Three years…Wowza

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I can’t believe it’s been three whole years since I’ve lasted posted anything.
Time sure does fly.

Well, in all honesty, I haven’t done much in the writing realm. Mainly because, real life took over.

I thought a professional career could somehow sedate my writing bug, make up for my shelved writing dreams but alas. I feel incomplete without writing.

Once you get a writing fix. Once you breathe life into stupid made up characters, you can’t go back to being mundane. I guess it’s a blessing and a curse.

Anyways, here’s to hoping I get something out.

Three years have passed. I’m not planning on making them four.

 

 

WIP Marathon Intro Post *raises the roof*

WIP MARATHON IS BACK! In the magical month of December, a group of insanely talented ladies, led by super doctor Ifeoma Dennis are going to huddle up and finish their WIPs till February.

And trust me, December is full of magic. And I’m checking in AGAIN this time around.

If you’d like to join us, click here. *jazz hands*

WIP MARATHON GOAL: Finish writing…anything. I have to write something new, different from the other world of my beloved OFFED even though I love my MCs to death but alas, I must leave them for a while because maybe it’s not  THE MS. 😦 Anyway, I have an idea inspired by my previous internship– which may or may not end my non-existent career- starring RUBEH as she embarks into the not-so-wonderful years of ADULTHOOD. So, yeah that should be fun.

INSPIRATION FOR PROJECT: Well, life. I’m gonna take RUBEH’s life and turn it into living hell just because I CAN. *muahahas*

STAGE OF WRITING: Brand spanking new. Blinking cursor new.

WHAT MIGHT SLOW DOWN MY GOAL: My schedule and life. I’ll try to find a routine in between moving and getting ready to start a new year. Yada yada.

BEST TIME FOR WRITING A DAY: Usually nights, but I’m not sure if that’s an option anymore so we’ll find out I guess? 😀

SO EXCITED TO MEET EVERYONE. THIS WILL BE FUN. LET’S DO THIS LADIES. *highfives everyone*

WIP Marathon Check in Post (1) & (2)

Heya guys!

So as you all know, I’m uber late with my check-ins for the WIP marathon. And I have a very good excuse for being late. Allow me to use my ex-kitteh mistekah to demonstrate how I spent the last few weeks.

There was a whole lot of this:

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Hours passed, my muse wouldn’t show up and I ended up in a stupor.

And this:

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Followed by fits of rage and disappointment.

Which eventually lead to this:

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I give up.

But wait! I was able to break the cycle by sprinting with the wonderful WIPMarathoners! What an amazing encouraging bunch!!

So I obviously did NOT meet my goals. Still working on my first MS. I found a bunch of scenes that need tweaking, some need to be exed and some need to be added. The scenes I’m exing are okay but I don’t want okay in my MS. Either great or nothing. So this is taking me a while.

What distracted me these 2 weeks:

EVERYTHING. I caught up with The Mindy Project and Masterchef. I had a lot of bad stuff going on and my muse was burdened and decided to take a well-deserved break.

Goals this week:

Finish OFFED. Send it OFF to CPs and start DNW.

 

#WIPMarathon Intro Post

Hey guys!

The lovely Ifeoma Dennis came up with the idea for WIPMarathon. I honestly couldn’t resist this!! I’ve been slacking off for a month now and nothing like goals, structure and support to get me back on track. You can check the deets here.

Marathon Goals: 

1- Finish the final draft of my MS OFFED. I have been putting this off for a while and it’s time to get it done. Basically, I’m changing the voice in the first couple of chapters, fixing dialogue, adding and removing plot lines. This will -God’s willing- take a week or so.

2- Start working on the first draft of my second MS (A contemporary NA). I have two ideas and two MCs fighting for attention at the moment. We’ll see who’ll win, once I’m done with the edits.

Stage of Writing: 

For OFFED it’s the seventh draft or so (I honestly lost count). And the new WIP is brand new. I outline as I go so this ought to be interesting.

My Inspiration:

For OFFED, this story has been bugging me for years. I wrote the MG version of it in ninth grade, back then, my MCs had microchips in their brain, could make awesome weapons and bend their way out of prison. This version deals with fear, vengeance, treason, trauma and finding oneself.

The new WIP is a product of circumstances. I miss everything university related so, Harper or Ruby (whoever wins the battle), will experience the REAL awkward university experience, not the hollywood version. I hope to keep it contemporary, I’ll try my best to resist killing off characters.

What might slow me down: 

Aside from the emotional rollercoaster of a new draft and my super sloooww writing process, I might get slowed down by my Graphic Design course which messes up my night owl habits.

And that’s pretty much it!

If you’d like to join us, all you have to do is check  Ifeoma’s blog and write an intro post like this one.

So looking forward to this and meeting all the #WIPMarathon participants! 🙂

The Writer’s Voice Entry!

The Writer's Voice

I was lucky enough to be selected to participate in the battle round of The Writer’s Voice which is a multi blog, uber cool contest that requires entrants to post their Query and first 250 words of their manuscript on their own blogs.

So without further ado, here’s a sneak peak of my novel.

Title: OFFED.

Genre: YA Thriller.

Word Count: 84k

Query:

By day, Amelia is a senior at an exclusive boarding school, managing a 4.0 GPA and boys. By night, she’s a fully armed lunatic, investigating her parents’ death with an appetite for murder.

Amelia Black is in full control of her emotions, or so she likes to believe. Most of the time, she is able to conceal the trauma caused by watching her parents die. That and her true post-high school objective: tracking down the murderers and killing them. With a semi-perfect cover story, Amelia lives under her uncle’s wing in the shadows of a dreary town. The only reason she lies low is to keep him out of the inevitable mess.

A sudden twist of fate sends Amelia to Cornwell boarding school for her senior year. Being a good liar takes perseverance, convincing her new group of friends that she is totally normal is effortless, juggling two boys is manageable, but keeping her vengeful side under control becomes a chore. Especially after she receives a package from her deceased father. Now, Amelia faces two choices: take the lifeline and start fresh somewhere else or find the file that evoked his murder.

Amelia succeeds in tracing one of the killers. The second one traces her. She messed with the wrong crowd.

The First 250:

In two seconds, I realize I’m done for.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to read the telltale signs; the stuffy atmosphere, the deafening silence, the hard surface I’m lying on and the general lack of oxygen. I can’t muster the courage to open my eyes. I have a feeling that I won’t like what I see, and when that happens, I’ll lose it, big time.

My head hurts. I can’t remember how I got here. I try to sort out my fragmented memories, but I’m not lucid enough yet. I pray to God that this is one of my hallucinations or just another fleeting nightmare. I reach for my locket, my totem, the only thing that keeps me grounded when a hallucination goes too far. And crap. It’s gone.

This is real. I rub a shaking hand over my forehead and it comes away wet with sweat and blood. This is real. I open my eyes and I see nothing. This is real. I move my arms upward to feel my way in the dark and I come in contact with a smooth surface, inches away from my face. This is real. I throw my hands around and thrash my feet, same outcome, there’s no escape. The hollow thud of wood engulfs me. I feel the hysteria bubbling up in my chest as I put two and two together: I’m hurt, must have been attacked, now, I’m trapped, in a cramped, form-fitting box.

Oh God. I’m in a coffin.