Runaway Love

Definitions.

Runaway
                 A person who runs away, fugitive; deserter

Runaway used to mean escaping from my world to immigrate into another, one I'd created or another writer had. 

Now I'm that runaway without the love, my mind is a runaway train and the only way to stop one of those is to either bleed the breaks or derail it, but physically, as I'm a human being those options do not apply, so what do I do? How to I stop my mind from working at a 'burn out imminent' pace?

Train of thought

Human

Here it is, again. How are you feeling? Are you good?

Are you ready for Nano?

In the famous words of one of my favourite characters on TV, Oh Boy! - When my friend asked me if I was ready, my response was, asterisk cry asterisk, literally. And then it was along the lines of 'I'm not prepared, my brain is yucky and I haven't thought about it enough.' The truth is, I have thought about nothing else and sometimes that can be a downfall when you're trying to write a novel. If I overthink an idea the novel is capital shite before I've even started writing it. Jenny, being the amazing and ever so supportive friend, gave me a little reassurance and in that moment, I realized something...

Our conversation went a little something like this.

No Heaven

Deep Breath...

I had a plan of what I wanted to say in this post but now that I've allowed the day to go on, I know it's not as important as the story I'm going to tell now.

Khimba 'Khimi' Paul - Today she would be turning 24 years old. She loved to dress up, smell nice and do something special, even if it meant some music at home, fancy dress and rock band, as long as we were all together it didn't matter. Family was the most important thing to her, is the most important thing to her.

A Brave New World

I'm the one who was always late to the party. This is a post that was written a little while ago now but there was something about it that I didn't like. I've left it so long, I don't actually remember what that was, so here it is.

Staying Alive

I find it's better to leave a short note saying, hello all, I'm still here than to leave my poor blog neglected for months while I'm tightly locked away in my cancerian shell doing what cancerians do.

Hey, I'm still here buried beneath 9 hours of work with little people, writing, editing and rewriting of Freak Shows. Hmm, any updates? I'm thinking of creating a tab specifically for Freak Shows, including character details, the writing process, music and any sketches or pictures relating to the characters.

I'm loving spending time with kids, it definitely provides a regular source of inspiration and fresh prespective that keeps the blood pumping through my muse. I miss writing full-time though. Boohoo!


Anyway, early start tomorrow - Night Night x

28. Hold On, I'm Coming

Hey!

I reached my deadline on time. I should be happy, right? Well, I am and I'm not. Let me explain... (I have a similar post about it on my tumblr A Letter To Khimi, yes; I'm into everything these days.)



This post is about promotion and the lack of it among up and coming artists, or shall I just get to the point and say me? I have a huge problem with promoting myself and not in a snooty sense either. I don't think promotion is beneath me at all; in fact everywhere you look people are promoting their brand. You go on Youtube and you're not only bombarded by cover songs artists wanting a sub, but professionals too, using the channels to share their music and tour updates. Writers are producing shows and each week they're releasing promos to intrigue and excite their viewers.

It's simple enough, right? Hey, I just updated my blog, check it out and tell me what you think. Check out my new book on amazon and in selected stores. So, why do I struggle with this?

Lucky 7

                                                  Seven lines from new works

So, I made a friend over on twitter, fellow writer @TQuigley_Writer. He's shared a great blog challenge that was passed on to him and kindly tagged me in it. It's taken me a while because you know, I like to be fashionably late. *cough*

For all aspiring authors, the rules couldn’t be simpler;

• Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
• Go to line 7
• Post on your blog the next 7 lines, or sentences, as they are – no cheating
• Tag 7 other authors to do the same

Quick Run Down - This isn't an ordinary circus. It tells the untold story of an immortal ringmaster whose desperate need not only to revive his livelihood but to ensure he'll never be alone leads him to steal children from all over europe, children with gifts like him.

Fifteen year old, Kit Acuzio, is the latest victim but there's a problem. He's too old and too stubborn to succumb to his new life in Pandemonium.

This scene is right after the snatch of Pandemonium's first victim.

Chapter One : Line 7 of Page 7

27. At Last

“I think that to write well and convincingly, one must be somewhat poisoned by emotion. Dislike, displeasure, resentment fault-finding, imagination, passionate remonstrance, a sense of injustice–they all make fine fuel.” – Edna Ferber

FYI Writing is very hard, and no, I'm not just figuring it all out now, I thought it better to say aloud to get it off my chest. I don't think anyone chooses to write, if it's in you, it takes you and there is nothing you can do about it, so shut up and do as the voices say.

                        (I blurred the last line of the story, I have friends reading this blog, you know?)

I have two main reasons for writing this blog, firstly...

While I think it is pitiful that this is my first post of the New Year, I do have a good reason, and that reason is obviously writing related. In my previous post  This Woman's Work I spoke about completing Nanowrimo. The good news is I think so far I've been able to keep the discipline it enforced, by writing consistently and swallowing back the excuses I've got a lot done, hence no blog posts. I finished the Freak Shows!!!