see how trying to get 50,000 written in a month is feasible. Besides, I came close to achieving that earlier this year with The Augury of Gideon, so I'm not too very disappointed with myself. There's always next year and 2012. It'd be fun to write a novel right before the Alpaca Lips.
tinhuviel: (Angry Writer)
That is the question. I did NaNoWriMo last year, writing what turned out to be half of The Blood Crown last year. I won the competition, got my certificate and winner icon, and all that good stuff. This year, I'm finished with The Vampire Relics trilogy, so I've nothing more to write of that. What would I write about? I'm seriously asking anyone reading this. Comment and tell me what you think I should write about.

[Poll #1627498]
tinhuviel: (CadmusOrphaeus)
So I have Orphaeus and Cadmus improvising a song on stage at one point in The Blood Crown. And, being the Method Writer that I am, I was improvising right along with them, writing out what they decided to sing as they sang it. This is what came out. I wrote this during NaNoWriMo, so I really don't remember writing it. That's how it is for me during NaNo. It's like Trance Writing or something. It's trippy, like an LSD experience or something. I dunno. But whatever, this sounds like something Mike Myers would read in a coffee house after marrying an ax murderer.

When all is dreaming out amongst the night, my dearest darlings
You and I, we're wont to fly, like wraiths and dreams,
delighted Darklings
When moon is bright with howl of wolf
And Piper's Gate at Dawn is locked
'Gainst all but the mad and lost
You and I, we're wont to dream, like flights of fancy
dark in the delights of our reverie
As ripples drawn against the reflection
Cast upon a secret sacred pool
We'll see the promise of all the delights
What the Earth has to offer
And those ripples go ever outward
Growing larger and taking in the whole of Creation
The ever-hungering Hermit who winds the clock
With utmost concern to be had.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Dark Eyes)
I've won!

50,059 words!



I ended with Cadmus pondering his altar and the fact that he...just shed some tears! I know, what the hell, right? I thought the same thing yesterday when I wrote it. That's pretty much why I stopped writing, because I was angry with the story at it heading in that direction so soon. But, the story knows better than I. As the Cylons would say, "All this has happened before, and all of it will happen again."

Honestly though, I can't believe I've finished early, especially after being so sick for so long. I attribute part of it to my sharpening my speed skills with those Date stories. I was pumping out two and three thousand words a day at times with those, so 1667 words was really not an issue for me. I was ridiculously ahead when I fell ill and used my reserve to fortify my word count, so I was never really behind like I thought I was.

I'm about 20,000 words away from actually finishing The Blood Crown. I'm going to continue writing on it today but, tomorrow, I have a review to write for Lighterthief's EP, Hard Listening. The release is on 1 December, and I promised Stuart Rowe I'd have the review for him to spread around at the time of the release. And, no, I haven't been procrastinating on this. I just got the press kit today, so I'm jumping on this to help the Lighterthief crew out...and Barry Andrews, of course. ::big wicked grin:: I've already forwarded the press kit to the contacts I still have in the music business, asking them to spread it around like warm butter.

After the reviews, I've promised [livejournal.com profile] acook I would write a collaborative J-fic with [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh that involves Femme Joker (you'll just have to wait and see what that's all about) and Batman. We'll be working on that in December. Once that's done, my J-fic writing days will come to a conclusion. I think that's rather fitting, since I saw the movie last December and began writing fics in January. I'll just end it all on my kind of one year anniversary. The Joker Blogs are also coming to an end soon, so it all works out nicely in the Great Scheme of Things.

Then it will be back to The Blood Crown with a vengeance. I want to finish as soon as I can so I can go directly into The Augury of Gideon. I'm in a serious mood to write my Vampires, particularly Cadmus Pariah and the mortated (that's a word in my book ~ mortation - the transformation of a Vampire back into mortal form) Faust, now going by his mortal name Kallum. Writing "The Sainted Confessor" almost killed me, but it also kind of redeemed me writing-wise, and it gave me the key to writing The Augury of Gideon, so I'm excited. Very excited indeed and absolutely, all billshat aside.

I don't know what 2010 will bring, except a new Shriekback album I wholly intend to help promote to the full extent of my resources and abilities, but I do know I'll be writing my way through it all, and still looking for that elusive publisher. There's so much more for Cadmus to do...to so many people. I'll close with this, because I can - ha ha ha!



Cadmus had broken the Circle long before. He’d stood shortly after Kelat’s speech and walked away from the other Vampires. Let them remain in solemnity, wallowing in fairy tales and dead religions. He was outcast. He would embrace his station and leave them to it. He stood at a secret window in the sanctuary, staring up into the infinity of the stars that watched over this lush garden of a planet, a bounty to both human and Vampire, and especially to Cadmus Pariah. The whites of his eyes shimmered in the pale light, but the iris and pupil absorbed even the faintest of beams. He’d spent centuries listening to people praise the ethereal beauty of his eyes, how alien and magnetic they were. Many of these same people had had their souls ripped from them by way of those magnificent, measureless eyes. He felt every one of them now, and heard them too, whispering still in desperation for release.
tinhuviel: (Have a Nice Day)
I think I am done for the day. I am Le Tired.

tinhuviel: (Can't Stop Writing)

tinhuviel: (Cadmus Castigation)
I wrote a little over 2000 words today in amongst doing a little promotional work for The Joker Blogs (he has over 11,000 subscribers on You Tube now. That rocks like nobody's business) and running about a 3-hour errand. I hadn't been out in days, I'd been so sick. Today I got back in the groove of things. The words flowed pretty easily. What I was writing was another Tarmian memory embedded in Orphaeus' psyche. This material is almost 25 years old and never written down. It's always been in my head, the basis of the origin of the Vampire curse carried by the Original Ten Tarmi. The memory he relates has to do with the five centers of wisdom established on Earth by the Tarmi. And it also holds a tiny bit of prophecy that will be important in the third book, The Augury of Gideon. I'm really looking forward to writing Augury. Once I finish The Blood Crown, I'll probably just go right into Augury of Gideon. I want to delve into more of the Vampire prophecies and I miss Faust/Kallum. I'm looking forward to resurrecting him and having him interact with Cadmus, carrying the full memory of the atrocities Cadmus visited upon his person. The dynamics I feel when I think about those two gets me all tingly.

If I don't end up with another rare tropical disease, I think I'm going to win NaNoWriMo. I won't have The Blood Crown finished, but I'll have it about three-quarters of the way, so it won't take long to bring it to a satisfactory conclusion. I already have that in my mind. The only thing I don't know about is what Cadmus and Orphaeus face when they finally enter the catacombs under the Vatican. I guess they'll tell me when they get there. Cadmus has certainly been wordy of late, so I'm sure he'll disclose what he needs to when he feels like it. Ha ha!
tinhuviel: (orphaeus prince of beasts)
Can you tell it's been an Orphaeus day? Jeez... Is NaNo over yet? Just keep these videos coming, though. Don't look, [livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker! You might get eskeert!

tinhuviel: (Cadmus Pariah)
Depending on what happens with B and Dude in the next 15 days, I may actually win NaNoWriMo. Miracles...they apparently never cease.

The Blood Crown ~ NaNoWriMo Participant

Recovering

Nov. 15th, 2009 02:20 pm
tinhuviel: (CadmusOrphaeus)
I woke up to three response emails from B, Cadmus with a sense of humour (written during fever and sleep), overcome with the spirit of the Mothman, a friend being stared at by Judge Mental, the promise of a conversation to come, and over halfway through NaNaWriMo somehow miraculously ahead.

Does this mean I'm getting better?

Does this mean things in general will get better?

If Cadmus can have a sense of humour about literature, involving Stephen King, John Fowles, and Clive Barker...then I can be optimistic.

Here's to Dengue!
tinhuviel: (Faust)
The oddest thing is driving me to finish The Blood Crown: The Augury of Gideon, specifically the character of Kallum McCreary, the mortal incarnation of the Vampire Faust. I'm about to get to "The Sainted Confessor" section of The Blood Crown. Despite falling victim to Dengue and not hardly writing at all for the past three days, I'm still current on my word count with The Blood Crown. I even have added some of the cushion that allowed me to fall deathly ill and not suffer stress from being behind on NaNo. In the past two hours, I wrote over 1700 words. It's like I was possessed. Then again, I was writing Cadmus. I was actually writing as Cadmus, so I was kind of possessed.

But then iTunes decided to play "True Colours" by Cyndi Lauper. This is the song that helped create the Angel that began to visit Faust during his tribulation. She always came to him in a kind of a rainbow and would disappear by descending into his body. This song also said a lot about the character of Faust. Despite his Vampiric nature, he never lost his human spirit, which was inherently good. He was a genuinely good soul. I want to show this in The Augury of Gideon, even though his mortal self returns as a little wounded. He returns with memories of what Cadmus did to him as Faust and he finds himself being forced to align with the entity who visited such agony upon his person.

Then again, had it not been for Cadmus, Faust would never have been sainted. He would never have returned to his mortal state as Kallum McCreary. I'm wondering if Kallum will purchase a Triquetra to wear in The Augury of Gideon. Not only would it be a nod of appreciation and honour to Bear McCreary, but it would also fit in the story, representing the three Vampire Relics and the fact that Kallum will be the key to unlocking the Augury of Gideon. I'm thinking it will be Cadmus who actually finds it, who lays his hands upon the relic first. He's the one who is in possession of the first relic, the chalice of Kelat, and he's the one who claims the Blood Crown, even though it eventually goes into Kelat's possession, since she is the only who can touch the thing without falling into a kind of coma.

But that's a story for later on in The Blood Crown. I have the feeling that I may actually win NaNoWriMo because I'm so eager to finish The Blood Crown so I can get back to Kallum. Watching the movie Wanted has not been a great help to me. James McAvoy's secondary anchorage to the character is stronger for the mortal Kallum than it was to the Vampire Faust. One thing that won't change is Kallum's cerulean eyes. James McAvoy gifted those to the Vampire and he'll continue to gift them to the sainted mortal.

So strange that a plot device has become so important to the overall story. Then again, Cadmus was a plot device at one time. Now he's the main character. Funny how the characters demand their place in the world of my making. Do we do the same with God?
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Castigation)
I've gone beyond my word count again today for NaNoWriMo. I've already verified about 300 more than needed, but I'm holding the rest of it back for a rainy day. Every day, so far, I have reached the required 1667 or just at 2000. And I'm writing a lot in the full on stream of consciousness, half awareness that I need to create the dreamy poetic feel I want for The Blood Crown. So far, it has the same language as The Chalice, which is most excellent. The Cadmus bits are getting a little longish, but that's okay. Cadmus has his own voice and has had it for many years now.

Before I go any further, I want to be very clear here. Yes, I wait for my characters to tell me things and inhabit me in a way. Yes, that might sound crazy. If it does, I make no apologies for that. Perhaps it's because you don't understand the creative process and therefore dismiss it as the thinking processes of someone who is of questionable sanity. If so, I say that it's your loss and I feel sorry for you. That said, on to the revelations of Cadmus.

Take today, for instance: Cadmus has always had this nondescript home on the eastern edge of the West Country, about a hour away from London. He's close enough to prey upon the large Vampire population of London, but far enough away for him to also maintain his herd of humans in peace, away from prying eyes. His home always seemed to be comprised of long halls and multiple small rooms, but that's all that ever came to me. Today, Cadmus explained the nature of his home. He's been in England for close to a thousand years and would have had access to structures others would not normally have. He also has certain powers, like geasa, which he could use to hide things. So it turns out his home in the West Country is actually a very small castle, long forgotten by the people of the region. It contains a maze underneath wherein Cadmus throws away the dead or even dying cattle.

This is what he intends to do with Madeleine, actually, but certain things about her save her from that fate. Now this opened up another question about her relationship with Cadmus. She has known him since 1981 and established Magnificat with him under the name of Mary Magdalene. She fell in love at first site with him and he placed a thralling kiss upon her to hold her in that moment of love so that she could become his working partner and still maintain the hope that there would be more, despite watching him take person after person off his home in the country. Through it all, she stuck with him. But he disappears for a time after the events of The Chalice and she has become more insistent in trying to find him. Her separation from him as weakened the enthrallment to the point that she's actually going to his West Country home and waiting for him to return. Another kiss won't work now...she's become too empowered after tasting mental and emotional freedom. So does he just kill her outright? How can he collect her blood? And, what's more important, how can he collect her soul? Because that's what Cadmus really wants, is his partner's spirit.

I think it may be time for a consummation. Cadmus didn't even tup his bride because he wanted her to remain inviolate. It's safe to assume that, since he's alive, he must sometimes relieve certain biological *ahem* needs, but it's always been a given that he does so on his own, not needing or wanting the touch of another. But I think he might feel more kindly toward her and allow her that consummation. Prior to the Night of the Chalice, Cadmus was essentially emotionless except for moments of extreme rage or hatred. This is explained in "Sui Generis." His emotions were switched on by the his conflict with Kelat that night and, now, he's beginning to explore those more in the Blood Crown. This is a good way to show how far he's come from the events in "The Sainted Confessor."

Of course, after that, it's back to business as usual. And what grisly business it is. For the entire course of this chapter, Cadmus is going to be speaking to me and through me. If I come across as exceedingly polite, yet vicious, that's the reason why. Just tell me to snap out of it. The other day, I said something to someone and J and Faust both came out in the two short sentences I wrote. God help me, I'm a walking bag of insane characters. And NaNo has just begun!
tinhuviel: (Cliffs of Insanity (backseat))
I'm in the process of wrapping up yet another Date story, this one being called "The Artist's Date." And, yes, it's a kind of creative payment for art done for me. I think that's how all creative people should gift one another, with the products of their creative effort. I was gifted with some art inspired by "The Sainted Confessor." As a result, I'm writing "The Artist's Date" in return. I'd like to see it paid forward to see how it manifests from one creator to another. It's that creative spark that inspired the first cave paintings and has been running along the longest dynamite fuse of all time. Once the spark hits that dynamite, who knows what will happen? Oh, that's right...2012!

As soon as I finish "The Artist's Date," I need to complete my outline of The Blood Crown for NaNoWriMo. "The Sainted Confessor" was always going to be the largest chapter in the book and, since I had to go ahead and write it thanks to anchoring Faust to the worst person on Earth, it totally messes with my word count for NaNo. It reached novella status, it got so huge (38,605 words!), and I actually had to break it down into mini-chapters. They are entitled: "The Timeless Vagabond," "Session One," "Session Two," "Session Three," "Session Four," and "The Incorruptible Dove." If I reach my 50k for NaNo, the novel will be right at 89,000 words. The Chalice is 88,650 words. That said, I'm thinking that The Vampire Relics will be one great big book with three pretty decent-sized parts. I'll leave a decision like that, though, to my editor. ;)

I know I haven't been the most communicative person of late, thanks to my involvement with The Joker Blogs. Since I'm participating in NaNoWriMo, it's not going to be much better, but I do plan on writing about my progress here. Hopefully, I can keep up with my f-list on a certain level too. I hope so. I miss everyone here.

Speaking of The Joker Blogs, I'll be busy tomorrow getting ready for a double release of Bloggy Goodness Saturday morning. At least that's the plan, not that any of us officially plan anything, in the tradition of The Joker in TDK. We all just "do things." But I will say that I'm slowly preparing for the viral onslaught come Saturday. And I'm pleased that the Halloween task instructions seem pretty clear. No one has really asked "what the hell does this mean?" So I guess I did my job there okay. I love writing out task instructions and Blog synopses, among other things, for Dude. I can't say I've enjoyed doing something this much in a very long time. I'll be sad to see it end.

As for doing things for The Joker Blogs and participating in NaNoWriMo, I don't know where my head is, but I'm going to attempt to do both. The only reason I'm doing NaNo is to finish The Blood Crown. If I don't make my 50k because I'm busy with The Joker Blogs, then so be it. I made a promise months ago and I intend to stand by that promise no matter what. Either way, I'll be winning because I'll be that much closer, if not finished with, The Blood Crown. And then I can move on to The Augury of Gideon.

Aunt Tudi and I have errands to run early tomorrow morning. I'll be purchasing more energy shots while I'm out...just in case. If they aren't needed, then at least I'll have them for NaNoWriMo and don't think I won't use them. I'm a maniac.
tinhuviel: (Dark Doubt)
I find it frustrating that, for the first time in the history of the Cliffs of Insanity, I'm having to filter certain posts. This has always been a public blog and I hope that, eventually, it will become that way again for the most part. I've had to set some entries to private because I can't not write about what's going on in my life, yet I can't let people read what I'm writing about. It's distressing because I am, for the most part, a very open person. I don't like hiding. I don't appreciate insincerity, hypocrisy, or other such unpleasantness that can often be associated with the worst examples of humanity. Since I've never been a big fan of humanity in the first place, the worst examples hold a special place of perturbation in my eyes. What's even worse is when I let such individuals into my realms and find that, like a barnacle on a whale's arse, they're nigh to impossible to rid myself of them.

And that makes me angry at myself. Because I was fool enough to allow these people any access to my life to begin with, I'm now having to suffer their intolerability indefinitely. The situation is dire and untenable. And I have only myself to blame. I've suffered so much unwarranted abuse over the past few months and I've searched my life over the past few years to see if maybe Karma might be involved here. I have found nothing to merit such foulness. I'm still in the process of sorting out the situation. The more I'm forced to dwell on it, the more infuriated I become. If anger makes a better Sith, I'm the best Sith in the galaxy, this one or the other one that's far, far away. My rage has been sufficiently honed.

I am once again behind on my email. There just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day for me to do everything I need or want to do. One of my problems is focus. Fibro Fog has been a serious issue for me of late and this doesn't amuse me in the least. One thing that did seem to help that condition was my consumption of a couple of Arizona Rx Energy Fast Shots the other night. No, I didn't drink two at one sitting. I paced them out over the course of a few hours. I needed to be awake and alert that night, and I needed my faculties. I got everything I needed out of that, but I am not making a habit of drinking energy drinks. First of all, despite the herbal base of such concoctions (extreme caffeine notwithstanding), I don't think they're very good for you. They serve a purpose when one needs to remain on one's toes but, other than that, it's a poor substitute for overcoming Fibro Fog naturally. It's just something I have to deal with in my own way and without the risky effects of energy elixirs. That's not to say I won't get more Arizonas if the need arises, given similar situations like the other night. I'm just not going to Do Whacka Do on a regular basis.

Even though I have signed up to participate in NaNoWriMo, I have resigned myself to the fact that I will not win this year; however, that's not to say I won't succeed in my goal. There are two reasons I signed up for NaNo. The main reason was to challenge myself to finish The Blood Crown. Even though I doubt I'll reach my 50k goal required by NaNo to win, I'm pretty certain I'll come close to completing the second installment of The Vampire Relics. I've created a Facebook group for the Relics and will probably create an LJ comm for them as well. When I do this, I'll be deleting [livejournal.com profile] chalice_novel. [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh is going to be editing The Chalice, which will go up in installments in the new Vampire Relics community. She's currently editing "The Sainted Confessor," which is a huge chunk of The Blood Crown. That'll be the first thing to go up in the FB group, but it won't appear in the community over here until The Blood Crown is complete.

I won't win NaNo this year because The Joker Blogs is still going on and will continue past Samhain. I was under the impression the series would end at Halloween. This has been extended. I don't know when the series will end now. Who knows? The current series may end and then another may begin? That's total speculation on my part maybe just a wee tad of wishful thinking. Either way, when I committed to help Dude with my own odd brand of PR, I did so for the long haul or until he tells me to walk the plank. I can't turn away from my duties to TJB for the entire month of November. I don't feel right doing it. It's not who I am to make a commitment, then just wander off for a little while when I might be needed to do what I promised I would do. So I'll be balancing NaNo and TJB in November and that means writing 50k words in 30 days might not be the most realistic goal in the world.

Is it doable? It might be. I'm going to give it my all. I'll give my all to both projects. But some things, like email, may be neglected as a result. Best to leave me messages on my posts here or reach out to me on Facebook or Twitter. That's not to say I won't write you back if you send me an email. I'm just saying it may take a while. When you have no mind to wrap around all the things you're doing, life in general gets a little convoluted.

Speaking of email, I got an email notification of a comment posted to my You Tube channel. It says: Tinhuviel...WOW! I knew you from your Shriekback yahoogroup back about 10 years ago! Not sure if I was Lilly Tilly, Sierra Bloom or Heide (or was I meengreens) in those days, LOL

I read an awesome story of yours back then, something very Vampirish, with a man remindful of B. Great stuff... just found your name on a... what else? ... Shriekback video!



How freaky-cool is that? I remember HeideHo very well. We had some very cool astrological conversations, mainly about B's chart, which is oddly almost identical to mine, even though our birthdays are almost 11 years apart and we were born in extremely different locales. Guess that's one reason why we've always kind of grokked on both a spoken and unspoken level. I left a comment on Heide's YT channel and I've friended her. If I'm not mistaken, she's a Canadian. I love Canadians. It's good to reconnect to people with whom you've lost touch. I gathered quite a network of unique and talented souls when I went searching for fellow Shriekback fans in the hope of rallying a revival of the band. That goal was met and produced some wonderful friendships, inspired creations by fans, and surreal encounters (like my visit with B in 2006). There's nothing I love more than to be an active part of a group of souls coming together for a common purpose and, as a result, Making Things Happen. Yes, that's capitalised for a reason. It's that important. And it always thrills me when souls that may have drifted apart, find their way back to one another. Now, if only Me'Shel'le would emerge from her hidey-hole...

I'm about 1/3 of the way through another Date story, this one called "The Artist's Date," and is a sort of 'thank you basket' to [livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker for the lovely art she's so far contributed to The Vampire Relics. It's your typical Joker Date Night tale with the 3 rules to be followed strictly: 1) A Heath Ledger Reference, 2) An original scar story, and 3) the Date dies. There were a few special requests for this particular date since it is, after all, [livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker's date. She's a horror nut and is truly looking forward to being murdered by J. This is not to say I want her dead in any way, shape, or form, but her wish is my command and J's absolute pleasure. Not sure where this will fit in the chronology, but Sidney's alive, so it's definitely after "The Nun's Date," where he was introduced. I'm not sure if I ever mentioned that Sidney is based entirely upon Sidney Poitier, who starred in Lilies of the Field. That was my paternal grandmother, Granny's all-time favourite film and, since it has to do with nun's it just made sense to me to connect this movie with "The Nun's Date" and introduce a little grounding energy to Joker's madcap existence. And I'm probably going to hell for making such a connection. Yet another reason I should be preparing my handbasket now. I'm truly racking up the Hell points these days...trust me.

After I finish "The Artist's Date," I'm making a bit of a departure in J-fic Land and am going to try my hand at writing Joker as a woman. Why? Well, it's another "thank you basket," this time to [livejournal.com profile] acook, who did a fantastic reading of a portion of "The Sainted Confessor." Over time, she's been creating a costume tailored just for her and her version of Joker. No, she's not dressing as Joker or as a girl trying to be Joker. No no no, it's not that simple. No. [livejournal.com profile] acook has defined herself as Joker, had Joker been female all along. [livejournal.com profile] acook is Femme Joker. That said, I'm going to attempt a fic based on that concept. I have no idea what it's going to be like and it will mean introducing yet another J into my already crowded head, but I think it'll be worth it. To give an idea of what Femme Joker is all about, I present this snappy little video. Prepare to get your Romany on.


While we're talking J-fic, I want to scream from the hilltops that the third chapter of The Endgame is available for reading. I can't stress enough how you really should be reading this fiction. It only gets better with each subsequent chapter, so you're destined to be hooked and happy for it. Here's the link to the third chapter, entitled Epiphany. [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze is truly a rare talent in writing and her ability to bring life to her characters, even those who aren't originally hers, is uncanny. When I read her Joker, I can hear him in my head. I love it when that happens and, therefore, I love Soph's story. You should read it, I'm telling you. It's not just good Joker fanfiction, it's good fiction period. And I need to finish my picture of Claire that I began ages ago. Like I said...not enough hours in the day for everything I want and need to do. But it'll happen, every...last...bit... Or heads will roll. And that'll be fun too.

I'm surrounded by talented people for the most part. Some who think they have me surrounded also think they're talented. They should think better of it. But that's another rant for another day. For now, I'm just gonna sit here and be grateful for talented friends who allow me to tag along.

I think that certainly should be enough from me. At least for now. I'm around these parts, just lurking, watching and observing. I'd never desert you guys...unless offered plenty of money. Hee! I'm gonna try to doze a little now. Then it's back up to write some more. It's 33 degrees here right now. Unprecedented.
tinhuviel: (Bad Hair Day)
It may have been a little obvious that I'm in the throes of writing a chapter for The Blood Crown. This is one of the defining chapters in the book and I'm writing it now because it may take me up 'til November to even have it finished. It's a difficult piece to write for me because of a stupid psychological imprint I allowed my mind to wander and make in a split second of stupidity and silliness. As a result, none of the word count in "The Sainted Confessor" can be applied to NaNoWriMo. Serves my ridiculous ass right.

I have to take Aunt Tudi to the doctor today and I'm taking the notebook along with me. The distraction of the Internet and the things I feel compelled to look into whilst on are not an issue when I'm away from it and can focus just on my writing. That said, I may unhook the whole megillah at night when the lack of phone won't be an issue, and write as if the Devil is chewing on my my neck. That might not be the best analogy.

There's been a great deal on my mind of late. I've had some very conflicted issues arise in my psyche and my spirit, which is usually par for the course this time of year. It leads up to my birthday which most often results in some sort of monumental suckage the likes of which the world hasn't seen seen the appearance of the salt monster on Start Trek: The Original Series. I sometimes feel like I really have no one to talk to about such matters because I'm either misunderstood, ignored, or summarily dismissed. Right now, I feel like there's no safe place for me to truly "vent my spleen" as 't'were, and I feel the pressure building within me. This has happened to me a couple of times in the past and it's resulted in a complete rearrangement of my life and some figurative bodies left in the wake of the explosion.

I'm uploading and captioning photos to Facebook because it's easy to do, and my Photobucket account is currently over limit. I'm limiting each album to 25 photos per. I think it's easier to see the pictures that way. Here's what I have so far.

Various and Sundry, pt. 1
Various and Sundry, pt. 2

Right now that's all I have on any front, other than that I'm about to compose a letter to Eliza Gilkyson, who responded to a letter I wrote her on MySpace. And then I need to get ready for the road. After I get back, I need to create another sound test for the HG World sound guy. I'm two days too late on that, thanks to my furious writing activities. I need to take the time to do that, 'cos I really want to be involved with this, for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is it's just fun as can be!
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Castigation)
I forgot I'd mentioned Faust in The Chalice.
Cadmus turned Dunlevy’s mask around to admire it. When had he made this again? Wasn’t it in the 1970s when he decided to remake himself? Yes, yes. After Studio 54 and the Summer of Vivisection he enjoyed with that unfortunate disco Darkling, Faust.


Now I have to incorporate the making of the Mask of Dunlevy into the account of Faust. At the very end. Perhaps the mask is baptised in Faust's blood. So much horror... When I think it can't get any worse, it does.

Aaaaaand, I've connected a song to poor Faust, from the new DMB album. It's called "Lying in the Hands of God," which has so many levels of connotation, I can't even begin to comprehend them all yet but, somehow, this song fits.

Lying in the Hands of God by Dave Matthews Band

Baby I'll be your soldier. Gladly, I'll do your bidding
For just a taste of what your holding, for just a taste you could own me.

Save your sermons for someone thats afraid to love.
I'll be right here lying in the hands of God.

Here it comes, diving in into me.
Now the floor is the ceiling.
If you never flew why would you, cut the wings off a butterfly?
Fly.

Save your sermons for someone that's afraid to love.
If you knew what I feel then you couldn't be so sure.
I'll be right here lying in the hands of God.

If you feel Angels in your hand, tear drop of joy runs down your face
You will rise.

Fillin' me up, now drain me
Skin begins to grow back slowly,
faster until I'm choking.
Really should call my mother.
Mother.

Save your sermons for someone that's afraid to love.
If you knew what I feel then you couldn't be so sure.
I'll be right here lying in the hands of God.

I am in love with nothing less.
Tear drops of joy runs off my face,
I will rise for someone that's afraid to love.
If you knew what I feel, then you couldn't be so sure.
I'll be right here lying in the hands of God.

Now the floor is the ceiling.
If you never flew, why would you?
If you never flew, why would you? You.
Why would you?


I am going straight to Hell. I think I might already be there. But, if I can get this chapter written, the rest will be gravy. Tasty gravy, thanks to Barry.

I need a Faust icon, but that can't happen right now.
tinhuviel: (Joker Well.....shit.)
Instead of waiting until the last minute and then half-deciding, I've committed to participating in NaNoWriMo 2009. This will give me the time to set my author's page up the way I want it and to conjure my personal strategy for NaNo success. Really, there's no other way I could participate in NaNoWriMo. Success is a given; otherwise, I wouldn't bother. It's the Virgo in me. I can't just half try and hope for the best. I can't attempt NaNo and not achieve 50k +. It's like being Eddie Izzard's transvestite and turning an ankle whilst wearing high heels. I'd have to kill myself, it's as simple as that. Actually, I think I have my page as ready as it's gonna be. It's just a matter of strategy....

I'm not sure if this is a new feature or just something I overlooked the last time I participated in NaNoWriMo, but there's an option to upload cover art for your novel. So..... Any of you artistic types who might be keen on working up a mock sleeve for The Blood Crown are not only more than welcome to do so, but already have my sincere gratitude! Needless to say, should my series ever get published, the art you may contribute now, would be included in the published work. It would be in my contract, or there would be no contract. We artists, whatever our medium need to stick together. If you create a large enough tribe of creative people, something magickal might happen.

Or not.

I was defriended by someone day before yesterday. I always thought we were pretty tight, but I was apparently incorrect in my thinking. I've been doing that a lot lately, being incorrect in my thinking. This friend defriended me because he said he had IP trackers on his journal and it was obvious that I never read his journal since I never visited. I never visit anyone's journal. Everyone is right there on my friends' page. That's what it's for, or at least that's how I understood it to work. Maybe I was incorrect about that too. Anyway, there was that and the fact that I rarely commented, along with the fact that I was choking his friends page with my lengthy uncut posts. Even if I don't comment often on people's blogs, I want to make it clear here that I do read. Now, I'll be honest. Since early June, I haven't read as much as I should. Hell, I haven't written as much as I used to. I've been preoccupied with one of my 'Causes.'

If anyone has felt neglected because of my indiscretions and my apparent stupidity, all I can offer is my apologies and my promise to try to do better in the very near future. If this isn't good enough and you want to leave the Cliffs of Insanity, I fully support your decision and your reasons behind it. I won't lie and say I'll be happy about it, but I'm not happy about much right now, so this precise moment is the perfect time to help me see the error of my ways. I will bear no ill will toward you in any way. I find it ironic that me efforts to make more friends has gotten me nothing but lost friends. Whatever your decision, just do me one favour, don't give me laundry list of the things I've done wrong. I know what I've done wrong and I'm dealing with the pebble theory right now, and just can't handle anymore.

The pebble theory? It's where a person is given one pebble by one person. Then another person comes by and passes on another pebble. And so on. None of the individuals know that others have given this one person a pebble, so they don't realise that the pebble keeper very quickly has a huge burden of pebbles and no longer the strength to carry them all. So she drops them and causes this tremendous landslide, all because people didn't realise their one pebble was adding to a weight already too great for one person to bear.

Just a wise word here: the next time you want to dump on someone or just be snarky for no good reason, bear in mind that the person you're targeting may already have too many pebbles. Your addition may be the very one that tips him/her over the edge. Without your even knowing it, you could be the trigger that puts into motion a person's One Bad Day. This may not be the Sithliest thing in the world to say, but it needs saying. Be kind to one another. Keep your pebbles to yourself. If you see someone weighted down with pebbles, off to carry some. It doesn't take much time or much muscle to just be nice, and it could make a world of difference in someone's life.

And, if you really need to be mean to someone, let the professionals handle it. Just call me. I'll be happy to be horrible to whomever you wish. This Sith needs to hone her flabby skills.....and quickly.

Ahem.

Nov. 26th, 2005 07:55 pm
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Pariah)
I went ahead and validated after I got down around 800 more words. I am impatient, yea and verily. The book isn't finished, but it's close; however, I have now officially won NaNoWriMo.



::Does the Superior Llama Dance:: 50051 words right now. There will be more than that, of course, and considerably more after the 2nd draft when "Sui Generis" and "The Embrace of Cadmus" are incorporated into the story.

Honestly, I never thought I'd ever write a whole book. Even though I haven't accomplished it yet, I'm certain that I will, considering my dedication over the past four weeks. Yeah, I'm tooting my own horn on account of I'm proud of myself right now! It's Ego City 'round these parts! Deal.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Pariah)
48,948 / 50,000
(97.9%)


I'll probably go beyond the 50K mark, trying to bring the story to a close. Once I'm to 51K, I'll go ahead and validate with NaNoWriMo. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm notorious for starting things and never finishing them. I'm deeply surprised I'm following through with The Chalice.

I'm gonna write some more after I get back home from taking Aunt Tudi for her sleep study. Then Llew is due over around 10PM. I might be able to validate as early as tonight.

Happy Happy
Joy Joy

Update

Nov. 25th, 2005 08:54 pm
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Pariah)
3051 words for today.

Orphaeus has been scalped.

46,679 / 50,000
(93.4%)
tinhuviel: (NaNoWriMo)
43,628 / 50,000
(87.3%)


Cadmus just got to crucify someone. This is a terribly pleasant tale innit?

Today logged 2580 words.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Pariah)
41,048 / 50,000
(82.1%)


I got in 2417 words in four hours. Slowly the shit is starting to hit the fan in the tale. Most of what I wrote I had no idea of what was going to happen. I love it when even I am unsure of the characters' course of action. They take control and tell me what needs to be written. It's fucking magic, it is.

You've just seen Cadmus )

2562

Nov. 22nd, 2005 08:39 pm
tinhuviel: (NaNoWriMo)
38,631 / 50,000
(77.3%)


I've had Paine and Aggie meet up with Kelat and Thaddeus. And Cadmus has become Thiyennen's "adviser." Mentions of landmarks and establishments in Asheville are growing more frequent. Oh, and I even have a cameo appearance by The Harpist. I'm pouring everything into this story. Everything.

I suck

Nov. 21st, 2005 07:11 pm
tinhuviel: (Life Stinks)
Thanks to a migraine that won't go away, I'm having to stop early and go die. So much for 2500.

36,069 / 50,000
(72.1%)
tinhuviel: (Dark Eyes)
I got 2235 words written today.

34,761 / 50,000
(69.5%)


Am now where Cadmus meets Thiyennen. Writing 2500 words tomorrow would be nice and what I'm aiming for as a personal goal. I'd like to be to 40k by Wednesday.
tinhuviel: (NaNoWriMo)
32,526 / 50,000
(65.1%)


I've decided to include Orphaeus Cygnus in the story in a greater capacity than just a mention.
tinhuviel: (Dark Eyes)
I haven't gotten one word written today. It's like my mind has been blown. And it has. So I have been touring the story so far and decided to post this portion for the hell of it. I thought, considering [livejournal.com profile] falkenna's current plot to engage in human sacrifice (me!), she might find this vaguely amusing.

har dee har har )

I wrote this a few days ago. Have since moved on to Thanatos (now Thaddeus) reuniting with Kelat in Asheville. This portion of the tale also includes the legend of Virginia Dare as Thaddeus conjures the memory of her.

Goal Met

Nov. 11th, 2005 09:39 pm
tinhuviel: (Dark Eyes)
30,076 / 50,000
(60.2%)


The Secretary is on Oxygen. James Spader. And the story....sans the physical domination, this story could be mine. But I've gone over that whole bit a long time ago, so there's no need to rehash it now. It won't change anything from the past or what may happen in the future. So blaaagh.

LOST is on.

Nov. 9th, 2005 09:08 pm
tinhuviel: (Locke)
Aunt Tudi is sleeping and I can't wake her up. So I'm taping LOST

My nanometer is gone. The dude hosting it suffered a bandwidth shortage. I feel for him. Damn.

So here's the new one. It ain't as purdy.

28,077 / 50,000
(56.2%)


I will be online for one reason only: to keep the phone tied up so no rude ass can call me during LOST. I'm an evil and antisocial bitch.

Nanometer

Nov. 8th, 2005 09:05 pm
tinhuviel: (NaNoWriMo)
NaNoWriMo Progress Meter

Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout. If I write 1500 words a day, I'll be finished before 25 November; however, I probably won't get much done during the 15th through the 19th because that's the NY trip. So, I'll still need to hit 2000 words a day for a few days if I want to make it by 25 November. I want to set a goal for ahead of time in the event the Alpaca Lips occurs or I fall ill or a limb breaks off like a graham cracker. Just in case...

Buh.

Nov. 5th, 2005 09:21 pm
tinhuviel: (NaNoWriMo)
I may need a break to regroup and consider where the story is now going.

NaNoWriMo Progress Meter

Kelat, Thanatos, Thiyennen, Cadmus, Agatha, and Paine have all been introduced. It's just a matter of getting them all together. In Asheville. At night.

My headbone hurts.

Failure

Nov. 4th, 2005 09:50 pm
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Pariah)
From one perspective, I am a failure because I am incapable of achieving 25K tonight. My brain has been utterly molested by Cadmus and I can go no further. I will reach 25k tomorrow though. I have nothing to do tomorrow but write. It shall be done.

NaNoWriMo Progress Meter

The "chapters" so far:

PROLOGUE
THE FUR TRADER
LADY OF THE NIGHT
THE JOURNALISTS
THE ABOMINATION
THE PENITENT

I don't know how many more chapters there will be. They're pretty gigantic chapters as is. The last chapter will be the book title, THE CHALICE, where it all comes together.....I hope.
tinhuviel: (Surly Bear)
Aunt Tudi and I went home today, home to Asheville. The Blue Ridge Parkway had reopened, thankfully, so we were able to get up to Craggy Dome and pay our respects to Granny. While there, I walked the trail and finally got some photos of the Faerie realms that grace the Craggy Gardens. After the trip up the Parkway, Aunt Tudi and I went to downtown Asheville with intentions to visit Morrisons. Morrisons is an utterly delightful old-timey general store that sells native Appalachian goods, like the soap I bought, as well as nostalgic candies, toys, and crafts. We found one of [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake's birthday gifts here and I spied a cool thingie that I had to buy [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70. We also came upon a gigantic bucket of Bit-O-Honeys and bought about a half pound. YUM.

We're planning on going back home again next week, this time heading to Black Mountain to see if the A-Frame chalets are still standing, and to revisit some old haunts around Asheville, primarily Charlotte Street.


Very early this morning, around 3 AM I'd say, Aunt Tudi roused me excitedly. She told me that Sven was on the front porch eating cat food. I staggered to the other room to fetch the camera and eased myself outside. It wasn't Sven out there; rather, it was a very young opossum. I've named her Helga. And I got pictures. She didn't seem very afraid of me and she allowed me to get quite close before she hopped off the end of the porch. Aunt Tudi was appalled, but I was and am delighted. I think opossums are so damned cute!


I've not written a thing today and I doubt that I'll be writing anything before collapsing into bed. Tomorrow is another day, or so Scarlett says. Also, tomorrow, I shall be posting pictures from the Blue Ridge Parkway as well as pictures of Helga. I'd post them tonight, but I'm having difficulties uploading my photos to my Photobucket account and I'm really too weary to deal with it now. Sleep demands my attention.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Pariah)
NaNoWriMo Progress Meter

I'm sleepy, surly, and I have a killer in my head.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Pariah)
Aunt Tudi woke up ill this morning, so we've postponed the Asheville trip 'til tomorrow. I've been a writing maniac all day long. Yesterday was the same way actually. It's like my pondering on this tale for nigh onto two decades has just suddenly exploded and is almost writing itself. Funnily, the first mention of Cadmus is on page 43. He hasn't even been physically introduced to the story yet.

I don't know whether or not I'm completely happy with what I've gotten written so far, but I refuse to start nitpicking myself right now. If I succumb to my Virgo sense of perfection, or the struggle toward perfection, I'll nitpick myself into a total inability to write at all. I know. I've done it before. It's like I say to myself, "If you can't do this perfectly, then don't do it at all." That's the reason why this story hasn't been written yet.

So. Progress so far...

NaNoWriMo Progress Meter

I've the feeling that things will be slower from here on out, but I feel much better about achieving my goal now.

This is the first mention of Cadmus in the story.

teeth and claws )

Other than watching and taping LOST tonight, my day is dedicated to The Chalice. Really, I haven't been this genuinely happy in ages. I feel like a teenager again.
tinhuviel: (NaNoWriMo)
Off to a rip-roaring start.

Now for a break and a visit with Llew. Then, back to it.

Tomorrow, Aunt Tudi and I are going to Asheville. When I get back, I'll be posting a variety of photos from the trip and other things. So yay.
tinhuviel: (NaNoWriMo)
I've been thinking about The Chalice War and have decided to rename it The Chalice. The tale isn't just about the Vampires' struggle for possession of Kelat's cup. It's more than that, but it's still in direct relation to the cup, so I'm dropping the "war" part of the title. Also, I have too many characters. Over the years, the myth behind the story has taken over the story itself. I tend to do that, work on the character development of one creation after another, but never give any of them a true home. So I need to make a list of all the characters I have and decide who is necessary for the task at hand and who may remain in the shadows of the myth behind the novel.

Characters I absolutely can't cut are:

Kelat
Thiyennen
Thaddeus
Orphaeus Cygnus
Cadmus Pariah
Agatha Crawford
Paine Bryerson

Also, do I want to create a book of vignettes that tie together in the end or try to make the story chronological? Either way, it's going to be disjointed at best and will require massive beta reading and editing for any hope of being published some day, if that's even an option.

My mind is whirling.
tinhuviel: (Large Marge)
I signed up.

May the Mighties have mercy on not only my soul, but the souls of all who have to put up with me for the next month.

NaNoWriMo

Oct. 27th, 2005 12:12 am
tinhuviel: (Thy Mama)
Yes, I'm still online. It's [livejournal.com profile] estasia's fault, because I read her post about NaNoWriMo and got to thinking.

I wonder if I should do NaNoWriMo. Deadlines often do one of two things to me: they either bring out my very best or plunge me into accomplishment impotence and self-loathing. But The Chalice War just sits there in my head, looking at me as though to say, "well? what are you doing to do with me?" and I keep staring back at it and looking at Cadmus, who now holds the tale in his black-clad arms, and I shrug weakly.

I'm tempted to sign up. Really tempted. But what if I fail? What if I totally spazz out, like I always do? Sure, my self-esteem is better than it has ever been in my entire life, but do I want to take the risk of giving a blow to my current healthy self-image? In my state of self-confidence prevents my making a decision right now. I put the question to anyone who may read this.

[Poll #599168]

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