Camp Nanowrimo: Day 16

So, I got a little off track here the last few days. I was completely unable to do much of anything, but with a change of venue, I was able to get back into the flow of things. In a way, I feel guilty because I hadn’t been meeting my daily goals, but I have to learn to let go and forgive myself. It’s better to just take a few days off for a breather rather than a couple of years like I’ve done before.

Well, we’ve officially passed the midway point of camp. How is everyone else coming along?

WIP Wednesday/Camp Nanowrimo Day 12

Rhea could barely contain the scream of frustration that was building up. The smiley face on the test confirmed her fears. She was pregnant.

She ran her fingers through her hair as she tossed the test, heaving a sigh. She really had no idea what she was going to do with this new knowledge. She already knew she would be bringing the child into this world, there was no question about that. She just couldn’t even fathom the thought of not doing so. First of all, it was deeply ingrained in her being that it was wrong. Rhea considered herself pro-choice, but it wasn’t for her.

Fuck.

The thought of having to break the news to that asshole didn’t sit quite well with her. She already knew how he was going to react. But for now, he was going to be put on the back burner because she really didn’t want to deal with his crap. Not today.

Camp Nanowrimo: Day 10

“Right. I’m so envious of Kat right now,” Rhea griped, laying her head down against the counter, fighting off the last dregs of sleep.

“It’s the pregnancy. It drains you of energy,” Zola informed her, taking a spatula and stacking the finished pastries on a plate.  “And calcium. Make sure you’re taking your vitamins every day now.”

Rhea narrowed her eyes on the dark skinned beauty she considered her best friend, huffing a sigh in defeat, “Please tell me you didn’t buy a pregnancy book?”

She hesitated for a moment, before responding with, “…I only borrowed it from the library.”

“Zola!”

“What?” She feigned innocence, taking a seat across from Rhea, settling the stack of pastries in between them. “I’m going through this too, you know. I’d like to know of all the symptoms and how our little nugget is growing in there.”

Camp Nanowrimo: Day 9

So, I’m little bit at a standstill at the moment. I’ve run into some issues with my fantasy and the plot that have me completely side-eyeing it, so I’m going to put it onto the back burner at the moment and I’ve started working on a collaboration piece with Tesia. She and I are writing a series of novellas together, each writing about two characters.

My two are Zola and Rhea. The more she was writing for hers, the more inspired I became for mine, so I’m going to take a break from The Princess and the Dragon. I might work on it a bit, because the plotting is what’s throwing me off so at this time it’s secondary to my other work.

But I’m not going to give up on it. I’m so tired of not finishing things. I did get about 8500 words done so far for it, so there is that.

 

And so it begins…

As of this afternoon, I am an officially published author. Currently, I’m not entirely sure how to feel about this new development. I mean, I’m happy because I’ve wanted to write and get published since I was a child but I’m also terrified at the same time.

I had been pushing off the release date for a while now because the thought of finishing my book caused me anxiety. Butterflies had been (and they’re still at it as I write this post) assaulting my innards for the last several hours but I knew I had to do it. So, I ripped off the band aid and submitted the book. It is now available on Amazon in eBook format and paperback (feel free to head over and purchase a copy of my book if you’re interested).

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A Journey (Still in Progress) is a poetry book that details my experiences of surviving life with severe depression that had-until recently-been completely untreated (and it was—and is a very bad idea to let it go as far as I had). I didn’t write for over two years when it’s something that I love and feel passion for.

I’m going to just take a quick moment to say that if you are dealing with a mental illness, please keep it in check. It doesn’t make you crazy just because you can’t feel happy all of the time or because your brain doesn’t produce chemicals you need. It had affected every single aspect of my life and I almost lost that uphill battle. Please take care of yourselves because you do matter. I just wanted to mention that in the event that anyone needed to be reminded.