"The darkness in them wasn't their soul. It was just the empty place where a soul should've been."

January was my month to make prompts for 31_days. I should make an effort to start doing those again. It's always fun to write even a little thing, but I haven't written much since Nanowrimo. Except for the fanfic about the pipeline because I write that to keep from giving in to despair at the pipeline meetings.

So, if anybody else resolved to write more or just get their creative groove back this year, might I suggest 31_days?

This year’s Nanowrimo is going pretty well, but there isn’t as much research. Last year I had a whole list of things, I had to look up like Rom tattoos, Haitian slang, side effects of syphilis, wheel chair karma sutra, and how to marry a foreign national you meet whilst invading their country. This year the only thing I’ve had to look up is the courtship behavior of harbor seals. (If you’re curious, there’s lots of splashing and bubbles and flipper biting. So romantic. )

But! I have 2,767 words left and more than a week left, so I think I've got this thing!

Last few days to finish my nanowrimo! I still have 6,417 words left, but I think I can make it. My search history is still great fun for me. I try to imagine what people would guess my story is about by reading them. Hey, maybe these will give somebody a good idea for next year.

Recent searches:
what date is midsummer
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haitian omens of death
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Lichtenberg figures
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haitian for big dog
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sex in wheelchair
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cathedral with bone structures
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poisons around the house
fates and norns names
prophetic dreams
how to tell when fire is an arson

Nanowrimo was off to a slow start. But! I was hacking away to get something on it and then I hit upon a visual that made me chortle to myself. Just writing it made me grin. It involves a castle full of vampires suddenly being submerged in water and three or four massive crocodiles just cruising through the water-filled corridors eating the floundering vampires like popcorn.

I don't know why that delights me, but it does.

Now I'm typing away.


Crocodiles eating vampires should not be so inspiring (or amusing) but I'll take it.

It has happened again.

I have finished one fanfic and was going to try to finish another WIP but once again, I have lost my notes. I know where the last place I saw them was. But they are not there now. How it vexes and confounds me.

I blame goblins.

Halfway through Nanowrimo. I have a few gaps, the main one being a scene I just don't want to write and a few others where I don't know how to segue to the next part just yet. We have tommyguns now, and some UST with the absolutely WRONG person, if he is a person, which is debatable. Hmm.

In nothing else, focusing on writing one thing for Nanowrimo has given me lots of ideas for my other fics in process, which I think is my brain just being contrary. "Nice and busy on that thing, huh?" my brain says. "I just thought of something that could be done with werewolves on the beach at sunset, if you're interested. And no worries, if you aren't, I'll just forget it."

Ito doesn't help that I also put a vanilla buttercream scent in the scentsy warmer and I keep catching myself roaming the house for cookies.