I haven’t had a chance to participate

oy12 by timepunchingin NaNo this year, or last. Why? The simple absurd drama that is my life. I ought to carve out some time, but I can’t promise to meet a certain word count every day. I’m sharing this here because I think I found the beginning that the story and myself are quite happy with. It’s rough, and by no means polished. Enjoy! (cross-posted to Caeruleus Aether)


She stared ahead, her gaze unfocused. Caolán glanced at his sister as each knight, warrior,  would be protector presented themselves. She acknowledged their presence, but did little else. Their mother handled all the proceedings, passing out the favours given to each participant.

The sister he once knew was gone. In Cinnia’s place was some wildling, a feral elf. She disappeared some years go, spirited away by a neighboring kingdom. But a dragon had attacked, and so they thought that their princess had perished with the raiding party. The kingdom grieved for the loss of their princess for years, until one day they heard a rumor of a dragon with a hatchling and a young elf.

They searched tirelessly for years, but always they found an old nest. It was as if the dragon knew they were coming. They hoped that the dragon was simply taking care of their princess and not saving her to feed the hatchling. By the time they did corner the beast, Cinnia was near full grown.

No one recognized her. Her hair was matted , her skin grimy; her clothes the colour of the woods, patched together with sinew. She wore leather that looked like dragon scale and used razor sharp blades as talons, and she snarled  like a wild beast at their approach.  The princess fought like a creature possessed, far stronger than anyone had thought possible as she was determined to protect the dragon and it’s juvenile offspring. The dragon was brought down, which sent their erstwhile princess into a rage. When the juvenile was captured and killed, she killed half a dozen men. It took three times that to subdue her.

She fought being cleaned. She fought having her clothing taken away. She fought being confined. She railed against their mother and defied everyone, shouting that she didn’t belong within cold walls. When she did escape, Caolán often found her in the garden. But there was one night that it seemed to him that the garden was different. There were fae flitting about, and the night air seemed warm and the moon appeared a faint shade of pale green instead of harsh white light. He followed her into some darker place of the garden. When she stopped abruptly, she turned to look at him. There was something unfathomable in her gaze. She seemed ancient, knowing what his intention was before even he knew what he was doing in the garden so late at night. He coaxed her back to her room. Since that night, each time he found her, she would come back to her room peacefully and wait until dawn.

Over time, she fought less and talked more. She was subdued, and refused to acknowledge anyone but Caolán. She retreated into herself. He didn’t recognize the feeling that settled into his sister’s heart at first. Fearing the worst, Caolán took her out to the gardens in the hopes that she would react to something besides him. It was then he recognized the look in Cinnia’s eyes: hopelessness. It nearly broke his heart. He would much rather fight with Cinnia when she was full of fire than this empty husk that now sat at their mother’s side. It was Cinnia’s current state that brought about the need of a protector for the princess.

Cinnia’s gaze suddenly focused, her nostrils flaring. It was a small thing. So small that Caolán wasn’t sure he saw it. There was a man with dark hair and amber eyes, his features somehow off. Caolán figured he was one of the fae folk come to fight for the honour of protecting a princess of their fair woods. Cinnia did no more than watch the man approach the queen, take a favour, then depart.


NaNoWriMo 2015


That’s right! I’m participating again this year. I did something different this time and created an outline. I don’t know how well the muse will follow the outline, but it’s been helpful so far. I had a splurge of activity during the first two days, but it’s tapered off the past few days. Namely because of training for the new job. My brain is about ready to burst with all the information they’re trying to dump into my brain. By the time I get home, I want to work on other projects: the herb garden, cleaning up the loft, cleaning out the storage unit, cleaning the condo, and sewing projects. Those are just some of the things. This is my last week of training and then I’m jumping right into my new shift.

Even so, I have a feeling that most of my writing will be done on the weekends, and very little be updated during the week. Anyway, this was just a quick post. I hope everyone has a good week!

A Little Sampler

oy12 by timepunchingIn case you missed it, I wrote a thing. Cross-posted from The Prince and the Valkyrie.

New Readers: curious about what this new story is about can begin reading here.
Continuing Readers:
Need a Refresher?


I’ve decided to edit as I go, and post what I have here. I’ll post every Tuesday, unless a hiccup occurs and I can’t. The prologue is to tied everyone over until after Christmas, as I doubt I’ll be able to keep a reliable schedule during the holiday season (to be clear, this will from now until after my birthday in January).

I can’t promise the story is good. I’m mostly excited about the fact that after nearly two years, I’m writing again. I had a lot of fun writing this and for the first time I’m looking forward to editing this and posting it here. This story has also led to other ideas that I’m looking forward to sharing with all of you. 🙂 Cheers!

Day 29 – NaNoWriMo Winner

heartwings by timepunchingCross-posted from The Prince and the Valkyrie.

I know! I disappeared for practically two weeks! D: I’ll be honest, during those two there were some days I thought I wasn’t going to make it. I don’t want to make excuses, but trying to fit writing into my every day schedule was difficult. I made time because I wanted it. There were some days that writing was almost impossible. For example, Thursdays were difficult because right after work I head down for fencing practice for a few hours. I even recall a couple of days I just couldn’t bring myself to write. I sat at the computer and played Bejeweled and Bubble Town the entire night.

It turned out that I needed these breaks. After Thursdays passed, Friday night was a flurry of activity. Not because I was 2000 some odd words behind, but because I had ideas. It was the same after those couple of days not writing and doing something silly and almost mind numbing. Not writing was just as much a part of the writing process for me as listening to music.

Which reminds me, Blind Guardian turned out to be my go to band for background music to listen to while I was writing. I’m not quite sure what it was about their music that helped me, but other bands tended to distract me and I would end up working on something else. I made sure Blind Guardian and bands similar to them were on my Pandora feed as I wrote.

NaNoWriMo was grueling. I’ll tell you that right now. It was also proof that if I want something bad enough, to put pen to paper and tell the story, it can be done. I had been struggling so much the past few years with writing that there was a small bit of panic that settled into the back of mind, causing my heart to race, when I decided to sign up for NaNo. In the end, this was one of the best decisions I made to try to jump start the muse. Sometimes, she really does need a push.

Where: on Cloud Nine
Feeling: Accomplished
Melody: “Peaky Blinders” playing in the background

Day 5 (Cross posted from Prince and Valkyrie)

sadly01-by-timepunchingLast night and this morning saw a flurry of activity. I’m trying to write as much as possible because of an upcoming trip. I doubt I’ll get much writing done except on the plane to and from my vacation spot. I’ve written 8,710 words so far of the story, and I expect more to come. I’ll probably slow down a little starting tonight, as I need to finish packing and various other things before I leave early Friday morning.

I’m debating on bringing the laptop with me. I’d rather not, as it’s older and a bit clunky. I’d rather take my ipad but that’s out of commission for the moment. The other option would be to keep writing and add the word count after the fact. All I need to do is mark the beginning and ending of each section with the date. I did check to see if there was an app, but the only ones I found cost something. That cost isn’t much, but I’m trying to save as much money as possible for car repairs. There is the option of accessing the site through my phone, but I’ve been far too lazy to check. I’ll figure something out.

In the meantime, I hope the rest of you are enjoying your time and the best of luck to my fell WriMo’s!

NaNoWriMo Day 1

stock-illustration-10043187-grunge-eagle-crestCross Posted from The Prince and the Valkyrie

I actually started writing at midnight. For whatever reason I couldn’t sleep. I had “The Forsyte Saga” playing in the background as I wrote. Surprisingly, the prologue came after I wrote about one thousand words. It’s right in the middle of the first two thousand words I wrote so early in the morning and it amuses me a great deal.

That being said, the story is coming along quite well. There are a couple of rough spots, but those can be smoothed out once the story is finished. My favourite part so far has been writing the encounters between the two title characters and how the prince’s family handles the aftermath of said encounters.

Right now, the story seems more character driven than a fight against “evil” but I have some ideas swirling about in the back of my mind that the muse has been presenting to me. Things will take interesting turns, especially with the history of the Valkyrie. Stay tuned for more updates as things happen!

It Really is the Small Things

write by osmandiasI’m feeling rather productive and accomplished at the moment. I finished another character questionnaire, and that makes me feel better about the progress of Blackbird. Hell, since switching the POV the outline has been a hell of a lot easier to write. I think Vaera was never meant to tell the story. I think it needed to come from the storyteller, and Cinnia is definitely that.

Work wise, this week was pretty rough. Systems crashing, people being sick, work force not understanding that if they send people home that there will be calls in the queue and we’ll end up in Code Red, etc. I almost didn’t go to fencing practice yesterday, I was so burnt out. When I came home today, I immediately changed, sat down on the couch, and finished Young Justice on Netflix. Afterward, I made sure to work on something story related.

Just finishing that one thing for Blackbird made me feel so much better. I feel as though I’ve made a positive step and things are going forward, albeit slowly. I’m okay with slow. Slow is good. Slow is better than nothing at all.

I’m off to go watch John Carter and maybe write a little more. Enjoy your evening!


Where: In front of the computer
Feeling: Accomplished
Melody: John Carter playing in the background


In Which My Thoughts Ramble About

zoe06 by timepunchingI can’t stand the fact that right now when I look at a blank piece of paper, nothing comes to mind. I want to write, but I’m struggling to form something longer than a few sentences. A friend of mine did give me an idea for a drabble outside of the CA universe and The Writer’s Parlor suggested that maybe I need to spend some time outside of the story universe for a little bit. I’m thinking of taking her advice and see where the muse will take me. It could be that while I’m not burned out on the project (the outline is coming along amazingly now that I’ve changed who the narrator is), it could be that she isn’t quite ready to write the story I have in mind. She may need a warm up and need to play in another area. 7th Sea, here I come!

I think the other problem is that when I come home, the first thing I do is turn on Netflix. I tell myself I need the noise, but if that’s the case, I should turn on pandora and play music. I don’t remember having this problem before. Then again, this is the first time I’ve ever truly lived alone. There’s always been someone with me in a residence. It could be that on a subconscious level that I miss having someone in the house with me. Watching TV shows on Netflix makes it seem as though there’s someone in the house. The idea appears to have back fired on me and now I watch the TV shows instead of working on projects. I’m surprised that I get as much as I do finished.

A part of me misses the music. I have playlists that I’ve created for several characters, to include story arcs and stand alone stories. I’ve thought about going to a coffee shop or a book store with a reading/sitting area and working on some ideas, but then I think about the gas I have to spend. Normally not a big deal, but I have several things on my repair/upgrade list: my car, the dryer, the chandelier, the ceiling in the utility room… Well, you get the idea.

Work, while not difficult, is brain numbing. I return home and I want to sit and disengage my brain. I don’t want to think overly much. My thoughts revolve around gym time, shower, food, and bed. Fencing on Thursdays.

The other thing I’ve noticed is that there is a distinct lack of anyone to speak with and bounce ideas off of someone. I can be excited about my work all I want, but what I love most is talking about my ideas and where my stories are going. Of everything, I miss that the most.


Where: Moping about my home
Feeling: blah
Melody: Legend of Korra playing in the background