Six Sentence Sunday Row 80’s

So it’s Six Sentence Sunday – yeah, just letting anyone who’s been living under a rock.  It is also ROW80 check-in day!  Again, only for the Rock People.

Image courtesy of Sodahead.com My six sentences are from my Zombie Novel In Progress. Oh, it will be sweet!

Michele had asked him to cut a tag off of one of her new tank tops. “Summer tangerine,” she said. He remembered that it just looked like orange. Steve noticed Michele still hadn’t said anything. He tried to engage her, but she wouldn’t talk. Then he heard the footsteps.

Okay, so the six sentences don’t really do it justice.  This blurb is probably one of the few lower key scenes in the whole WIP so far.  I have found that the use of 750words.com is bolstering my productivity and culpability in regard to my writing.  I am almost addicted to it.  Which is no surprise since I have an addictive nature!

This is my first scheduled blog post. I read on Kristen Lamb’s blog before how to so something this amazing and I picked today to do it because if you are reading this on Sunday, I am on a train. Or I am in New York. Or maybe I am somewhere in between… who flipping knows!

Today I am at the International Motorcycle Show with some biker friends.  I will be blogging about that in the coming week.  There will be many pictures.  Also in the coming months I will be covering a heavy metal show in New Jersey.

GOALS are GOOD – GOALS are SWEET – GOALS are… eh, you get it.

  • continue to do 750 words a day on WIP
  • continue to read/comment blogs
  • get to the gym (major slackage on this one last week)
  • organize bills/money/savings

Things I am letting go for the week.

  • Editing my NaNoWriMo novel.  It is frustrating the hell out of me. I am adding/deleting scenes. I’m putting it down for a week.
  • Yelling at people in traffic.
  • Making sure everything is perfect (is this a writer thing?) It is counterproductive.

Happy ROWing ROWers!  Find some Orbitz coupons and join me!

Good luck

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Back to Our Regulary Scheduled Programming

Today was  quite a ruckus, eh?  A lot of webpages (including all of my blogs) were blacked out as a protest to the PIPA/SOPA Act. Apparently, we may be moving something along according to this report here.

Way to go protesters!!  Man, how far have we come! We the people of the United States of America don’t even have to get off our asses to protest something… Niiiice.

Hopefully the lot of us have stirred the fire.  And to the lot of you who had no idea what was going on (Facebook updates like: What the hell is up with Wikipedia?) shame on you.

What do you think?  How would you feel if you wanted to share an article or a song with someone on the internet and all of a sudden a steel door slammed over your screen, thereby smashing you fingers into the keyboard because it is FORBIDDEN to share the interesting with a fellow computer friend?  I mean, in this new age, it is all about sharing.  Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, Reddit, Blogger, WordPress… all of these sites share information, pictures, videos, music, blog posts and opinions.

SOPA/PIPA would be like an ugly little gremlin (no offense 80’s Gremlins and car Gremlins) sitting on your screen and blacking out your screen anytime you wanted to view something forbidden.  It would look something like this:

███ ████████ ██████ ██████████ ██ ████ ██ ████ ██████████ ██. ███ ███ This comment has been found in violation of H.R. 3261, S.O.P.A and has been removed.

SERIOUSLY?? It’s almost like Bizarro World.. but, more bizarro-er.  Check out this link here to get updated on all this garb.

Now.  Onto ROW80.

This week is STELLAR so far.  I got a lot of posting done, got a lot of writing done with the help of 750words.com and commented on a slue of blogs.  I slacked on editing my current WIP.  But it’s all good.  I am catching up on it tonight.

This Sunday is the New York Motorcycle Show! Sa-weet! I will be taking loads of pictures and posting mega content on the hottest new bikes and gear for 2012.  So be sure to look for that.

In other news, someone approached me about covering their heavy metal band doing a gig in Trenton, NJ in March.  😀 I am super stoked about that.  Yes, the article will be on my blog.  I am hoping good things will come from this!

GOALS FOR THE WEEK

  • Write
  • Read
  • Comment
  • Blog
  • Exercise

Happy ROWing my wonderful blogger/writer/ROWer peeps!

Protesting SOPA/PIPA

Hi friends and followers.  Just giving a shout out that this blog will be blacked out tomorrow from 8 am – 8 pm in an effort to bring awareness to this crazy SOPA/PIPA act that the government wants to pass.

I learned about this on Amy Zimmerman’s blog I Could Cry But I Don’t Have Time. I have to tell you, it’s freaking scary.

You’ll notice the ribbon at the top right hand corner of my blog.  Go here to watch the video.  It’s down right frightening.

Here is the dark list of websites against SOPA.

Until then, I will see you wonderful people on Thursday!

Power to the People!

Weird as a Whisker Wiggling Wombat

Hey Mom. This is cuteness tactic three, Mom.

I was over at Sonia G Medeiros’ blog this morning and had a great time reading about her quirky idiosyncrasies.  She talks to inanimate objects too!  Susie Lindau has some crazy things going on as well. Go check her out!

This prompted me to come out of the closet and share my quirk-o-quirkies.  I mean, we all have our little things about us.  Some people can only drink their morning coffee after  tapping the spoon on the side of the cup three times.  While others praise that same cup of coffee to keep us from feeling vexed. When I say praise, I’m talking full-fledged bowing/chanting action.

Yep.  Been there.

So … let the kookiness begin.

  • I often sing answers to questions.  My boyfriend asks, “Darlene, are we going food shopping?” and I answer in a melodic, “Yes, Andy we are going foooood shopping todaaaaay!” Melodic might be a stretch.
  • My cat LB has cuteness tactics and he has numbered them from 1 – 785. He is serious about his tactics. And let’s me know what cuteness tactic he is using at any given moment.
  • I will absolutely cut a person off in mid sentence or break eye contact if I hear music coming from somewhere.  After I pinpoint where and what the song is, my attention will refocus.
  • I cannot stand raw onions.  I find them gross in every way.  Makes sense that the raw onion is an antagonist in my next story.
  • I talk to all animals.  Yes.  I say good morning to birds, wink at squirrels and what’s up to any horses at the park or standing in a field.
  • I have an acute sense of smell.  People have asked if I am part dog, I have no comment.  Nothing can be proven. Nothing!

I could add to this list, but I want to hear from you. 😀  What are some weird/crazy/quirky things you got going on? And be sure to hop over to Sonia’s blog and Susie’s blog to read their lists.

Today’s Post – Brought to You by the Letter “G”

Yes! The letter G… just when you think I couldn’t get any dorkier, here I come down the street, running behind you screaming “G!” “G!” as you bob and weave out of parked cars.

I say “G” because this week focuses on goals and guest posts. My first guest post (ever!) will be over at Marcia Richards’ blog this month. Her blog is smart, sexy and the colors are so easy on the eyes, she could blog about squirrels in a battle for the Winter Nut Challenge and I would read it. Her style is so smooth and positive. If you are not following her, hop on over and check her out. No need to send me marshmallows. My guest post at Marcia’s blog will be about Goals! With the new year already flying by, we need to make sure we’re not taking on more than we can accomplish. Rock on Marcia!

In other “G” news, I will have my first guest blogger (everrr) over at The Great 80’s coming in February. Sharon Howard tells us what it was like in England in 1988. I am excited about this! I have never traveled outside of the country and always wanted to know what life for a teenager was like in other places. Join in the fun. I will be doing some shout out’s to remind all my peeps about Sharon’s guest post. Her blog is amazing and honest.

In ROW80 tirades, I am freaking out because the more I edit my NaNoWriMo novel, the more I get down on myself. I know it is a good story, and know it is the first novel I have ever completed (with the exception of the novella I wrote and never edited back in 1998). Maybe it is my perfectionistic attitude toward myself. I read about this attitude, and it can only lead to emptiness if I let it own me. I am in the process of my second edit/rewrite and then I am going to have someone else look at it.

Also, I started writing my second book idea with the help of 750words.com (which I am loving!). There is something about forced accountability that helps me.

On the menu for this week:

  1. Continue to clean up “Bound and Broken” rewrite.
  2. Finish query letter for “Bound and Broken.”
  3. Read 50 more pages of “The Art of Subtext.”
  4. Read/comment blogs.
  5. Write 750 words a day.
  6. Get to gym at least 3 times this week.
  7. Relax for two hours today.

I hope everyone else in this ROW80 thingamabobber is doing amazing!  I look forward to reading about all my fellow ROWers goals and progress.  You can link here if you are in on the ROW80 fun!

The Woods – Flash Fiction

The distant waterfall seemed quieter as Charlie tugged on the rope. She had been in the woods for three days. Her tummy growled as she thought of cartoon characters that used to tie belts around their bellies as if somehow it would save them from hunger.
Something woke her up last night that sounded like a train whistle and a chimpanzee. It didn’t matter. This rope trick would get her food.
Satisfied with the knot, she ducked behind the tree and waited. The woods grew quiet. A kind of quiet that made her hum to make sure she could still hear.
And then it came from behind her. That awful chimpanzee being bludgeoned by a train whistle sound. Charlie dashed out of the trees toward her rope trap. She could climb to safety. Her hand slipped on the rope and she felt it wrap around her ankle before it whisked up the tree limb. It was too fast. The rope; that noise. That wicked sound came again as Charlie hung there. She wished she had brought her gun.

Scraps

I have the ROW80 spirit. However, if I write another “catchy title” that has the word ROW in it, I most likely will dye my hair green and join a circus.

I finished the first edit on my NaNo novel. After that, on lunch breaks at work, I began a re-write in a few places. There was a squiggle here and there. A dash or two, a little “^” mark with illegible words scribbled above. I crossed out some lines, corrected a few typos (NOTE: typos can be found after you’ve become a stranger to your work. If you’re reading like someone else wrote it, the mistakes jump off the page) and changed one character’s name.

After reading the first chapter of my WIP, I took a deep breath, said an expletive and scrapped my entire first scene. Yes. The opening scene is lying at the bottom of a cold, filthy barrel along with other scenes that were scrapped over the decades. Ok, not really. I just deleted it. But where is the drama in that?

Scraps of Scrappiness

Ok, so the picture isn’t actually scraps of anything but that’s my point. It is scraps in a way because it is a bunch of random items that aren’t helping each other.

That is where the opening scene in my WIP was. It was a bunch of words strewn together with mash potato glue in a desperate attempt at… a hook? empathy? a vomit bag? Probably the latter. Since I started this whole “serious shot at writing” deal, I have read a lot of “first chapters.” Mostly in critique groups on the Critique Corner of Writers Digest. Some of them are good. Some of them are the equivalent of drunken love notes. But that’s why we have our stuff critiqued. That’s why we put our work away and go back to it. We’ve all written drunken love notes – literally or figuratively.

I wrote my NaNoWriMo work in thirty days, and threw it in a drawer for another thirty. I jotted down all the notes of the story my characters wanted to tell. 50,000+ words of notes. Now I am back in the scraps of the first draft and telling the story.

Got any scraps stories?