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Weekly Word Update

I did great! Until the weekend hit.


2,739       Wrote on the bus
2,378       Wrote on the bus
2,311        Wrote on the bus
2,061       Wrote on the bus
 0              Sat down to write and discovered the co-author changed the pace, so what I was                  going to write would have had to be re-written. So, opted not to write it.
1,084      Tried to write…but had to re-read what co-author re-wrote
                Need to re-re-read what co-author re-re-wrote…but need a day off. So I’m                           working on classes instead.

One of the things I need to do is TAKE DAYS OFF. Yes. I need to write because I want to be a full-time author, but even my full-time job lets me have three days off a week. So…I need to re-re-think things.

Also, I might be frustrated. I am a write-through-THEN-revise writer, but I find I’m spending my writing time re-re-reading my co-author projects. So instead of needing/carving out one hour to write, I now need three. I barely carved out one. So…I’m going to have to do co-author books…next month? After Christmas? On the weekends? I don’t know. How do you revise-as-you-go authors write a book when you re-read it everytime you touch it? Like…I don’t GET it!


POV Writing Challenge Week 1 Post 3


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Herald rubbed his aching knees and sighed as he stared up at the bridge. He was getting too old to be going on adventures like this. And what would his nurse say when she found him? Well, he would certainly get an earful, he was sure.

But this was worth it. Wasn’t it?

He hobbled over to the railing, admiring the wires that crisscrossed over his head and marveled at the creative genious it took to come up with these designs. At the time, the idea of a bridge like this was impossible. Those inventors were true heros. Herald smiled as a rising sense of wonder filled his chest.

He watched three balloons rise into the air. Somewhere, there was probably a kid upset and a parent trying to figure out how to mollify him. Herald grunted, irritated with the thought. Times had changed. As a kid, he’d seen challenges all around him.

Today, if a kid was challenged, all they had to do was cry and the world changed around him. What kind of world were they crafting?

What kind of world did I help craft? he asked himself. He was, as it were, an adult in this society. His hands had helped create the world around him. Maybe not this bridge. No. But he’d helped shape the people around him.

Like his daughter.

He put his hand to heart, his fingertips digging into his chest as he walked painfully to the railing overlooking the water. He felt the hurt running over him like a freight train. He’d helped shape his daughter, a woman who was so mean and spiteful that she made the world a dark place when she was around. He didn’t even really understand how he’d done it, either. He worked hard, he’d provided for her, shown her how to do things for herself.

But as a woman, she refused to do anything on her own and she shredded the souls of the people closest to her. And she was destroying her son, a boy Herald had tried to help.

And that’s how he’d ended up here. In this city of people where everyone was invisible.

He sighed and looked up at the cloudy, grey sky. Yes. He hoped this walk would be worth something. His soul was heavy. He needed just a shot of life, some spark of it.

He sighed and gripped the railing as tight as his gnarled fingers could. His fuse was spent.

POV Writing Challenge Week 1 Post 2


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The city never slept. It never lulled or hushed or wept. The city remained constant, like a seething pit of refuse filled with rats. And that’s why he’d been called. He could see the city for what it was, could look past the soft veneer of hope some might see symbolized in the form of those three floating balloons slipping past the edge of the bridge.

Take the woman walking toward him for instance. Her suit proclaimed she was educated. Her carefully coiffed hair was like a walking billboard of control. But underneath it all, she was nothing more than a whore’s daughter with a whore’s appetite. She invited men and women to her apartment and took them to heights they never knew with more docile partners. She was passionate fire and sexual brimstone.

But no threat.

Or that boy vandalizing the pedestrian concrete guard with his skateboard. He appeared to be nothing more than a vagabond whose only dream was to poach off of others, but he excelled in math and science and used skateboarding as his vice to alleviate the overwhelming chaos his alcoholic mother inflicted upon him.

Again. No threat.

The woman hustling her daughter along drew his attention. The girl had her head bowed over her phone, ignoring the wind whipping in her face. She had to catch them all, and that’s all she could concentrate on. It was far better than to listen to her mother berate her over the color of her shirt.

The mother, Evelyn, however, was a much different character, and exactly what he was looking for. Calm. Cool. In control. Her eyes shifted around the crowd of people, finding the best, most expedient route through the din.

Calculated. Hard to read.



POV Writing Challenge Week 1 Post 1


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The city had a certain kind of beat. The pounding of the cement crusher on the corner beat counter to the horns honking at the road construction. The flag high overhead tapped occasionally as the wind added a bell to the orchestral cacophony.

“Ugh.” Mark tripped over the curb, pressing his large hand on the oversized handrail. “I hate the smells of the city.”

Rikki didn’t even notice the smells. His soul was filled with the music.

A woman hailed a taxi on the eighth beat of the measure. A car honked on the second of the next. Mark’s hard-tipped shoe double tapped in a quarter beat on three. And flag rang out on four, all with the ra-ka-ka-ka-ka of the concrete breaker, or whatever the thing was called.

“Dude.” Mark jerked Rikki out of traffic and onto the sidewalk.

The wind of the bumper that almost hit Rikki kissed his bare knees. He hopped behind the pedestrian barrier with a laugh. The music of the city sang to his soul, filling him with energy.

“I thought you said you wanted to see the bridge.” Mark shoved his hands into his blazer and scrunched his shoulders up to his ears, his expression dry with displeasure. His dark hair flopped into his face as the wind whipped it around.

The flag pole rope clanged against the pole again, but Rikki’s attention had been pulled away from the tempo long enough that he wasn’t sure what measure they were even on anymore.

One of the construction workers moved a bright, orange cone and it dropped to the pavement with a countering ba-ba-bump.

Car horn honked at four.

Geeze. The music he could create here. Rikki took his drumsticks out of his pocket and beat them against the concrete barrier as he followed Mark toward the middle of the bridge. This—this was living.

POV Writing Challenge Assignment Week 1

Okay, folks! It’s time for another writing challenge and we’re focusing on POV.


First of all, POV isn’t just a matter of says, “We’re writing a scene in Bella’s POV,” and then running with it. You’ve got to know how Bella thinks. hat words she would use to describe things. What is she going to pick up? How is she going to refer to certain things, like vehicles, for instance. If you–the writer–is a mechanic, but you’re writing in Bella’s POV who is a teenage girl lusting after a vampire who’s not concentrating on much of anything but his eyes, she’s not going to know anything that’s important about the big red truck that her dad gave her. She’s going to note that it starts and is hard to park. You, the mechanic, would know a lot more, but you need to stash that and use her words and her experience.

That’s an example of Voice in POV and it’s very important and ties into what most people refer to in POV.

There are five different kinds of PoV:

  • 1st person
  • 2nd person
  • 3rd person omniscent
  • 3rd person limited
  • Deep 3rd person

Most writers are good with 1st person. You use the words, “I and me” instead of he and she and he, and you don’t have to use italics when your character is thinking. The biggest thing I notice is that some authors tend to think they have to remain in the character’s thoughts more often, making the read kind of a drain.

We, fiction writers, don’t get a lot of experience writing 2nd person because it’s just awkward. Like, I want to throw up a 2nd person challenge in sometime because we don’t get the opportunity to write it. But we use “you” instead of “I, she, or he.” Basically, we invite the reader into the story with us, and that’s an art, folks. That’s an art. 

But for the purpose of this writing challenge, we’re going concentrate on 3rd person POV’s. Why? Because I get a lot of editors who try to tell me there is not such thing as deep 3rd person POV and to stop writing in a bastardized form of 1st person, and a lot of authors who think they’re writing in deep 3rd, but they’re really writing in 3rd limited or 3rd omnicient.

3rd omniscent is your “god” POV. It’s the POV you use when the narrator is like god and can read every single person in the story. You see this a lot in high fantasy, but not really anywhere else. This was common when I was a kid, but it just isn’t anymore.

3rd limited is where you have, say, two POV’s. You stay in one character’s head, and then you hop on over to another character’s head at the next scene break. You use their eyes, their nose, their knowledge, but you’re still pretty much outside of their head. So, when they think, their thoughts are in italics.

Deep 3rd is basically like 1st person, but in 3rd person, so if you need to lean toward 3rd limited to tell the story, it’s a lot less awkward. Thoughts are not in italics. The writing tends to be a lot more active because you don’t have to tell the reader what he’s thinking. He’s already thinking what the character is. The reader experiences the story as the character does because we are the character.

Okay. First of all, for everyone participating in the challenges, open A Busy Writer’s Guide: Point of View in Fiction by Marcy Kennedy and read Chapters 3 and 6. And read Writing Deep Point of View by Rayne Hall, Chapter 5. We’re actually doing the exercise she lined out in Chapter 1, so, if you want, read that one, too.picture-1

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Sometime in the next week–so before Sunday–write (3) flash fiction scenes (less than 750 words). Describe the picture above using one of  the following Points of View with each post without telling us which one your chose by using any of the descriptor words provided:

  1. a 19-year-old female student, art major, currently planning to create a series of paintings of townscapes, keenly aware of colours, and shapes.
  2. A retired health and safety inspector.
  3. A hobby gardener with a keen sense of smell.
  4. A security consultant assessing the place where a high ranking daughter will be visiting.
  5. An architect whose hobby is local history.
  6. An 80-year-old man with painful arthritic knees which get worse in cold weather.
  7. A professional musician with sharp ears and a keen sense of rhythm.

Use only the following types of POV, one for each post:

  1. 3rd person omniscient
  2. 3rd person limited
  3. Deep 3rd person

Send me the links to your blogs either in the comments or via FB so I can put the links up here. Then, as we all complete our flash fiction pieces, go to each blog and comment, answering the following questions.

  1. Which character did you choose?
  2. Which type of POV did you use?
  3. How could you tell?

Good luck!

Blog Roll:

Frankie’s Wining Room

Katie Rene Johnson

K.S. King

Shannon Writes Things

My weekly word update

Well, okay. Meh. This week wasn’t great word-wise. It started out good, and then I got the weekend. I had said that I could get 2k done each workday and then 5k done on each weekend day. I have 3-day weekends.

That…didn’t work out so great.

1,996      Morning bus ride
2,008      Morning bus ride
               Worked at the HUB, as in…right down the road.
812       Morning bus ride…getting back into the grove
869       My Friday mornings are super busy and I need to take that into consideration. And then, the                     afternoon? Freck the afternoon. Ugh.
0           The only thing I can say for this day is that, well, all my Christmas stuff is done. We’re kinda                     poor this Christmas–like, really kinda–so, there wasn’t much to wrap, but we’re DONE.
5,435    I did dictation today! And…it’s weird still. The good news, my hands feel good. The bad news is               that this draft SUCKS! OMW.

First of all, I worked at the HUB on Wednesday. Now, you might think that would work out better for me because my drive to work is considerably shorter. Shorter to work. I could wake up at the same time and write for just as long and then go to work refreshed.

Nope. I opted to SLEEP in instead. And writing when I got home? Nope. It was kind of a brain-drain day and writing did NOT happen.

So, the next day on the bus, it took me longer to find my flow. Taking a day off sucks the next day, too! WTF? I really should have written on the busride down, but chose to crochet instead. I don’t remember why. I think I said, “Self, you’ll just make it up tomorrow. Just write 6K tomorrow instead of 5K. You can do it. You’re awesome.”

However, I got up when my alarm went off on Friday. Wrote 869 words in 20 minutes. That was a struggling 20 minutes. Then, I went about my errands–which then took the rest of the morning and into the afternoon. Then, I worked on an ad package well into the evening–well, into the morning, actually.

And slept in on Saturday–probably because I’d stayed up into the wee hours of the morning. And…did no writing. I did more ad graphics, which turned out really nice. And I worked on two websites. I just had NO writing in me. And we wrapped gifts. Yeah.

And then, today, I wrote. Well, I played around with websites first. I got up with the alarm, got my coffee, and then played around with those two websites and a new program that I’m test-driving and probably won’t invest in only because I need money for that. Ho-hum.

But! I did get over 5K done today–while dictating. All day. Well, for three hours which took all day. I don’t know how that works out, but it does, and this draft? Sucks! So…yeah. That’s my update.

Where Will I Be Five Years From Now?

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If you’re a writer, this blog hop is going to be a great resource for you because it’s a bloghop by writers about writing. So, be sure you click on the Linky link below and visit other authors.

December 7 Question: In terms of your writing career, where do you see yourself five years from now, and what’s your plan to get there?

Five years from now, I’m going to be a full-time author, with a house big enough to fit all of our part-time kids–I’m hoping to see mine more often by then–and a room for our office and another for our crafting. We’re going to have the room in our budget to travel and experience the world we’re trying to write about.

The current construction project I’m on will be complete in two years. After that, the company I’m with may or may not move back to Denver. They’re a great company, so I hope they’re able to stay, but reality is, they’ll probably have to move back to Denver. Probably. I don’t know for certain.

So, that’s my time-frame. In two years, if they leave, I have to be able to wave them off with a genuine good luck–because they ARE a great company–and work full-time on my writing, OR…I’m going to have to relocate to some place with more construction opportunities.

I’m planning for the first option.

To make that happen, I’ve got four series slated for 2017 release that will be written to market. I’m not selling out. I want to sell.

S.M. Blooding & K.S. King are writing a military sci-fi space opera

Hattie Hunt is writing paranormal romance

F.J. Wolfram is writing a UF thriller that will adopt several tropes in the Harry Dresden Files.

Frankie Styne is wirting cozy witch mysteries, which is what a lot of readers were hoping Whiskey Witches would be.

I’m looking at putting books in boxsets to get a wider audience and a possible USA Today status. I have one book currently slated for a boxset that will launch late next year.

I have the plan. I’m writing every day even while working 12+ hour days at work. No excuses. I’m out of time for those. I’ve learned a lot in my writing career so far. I’ve downloaded a LOT of books. Chris Fox is particularly helpful right now. I’m going to make it happen.

The awesome co-hosts for the October 5 posting of the IWSG are Beverly Stowe McClure, Megan Morgan, Viola Fury, Madeline Mora-Summonte, Angela Wooldridge, and Susan Gourley!
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The Journey So Far

So, in Lifelong Writing Habit, by Chris Fox, Chris talks about writing 2,000 words every day. Since deciding that this was actually going to be my plan, I’ve succeeded! Now, granted it’s only day five! But here are my word counts since I started the plan:


1,986 – A Dragon’s Breath
2,570 – A Dragon’s Breath


2,078 – A Dragon’s Breath
2,177 – Medicine Crow
 4,209 – A Dragon’s Breath & Mind Raider

I’m going to make this happen! I’m GOING to!

I went back to the basics a little. Instead of just sitting down to write, I set myself up on word sprints. Each of these sessions were only 40-60 minutes long. I discovered I can get 1200+ words in 20 minutes. And that’s without dictating, which is something I’m going to have to get better at.

I turned off FB. Twitter hasn’t been an issue in years. I turned off my phone so people couldn’t text me or message me–unless there’s an emergency. Certain emergency people can get through, but the phone is turned off. I’ve got my rain storm playing along with

This is going well!

My 2017 Plan

I’ve been at this writing thing for a long–long time now. I’ve grown as a writer and as an author, but I still haven’t made that MOVE into the big leagues, being able to write full-time.

Well, this year, I’m making the big push. For real. And I”m committing it to the public. By the end of 2018, I want to have the ability to quit my day job, if I want to, and write full-time.

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I’ve had this dream for YEARS, for over a DECADE. It wasn’t until I picked up Chris Fox’s Lifelong Writing Habit, that I became inspired to actually make it happen. In that book, and in all the others I’ve picked up by him, I’ve discovered a refreshed desire to make my dreams come true.

So, in 2017, I’m going to launch four more series under different pen names, and these books will largely be written to market. That means, you’ll be getting the books you want to read. Don’t worry, there will be more time in 2018 to write the books I want to write, the ones no one else reads, like Dream Killers, my absolute favorite.

But be on the look out for Hattie Hunt, F.J. Wolfram, and Frankie Styne’s books, along with two more series written in the same universe with two different authors. We’ll be journeying into romance, Harry Dresden-esque urban fantasy thrillers, cozy witch mysteries, and sci-fi space operas.

I’m excited! And I’m going to make this happen!


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